#intro | emma sawyer

[ofmoonliights]

☽● INTRODUCING

FULL NAME: Emma Grace Sawyer

ALIAS: Mirela Nikolov

NICKNAMES: Em

DOB: October 30, 1990 ( Scorpio ☼ | Leo ☽ | Pisces ↗ )

AGE: 31

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

SPECIES: Witch (untriggered werewolf, unaware)

HOMETOWN: Sonoma, California

OCCUPATION: ER Nurse

ORIENTATION: Bisexual | Biromantic

GENDER: CIS Woman

PRONOUNS: She/Her

TRIGGERS: Death, fire

// A full written bio is coming, but it's been a few years since I've played these guys so I'm just readjusting / refining some points.

Born Mirela Nikolov, to Natalia, a witch, and Aleksander, an untriggered werewolf.

Alek was unaware of his wolf nature, having been raised by his human mother. Gabriela was a powerful witch, stemming from a long lineage of witches and in line to become the leader of her coven in Bulgaria. They were opposites attract, the queen and the pauper, but it was a match made in heaven, despite heavy opposition from her mother. They married.

A few months off inheriting the leadership of the coven, the family were happy, however, Natalia's younger sister, Gabriela, coveted the position and set out to take it for herself. With the growing threats against her, they temporarily relocated the the States to hide out until Natalia's position as leader could be cemented. They welcomed Mirela in the fall of 1990.

But Gabriela followed. She attacked the family home in December, setting a fire and trapping the family inside.

Aleksander was able to lower Mirela to the ground where neighbours gathered to ensure her safety, but when he went back in, it became obvious that there was more to this than human created arson. Magic was involved, and despite her best efforts, Natalia's magic had been suppressed. They weren't going to make it out of there alive.

Aleksander didn't want her to die a long, slow and painful death, instead suffocating her with his hand so that she would be pain free in her final moments.

But what he didn't realise was that this would trigger a curse within himself, one that allowed him to survive. He triggered his curse, and managed to escape the wreckage of the house. But Mirela was gone, and it was assumed that her parents were deceased. He never corrected the story, thinking it safer that his daughter remained lost to the system where Gabriela couldn't find her.

In the hospital being treated after her parents death, an emergency room nurse fell in love with the then known as Baby Doe, who only quieted around her, and took her husband, a resident doctor at the same hospital, to meet her. The pair had a one year old at home and they had been unsuccessful in trying for a second, but this was their sign to take in the baby. They could be a family.

Offering to foster her was one thing, and the wait to see what family was out there was agonising. Months stemmed into a year, then two and they were unable to find any connections. The Nikolov family had rented the house under a different name, no one knew who they were, they were ghosts.

And so, at 3, Emma was officially adopted into the Sawyer family that she had known her entire life. With her older brother Ethan, they were set.

But raising Emma came with challenges, unusual events that would happen around her. Wincing when she touched the nanny, spouting that she would die soon, only for the nanny to die in an accident days later. Unexplained accidents, fires, things moving. It was odd, and they couldn't find a reason for it.

Until, just before her 14th birthday, a woman knocked on their door. Elina Avramov was elegant, moving with an ethereal grace that brought a hushed awe over the Sawyers as she crossed the threshold of their home with silvery eyes locked on one person. Emma.

She revealed the truth, that Emma was the cause of the odd occurrences and that her birth mother had been a witch, quite a powerful one until the arson attack on their home that wasn't quite arson, but a werewolf attack. At least as it had been framed to Elina when news of her daughter and son-in-law's death reached Bulgaria. Now living in the States, searching for her granddaughter, she offered the Sawyers a new home somewhere they could be safe, adjust to the news that the supernatural walked amongst them, but also so that Emma could also be trained to use her power. And so, the family moved to Silverkeep.

Following her parents into emergency medicine, Emma uses her powers to heal. She's grown into her powers well, as a confident witch. But as a person? She's a mess, unable to handle balancing a love life or many friendships. She's quick to react to insults and injustice and hard to sway once set in her opinion, but she is a compassionate and caring person who will always do what she believes is best.

[starfallpod]

“I take it things didn’t go quite according to plan at Miss Leona’s first cast party?”

Starfall: Act 1, Scene xiii is now live! Go find it on your favorite podcatcher 😁

Cheers to the absolutely fantastic Trace Callahan for their quintet of compositions in this episode, including our shiny new intro and outro songs!

And shoutout to our absolute powerhouse of a cast who came together to make this episode possible!

That full cast can be found right here (under the cut, because, hoo boy is it a long list!)

Ishani Kanetkar as Leona

Sam B. Nguyen as Fel

Cole Burkhardt as Dalyn

Malcolm Jay as Aksol

Maxime Hendrikse Liu as Elsibel

Lindsay Zana as Rhea

D.J. Sylvis as Glenn

Juniper White as Mint

Rook Mogavero as Thyme

A.C. Letim as Ravey

Shade Oyemakinwa as Koua

Cass McPhee as Basil

Grayson Teals as Aster

Swann Grey as Ginger

Liz Morey as Dots

Toby Harvey as Colden

Algie Todd as Lumen

Sean Siegler as Macalus

Cam Clark as Velette

Tal Minear as Kio

Elissa Park as Jyrsa

Sawyer Greene as Vair

Ally Amador as Centhy

Brandon Nguyen as Hosse

Emma Laslett as Raybar

Ashley Margaret as the Narrator

[corneliafma]

☆ –– come back......be here! the following accounts have 48 hours to post in character or an intro, or risk being their roles being reopened: allyson murphy @hermercy aiyla yilmez @aiylayilmaz cassandra perez/emma davis @tvedtogether sawyer st. james @irresistablcs aria barlowe/matilda collins @lcnglives

[oftatteredwings]

MUN.

heather ; she/her — gmt — 30+

nottinghillstart — all intros here.

MUSE INFO & MOST WANTED CONNECTIONS UNDER THE CUT.

MUSES.

addison bailey ( theo james ). he/him. 35. manny. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

vegas ex wife. ( wc on main. ) ( amelia bennett. )

the big ex. ( kali ngo. )

client he had an affair with.

current/past clients, etc.

close friends. ( finch fletcher. )

fwb/hook-ups.

alana smith ( jenna coleman ). she/her. 35. owner of piece of cake. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

siblings ( 3/3 ). ( wc on main. ) ( spencer, rowan & jasper smith. )

ex boyfriend from 18-25. london based. ( wc on main. ) ( shot cameron. )

short-lived exes since 25.

best friend.

swimming friends.

regular customers.

alexander ‘alex’ metcalfe ( josh hutcherson ). he/him. 29. staff at heart and soul gallery/artist. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

roommate.

older sisters ( 0/2 ).

possible love interest. ( spencer smith, callum belrose. )

exes.

close friends.

ex best-friend.

art connections.

alexander ‘xander’ taylor ( joe keery ). he/him. 31. sales assistant at forbidden planet. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

spouse. ( zibby spiegel. )

siblings-in-law. ( ophi & levi spiegel. )

cousins (1/2). ( wc on main. ) ( nix edwards. )

the one disastrous ex.

close friends.

d&d members. ( jett corrigan-ortiz. )

amber stevenson ( freema agyeman ). she/her. 42. midwife. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

friend to lover. london & hospital based. ( wc on main. )

best friend.

those whose babies she’s delivered.

attempted/failed dates & relationships.

fellow people who attend groups. ( kirby cerulli. )

ana valle ( camila mendes ). she/her. 25. personal assistant. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

boss. ( divya mathur. )

high school/college ex.

the bestest of best friends. ( sawyer faust. )

group of girlfriends.( zizi deliz, michaela cunningham. )

fwb... she’s not good with relationships now.

christian muhire ( ncuti gatwa ). he/him. 28. barista at the grind. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

siblings/adopted siblings (1/7). it is a very big family lol. ( cameron & freddie muhire. )

flatmate/friend he moved to notting hill with.

close friends.

partying friends.

crush.

hook-ups.

connor barrie ( jonah hauer-king ). he/him. 27. postman/student. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

coming soon...

ellora ‘elle’ chari ( simone ashley ). she/her. 25. zoo keeper at london zoo. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

flatmates. ( blair sandoval & dawson dagon. )

ex who helped her realise things. 

fellow london zoo staff.

close friends.

best friend. 

emma ainsley ( margot robbie ). she/her. 32. sfx make-up artist. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

younger sister. ( marty ainsley. )

exes. ( hawk campbell. )

disastrous dates.

close friends.

work connections. ( eve nam. )

emmanuel ‘manny’ taiwo ( toheeb jimoh ). he/him. 24. staff at knock out gym/lifeguard. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

brother. ( very close in age. )

flatmates (3/3). ( ryan jedda, mal montgomery & jasper smith. )

convention/cosplay friends.

sports friends.

unlikely enemies.

exes.

evan phillips ( nick robinson ). he/they. 28. bartender at the wolfe’s den. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

cousin that took evan in.

roommate. ( tully harris. )

close friends.

old school friends from eton.

exes. ( blair sandoval. )

father figure.

gabriel ‘gabe’ amiri ( anthony keyvan). he/him. 22. pottery instructor at come clay with us/student. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

will they, won’t they relationship.

best friend. ( calliope jones. )

good friends.

fellow students.

like a sibling to me.

hayden foss ( michael cimino ). he/they. 22. cashier at skate me out tonight skate shop/student. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

adopted siblings (1/2). ( petri foss. )

flatmate. ( petri foss. )

close friends. ( leonardo cline. )

pretty serious ex since arriving.

crush. ( rebel bravo. )

hook-ups.

holly berne ( lily james ). they/them. 30. owner of holly’s sweet treats/blogger. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

twin brother. ( wc on main. ) ( klaus berne. )

other siblings (0/4). 2 younger. 2 older.

the one who got away. nyc based.

fwb.

best friend.

their one employee for holly’s sweet treats. ( hikari saito. )

iris flores ( america ferrera ). she/her. 37. florist. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

best friend she house shares with.

ex-boyfriend.

close friends.

people she employs for her floristry business.

sister from another mister/brother from another mother.

jason ‘jace’ montgomery ( freddie fox ). he/they. 28. server at farmacy. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

fellow montgomerys. ( mal montgomery. )

flatmates (2/2). ( wc on main. ) ( jett corrigan-ortiz & callum belrose. )

close circle of friends.

ex-boyfriends.

hook-ups/fwb/ons.

jonah matthews ( kit harington ). he/him. 35. general practitioner.  ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

two sisters.

ex/mother of luke.

ex fiancé. ( scarlett turner. )

close friends.

fellow aa members.

joshua ‘josh’ bell ( darren barnet ). he/him. 31. deliveroo rider/gardener. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

flatmate. ( cameron muhire. )

close friend from home. canada based.

good friends.

fellow adrenaline junkies.

frequent deliveroo people & those he gardens for.

flirtation. ( rachel riley, katya mikhailova. )

kian zhang ( harry shum jr. ). he/him. 39. owner & head stylist at kian zhang hair. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

twin sister. ( aurelia zhang. )

ex-boyfriend. ( wc on main. )

ex-wife/mother of his child.

clients at the salon.

close friends.

fwb/hook-ups/ons.

layla campbell ( antonia thomas ). she/her. 35. book editor. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

old friend from home who helped her.

close friends.

writers she works with. ( alexander munroe, agustin baeza. )

exes.

people she met through her addiction program.

leah de león ( adria arjona ). she/her. 30. owner of next chapter bookstore. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

coming soon...

leo thorsen ( will poulter ). he/him. 29. nature photographer/odd job man. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

sister. ( astrid thorsen. )

estranged wife. ( wc on main. ) ( sissy garrett-thorsen. )

best friend.

friends since moving to london.

fellow amateur photographers.

lily-grace belrose ( karen gillan ). she/her. 33. dressmaker & designer. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. ) ( old interactions. )

siblings (1/2). ( callum belrose. )

ex-boyfriend from high school. ( details in intro. )

best friend. ( scarlett turner. )

close friends.

clients.

other exes

flirtationship.

marco ricci ( milo ventimiglia ). he/him. 43. owner & head chef at ricci’s. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

younger siblings (0/2).

the ‘i did try’ ex. ( aurelia zhang. )

best friend/second in command. ( wc on main. )

close friends.

regular customers.

fwb/hook-ups.

mei xuan ( lana condor ). she/her. 27. musician/jewellery maker. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

band members. ( caleb ryan, avi horovitz & dani stokes. )

will they won’t they relationship.

past relationships.

regular jewellery customers.

best friends. ( davina alvarez. )

moon tae ( sang heon lee ). he/him. 26. host at ricci’s. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

sister.

the one that got away.

band members (4/4). ( jaden lapointe, liam kumar, jedi feng & jett corrigan-ortiz. )

best friend.

close friends.

exes.

natasha ‘nat’ lee ( lydia west ). she/her. 28. disney vlogger. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

flatmate.

best friends.

other disney enthusiasts.

fans of her youtube channel.

exes.

nathan ‘nate’ young ( ryan gosling ). he/him. 40. photographer. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

ex-wife. 

college ex-boyfriend. nyc based.

the one he had an affair with. nyc/la based & male.

models/customers.

good friends.

exes.

owen marr ( phil dunster ). he/him. 30. personal trainer/fitness guru.  ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

siblings. ( 3/3. ) ( sparrow, jagger & wilde marr. )

best friend. ( kash bronson. )

mother of his daughter. ( guin judd. )

ex-girlfriends.

good friends. ( scarlett turner. )

clients.

stephen meyer ( josh duhamel ). he/him. 50. band manager. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

long term partner. ( wc on main. ) ( charlie beck. )

secret child. ( wc on main. ) ( auden meyer. )

niece. ( jovi  dicamillo. )

members of the bands he manages. ( caleb ryan, avi horovitz, dani stokes. )

best friend/good friends.

exes.

sunny reyes ( victoria justice ). she/they. 28. nail technician/gymnastics coach. ( intro. interactions. face. musings. )

flatmate.

half-siblings (0/2). ( both older. )

on and off boyfriend.

best friend.

fellow na members. ( river reyes. )

clients.

[megbox]

2018 Year In Review

Previous Posts: (2017) (2016) (2015) (2014) (2013) (2012) (2011) 

2018 has not been a banner year for self care. It has not been a banner year for much of anything, to be honest. This year in review will be much less colourful and exciting than they traditionally tend to be. It has been a year of hard work, stress, and feeling the pressure of the less-fun parts of adulthood creeping up on me. It has been really hard, to be totally honest. I have spent the majority of the year in a deep state of exhaustion and distress. There are positives within it all, though. Big positives, such as: 

I went on my longest trip ever away from home. 

I have developed so much in the professional sense and have fallen so deeply in love with social work and my future career path. 

I have made new friends who reflect these changing influences in my life, and the enduring friendships that have survived all of these years continue to strengthen and deepen as time goes on. 

January: 

Tell me - why does January always suck? 2018 began with an opening double shift on New Year’s Day, which I feel is strongly symbolic of the year as a whole because you have an exhausted Megan struggling to responsibly balance my professional responsibilities, self-care, and partying. On January 3rd, Alex and I booked our flights to Asia and in doing so, solidified that we were going through with a plan made drunkenly over the table last summer at a karaoke bar. 

I did get to spend an awesome ski weekend with Alesta, Sydney x 2, and Shelby. It was especially nice because this particular group of people had never spent time all together - we were just united by being a group of girls who love to ski. We hit Lake Louise on Saturday, stayed overnight at a hostel in Banff, and Alesta and I hit Sunshine on Sunday. In Banff, we got a free jug of sangria because we are cute girls. We went to High Rollers and Sydney was drinking IPAs and porters like a pro. I went alone (like... what? Who am I? How drunk was I?) to Dancing Sasquatch after and made friends with some Nova Scotians in line. One of them paid for my cover and bought me not one but two of those infamous Time Machine drinks and extra bonus - Alesta and I got FREE lift passes at Sunshine. 

At the end of the month, my mental health took a sharp nosedive into oblivion and I don’t even really know why. I started experiencing a violent resurgence of something I haven’t felt since the end of the 12th grade, having what I now recognize as panic attacks. The first one came when I was studying on a Sunday at Higher Ground and I had no idea what the fuck was happening, I’d been there for several hours when I suddenly felt the urge to throw up. I packed up all my shit and burst out the door literally gasping for air but ended up being fine. Just shaky and confused. They started happening more frequently after this, with no predictable trigger, and I started to feel the physical manifestations of stress. That was new and it freaked me out. This lent itself to a lot of strange patterns around eating (since I was constantly feeling nauseous, or I thought I was, I didn’t want to have a full stomach. I also thought I had a food intolerance, and because I’m me was 100% convinced I was pregnant because the stress caused me to miss my period). 

February 

Things started to get so bad in February that I had to plead my manager at Famoso for less hours. He was an idiot in general but also did not seem to grasp the severity of what I told him. He would frequently schedule me for these long swing swifts all weekend long, leaving no time or energy for the mountains of homework I had to do. It did not help. 

February was especially busy with school. That’ll be a recurring theme throughout this year. It could honestly be a summary of this entire year - so I’ll spare you the details. But five courses at the University of Calgary is no joke. 

I never needed reading week so badly in my entire life. I was beyond happy to just be able to take a long weekend and not be at Famoso. Shelby arranged for a giant group of her friends to spend the weekend at her friend Sawyer’s massive, absolutely beautiful cabin in Invermere. I got to spend some quality time with two of my favourite people on the planet - Emma and Sydney. From the minute we got into Emma’s car together, to having ciders at the Emerald Lake Lodge on the way, to eating A&W and sharing a bed and “she gon’ fuck the fridge.” Sydney and I spent one afternoon on homework while everyone else went skiing and I was with her when she got the news that she’d won this massive grant and we celebrated by sitting in this magical massage chair and just loving life. We played Drink, Talk, Learn! And I gave a drunken presentation on the history and etiology of pugs. Emma and I went skating on Lake Windermere to cure our hangovers on Sunday. A keg and a bonfire were involved. It was so Canadian, honestly LOL. And so perfect. 

March 

Although I was still struggling with this weird panic-nausea cycle, it lessened through March as more and more assignments were completed. I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel, to use a cliche. I gave three presentations in a week, I remember that being particularly awful. 

I attempted Mellow March for the second time and once again failed. Mildly concerning. I caved on a Wednesday wing night with the Famoso friends. It was 27 days in. So close, so close. 2019 will be my year! 

I started getting really into podcasts at this time because I started commuting using public transit. I got really into Guys We Fucked (which I still love), and This Is Actually Happening. TIAH is kind of fucked up though, and after a while it started to fuck me up. I would have weird dreams about the content and I started becoming paranoid that there was something wrong/extraordinary about me. So I stopped. I guess that is something I have learned about myself this year, is that even when it’s not overt, I am really deeply effected by some of the things I learn. Typically, people of this nature do not excel in the field of social work so allow me to flag this as a place for improvement in the future.

I ran the 5km at the St. Patrick’s Day road race, which was awesome and I won the draw that everyone was entered in and got a FREE pair of these super nice, hot pink New Balance running shoes that I now cherish with my life. 

I had my first round of practicum interviews, which only ended up being one interview because I was offered the placement at CommunityWise before I could interview anywhere else. This is one of the best things to happen the whole year :) 

And a special moment for me as well was on March 31, I got to see Alvvays live. 

April 

In April, I finished hell semester and immediately jetted off to Thailand.

From the get go, the trip was a bit of a shit show. This was my second time to Asia, and my first experience with really planning a trip including flights, hostels, and transportation from place to place without the aid of a tour guide or travel company. We had a time even getting to Bangkok due to an untimely snow storm the day of our departure that forced our flight to Vancouver to be late and causing us to miss our connecting flight to China. After two hours in line at the Air Canada desk, an agent produced a new itinerary for us. Calgary to Los Angeles to Hong Kong to Bangkok. He printed the sheets out and when I looked at the times on the paper, the mental math wasn’t adding up. With me, the mental math never really adds up but this time it seemed impossible that we could leave so much later than planned for our trip and arrive in Bangkok only three hours later than we were supposed to. I brought this up with him and he assured me it was fine. I wasn’t satisfied though, and asked a bunch of other airport personnel the same question. They all said we were fine but lo and behold, we land in Hong Kong and are waiting for the Thai Airlines desk to open so we can retrieve the tickets for the last leg of the journey when the agent there tells us, “They put you on the flight that left yesterday.” Anger and distress ensues. I call Air Canada from the airport in Hong Kong and the call drops. I’m straight up crying on the floor at this point. But in the end – we fucking made it.

In Bangkok, I was welcomed back to the stifling heat and humidity of Asia. We met American doctors-to-be who were at the end of their trip and were totally sick of one another and were very happy to have company. We ate massaman curry for every meal, partied on Khao San Road (those nitrous balloons!!! God, they’re so fun!!), and spent a lot of money on a single cocktail just for a photo op at the top of a skyscraper but the sunset was perfect and it was totally worth it.

In Chiang Mai we drank Sangsom and Coca-Cola by the pool and ate street food out of Styrofoam containers. We met these Americans who were teaching English in Chiang Mai and they took us to a night club on the back of their motorbikes. I did a drug I said I’ve never do in one of the bathrooms at this night club and ended up going home with one of the aforementioned teachers. It was funny to me because at about 3:00pm, Alex and I went back to our hostel to change and get ready for the evening and at that point I said, “I think I’m going to end up hooking up with Cory.” I fucking knew. I KNEW.

In Pai, I had the DIRTIEST hostel experience of my life. I was showering… just fully naked and vulnerable in this nasty ass shower when I saw a bug I did not recognize from my sheltered upbringing crawl out of a hole in the wall. I have never felt more small. It was also 43 degrees and we were staying in a tiny hut with a plug-in fan that only worked half the time and somehow had the effect of making the room hotter? Pai was also the first time we rented motorbikes. It’s honestly so dangerous… like, what the fuck, Thailand. We experienced our first flash rainstorm. We went to a place called Sunset Bar and took mushroom shakes and holy shit I’ve never experienced more potent mushrooms in my entire life. We met our Irish friends who we’d later see in Koh Pha Ngan, and I slept with an Israeli soldier on our second-to-last night and I’m almost 100% certain I took his virginity.

Koh Pha Ngan was alllll thunderstorms. We also decided to splurge a bit on food on this island and gorged ourselves with seafood and lavender Moscow mules at this nice restaurant down the road from our hostel. We partied so hard. We went to the pre-parties for the Full Moon – they have the Waterfall party two nights before, and the Jungle party the night before. I had sex with a total stranger at the Waterfall party up against a rock (when I recounted this story to Steven upon returning home he put on a redneck accent and said, “C’mon baby let me take you down to the fuck rock” and now that’s all I hear when I think about this experience in my head). The Full Moon Party was fun but not AS fun as the pre parties. It wasn’t as wild and the beach is so big but everyone concentrates in one little area. I took some kind of mystery pill (as you can see, I was very safe in Thailand) and had yet another sexual experience with a casual partner. I also witnessed a fight in the taxi back because one girl called another girl a stripper. It was bad.

May 

Continuing on with our Asia trip.

We landed in Krabi and intended fully to chill out a little bit after the wildness of Koh Pha Ngan. The first night was chill, we were staying in the Muslim quarter of the Krabi area so there weren’t a ton of nightclubs to go to and the hostel had some kind of run-in with police and weren’t able to take us out on the pub crawl we signed up for (lame). We had a roommate from Vancouver on the second day who bought a bunch of Xanax from a Thai pharmacy and gave me one. I can never do it again because it was so. good. But of course, I took one pill and stopped drinking just in case. This bitch continued drinking and took six or seven Xanax throughout the night. I honestly don’t know how she lived. We went rock climbing and drank beers on a boat tour one day and it was soooo great. We had the hottest tour guide. I did a hike by my lonesome that I nearly died on.

On the ferry ride from Krabi to Koh Phi Phi is where I got the sunburn that will likely give me skin cancer in later life and kill me. 90 minutes on the outside deck of a ferry (because I felt nauseous as fuck and didn’t want to vom in the cabin) absolutely fucked. me. up. We stayed at another pretty fucking gross hostel in Koh Phi Phi, and my roommates were all male which was a new experience for me. I went on a solo booze cruise cause Alex was sick. We took mushrooms again with our Canadian friend Kelsey and god, I was laughing so hard I was crying and I could not stop. I was like rolling around in the sand laughing so fucking hard about Fisherman’s Friends candy. It was so blissful. So pure.

And then… the sickness. This is going to be TMI but… fuck it. A bit of indigestion and stomach trouble is expected whenever a white person enters Asia. Different microbes etc. etc. But this… this was on a new fucking level. I knew something was up because on the morning that we woke up to take our ferry from Koh Phi Phi to Phuket, I vomited. And I never vomit, and I wasn’t that hungover (especially in relation to much of the rest of the trip). I felt okay afterwards though so we soldiered on. Three hour ferry ride, totally fine. We board our bus that will take us from the ferry port in Phuket to our hotel and about halfway through this bus ride, I feel it. I am wearing overalls. My heart starts beating loudly in my chest, sweat begins to bead on my forehead. Holy fuck, I am going to shit my pants. I clench until we get to the hostel – which is, of course, the last stop. It’s like a solid 45 minutes of pain. My stomach is ROILING. I have never felt anything like it.

I honestly know nothing about Phuket because I spent the entire 72 hours we were there running from my bunk bed to the bathroom. I would go so far as to say every ten minutes. At one point, I just brought my laptop into the washroom with me and watched Netflix for a few hours. A roommate who was with us switched rooms (understandably… I’m sorry, Helen). I didn’t eat for four days, literally not a fucking thing. Just Gatorade and water so that I didn’t die of dehydration. Because we had an airplane to catch and I needed to not be shitting the contents of my body out, I saw a doctor. He prescribed me like five different medications and told me just to take like eight of these pills and to expect stomach pain but it would at least get me through the flight to Seoul and hopefully home.

It worked, and we spent the last few days of our trip in Seoul. What an absolutely fascinating and beautiful part of the world. With Kieun as our guide, we got to see the best parts of Seoul. People took photos with us and gave us free shit. I had the absolute best meal of my life (it was the first thing I’d eaten in like four days… I really risked it all with the Korean barbecue honestly…). All-you-can-eat thick fatty slices of pork belly, grilled in front of us and dipped in sesame oil and salt with garlic and spices. Spicy chicken feet on the side, corn with cheese. It was wild. I cannot believe I stomached it.

And on May 12th, we returned home back to our lives and school and work and all of that boring ass shit. I remained ill for a solid six weeks upon returning home. To a lesser degree, I still have not fully recovered. At this point, I am unsure if I ever will. I truly think that second-round Asia gave me skin cancer and permanently altered my gastrointestinal functioning. Worth it? Unsure. But it happened nonetheless.

June 

My brother graduated from university and won a very prestigious award and it was very nice to watch him cross the stage and hear a nice speech about his accomplishments (he won so many scholarships that he basically had a free ride to school – I think it’s clear who inherited the brains).

I finished up my spring courses. Can I just say - spring courses are the worst? The two I picked were especially bad. The one about human sexuality was basically Sex Ed 101 which made for an easy A but I was hoping to investigate deeper on a number of topics. And the second one was way too hard for my tiny brain to accommodate and I got the lowest mark I’ve ever gotten on my paper and it brought me down.

I had a very random unexpected night where I slept with a really close friend of mine (like, friends for over a decade) who I used to have a little bit of a crush on in high school. We were very drunk and it was kind of a curiosity-satisfying move that has actually not resulted in a very big change to our relationship at all but I think it’s worth mentioning because younger me would have been stoked. This one’s for you, younger me!

We went to the High River Rodeo and Cabaret – another unexpected move but oh my god it was so fun. Matt, Steven, Amanda and I. You could buy as many beers as you wanted at a time and they were cheap because fuck the AGLC apparently. The rodeo was actually super fun. The cabaret was redneck af and I happened to see my roommate from the hostel in Koh Phi Phi and his buddies there? Although it was not a friendly reunion because I had unknowingly exposed him for cheating on his girlfriend when he was in Phi Phi (which he did. I shared a room with him, and the girl he loudly banged every night until 4am). Two-stepping ensued and I passed out in the car ride home. I have a great photo of Steven from this night next to a bottle of hot sauce. I do not recall why. I will include it below. 

July 

Okay, I am just going to preface this by saying July was a hot mess. 

Myself, Madison, Maeghan, and Cayley were all single and messing around on dating apps so we decided to create Tinder bingo. It’s exactly what it sounds like. The rules were that you could only cross off two things per date (so that you had to go on a minimum of three to win), you got bonus points for going on a Tinder date with the same person someone else had gone out with, and the first to win got their drinks paid for on a night out. So, I went on exactly one Tinder date. Which is something I said I’ve never do and never really saw myself doing but I went for it on this occasion because I think that in this day and age, a Tinder date is an experience everyone should have. So I bit the bullet, and went for a drink with this guy James at the Oak Tree Tavern. And oh... my god? What a terrible experience? LAUGHABLY terrible. His only desired topic of conversation were the nationalities of people I had slept with and in what circumstances. At one point he asked me, “when was the last time you had sex? Was it good?” He also talked at maximum volume and I guarantee you everyone else at that bar overheard our conversation. Midway through the date, he asked for a review of how he was doing and I told him he seemed a bit nervous. This angered him. He said, “I’M NOT NERVOUS” and I was like, “you asked, buddy.” He asked me if I would pay for him. Cayley literally had to come rescue me and I ran out of his car where he had unbuttoned his pants and had his dick out and was literally on the verge of tears begging me to touch it so hard. I literally bolted out of his car and he yelled out the window, “CALL ME!” He still hits me up on instagram sometimes. I hope his life gets better. 

I also moved again. This is my favourite living situation I’ve ever had. Great roommates who are almost never home. Cute house. Good location. A+ choice by me. 

I got really obsessed with the Thai cave rescue. It was just such a compelling and unique STORY and I would literally come home from work and refresh the BBC live update feed for hours until I fell asleep, then I’d wake up and refresh hoping for good news. I cannot wait for the movie. I will go opening day. #Obsessions 

Stampede!!! Oh my god, what a wonderful Stampede. The most memorable thing is that Steven and I went to the standing rodeo one afternoon and got absolutely. fucking. hammered. Whilst there, we met and befriended two Australian retirees named Lyn and Ken. They are rich and are obsessed with horseriding and rodeo stuff. They purchased many drinks for us and we convinced them to come to Nashville North with us, where they purchased MORE drinks for us and Steven attempted to show them how to two-step. They later invited me to go horseback riding in Banff and I accepted. They literally picked me up, drove me to Banff, we crushed two bottles of wine at the Park gin distillery, went on a three-hour horseback ride through the mountains, they drove me home and I paid for NONE OF IT. It was........ a day. I sat on my bed later and thought to myself, “that was fucking weird.” But now, if I ever go to Melbourne, I will hit them up. 

It was Ali’s birthday and we went camping in Waiparous. We took mushrooms on Saturday and just as they were beginning to fully kick in, the RCMP rolled in and kicked us out of our campsite. What a wild time to be faced with an interaction with the cops. Also - no one could drive except for two people who had stayed sober and they had to shuttle us to a new campsite. Have you ever tried setting up a tent on mushrooms? Do you know how difficult and hilarious it is? 

And lastly at the end of July, I went to Folk Fest. I saw Alvvays again. Front row! Like, against the barrier front row. It was awesome. It was folk fest that inspired me to cut my hair and get bangs again. No regrets. I love my bangs. I also experienced a level of street harassment that I didn’t know was possible from some random, innocent-seeming guy. It was terrifying. I called the police. No bueno. 

August 

In August, I got promoted at my job and basically became a baby manager. It was better in theory than in practice because my shifts got longer, I made less in tips (but more hourly), and the cash out for a restaurant is a long and frustrating process that depends on a lot of small pieces working together correctly in a big ass spreadsheet and I suck at math.

In happier news – August was also the establishment of podcast club. Podcast club is one of the best and dorkiest things I have ever been involved with. We pick a podcast each week to listen to, and get together on Sunday mornings at 10:00am to discuss the contents of the podcast. It was initially open to whomever wanted to come but has since whittled down to a core group and at this point, we’re all so close that it would almost be weird to introduce a new person into the mix. There is Kendal, who I go to school with and who started the whole club. Her boyfriend, Mitch. Lachlan and Maddy who are siblings. Matt, a YouTuber who was kind of a wildcard. Chad, also kind of a wildcard but who works as a youth counsellor – and me! Podcast club has made my life infinitely better and is probably the best thing to come out of 2018, in all honesty.

I also got obsessed with Harry Potter and read like almost the whole series and my new at the time roommates thought I was such a loser because I would literally post up on the couch in the living room with a HP book and they would come back five hours later and I hadn’t moved and all I wanted to talk about was Harry Potter. 

September / October / November 

I am lumping these three months together in this review because truly, they are lumped together in my mind and heart. 

On September 11, I started my first practicum at CommunityWise. I really had no idea what to expect when I started there but looking back, I cannot believe how hard I lucked out. The U of C is VERY clinically-based when it comes to how it educates and describes the practice of social work. CW was the opposite of it all and day-to-day so much happens there that it is honestly impossible not to get dragged in at such a deep level that it literally forces you to care. When I was in practicum, I did a lot of reading and I came across this concept of a “disorienting dilemma” which is “an experience within which a current understanding is found to be insufficient or incorrect and the learner struggles with the resulting conflict of views. Such experiences often are those to which learners point as the beginning of the process of questioning their understanding and views and entering the transformative learning process” (Source). Truly, being in that space over the course of 300 hours created this for me. I was forced to confront a lot of racist and otherwise problematic shit that I have been brought up with and that comes up in small ways for me that I try and quash down for the sake of saving face. Poverty, addiction, mental health issues showed up LITERALLY on the doorstep and I was thrown into it all. The experience was a disorienting dilemma and it shook me out of my bubble and I have never fallen so deeply in love with social work. My supervisor and I formed a VERY close relationship that probably broke some ethical and professional boundaries and she was there for me to discuss social issues and experiences I was having in an honest way that really deconstructed things. I had my debit card stolen by a client on one occasion, had to call the DOAP team because I witnessed people in overdose more times than I can count, had to talk many a person down from suicide, befriended a very mentally ill person who suffers from delusions that they are an alien in a human body sent here to observe earth and report back to their master. We had to kick someone out of a workshop for being racist. It was a wild ride, honestly. There were many many positive things to come out of practicum. I built my professional network in ways I never would have been able to, I was able to move out of the “student” realm and step into the role of a social worker and advocate and professional. I did a lot of public speaking! I was out in the community talking to a million different people. I made videos and posters. And the best part of all is that even when my practicum ended, my connection to CW did not. They have hired me on as a digital storytelling intern (paid!) for the new year. Which is a major confidence boost and I just love CW and everyone there so much. I will literally be forever grateful to them for taking me under their collective wing and showing me I have the skills and abilities to be an effective social worker :) 

Ahem. Now on to some not-so-good things... 

The end of October was kind of difficult because I was attempting to manage practicum responsibilities, actual class projects and homework, second-round practicum interviews, and Famoso. I was very stressed out and it was not good, especially because I got a rejection from one interview and didn’t even get an interview at my top choice. I was feeling very sorry for myself and may or may not have cried at my desk at practicum. It all worked out in the end though, and actually I was offered a placement at the first place I interviewed – they just took a while to get back to me. She called me to let me know this while I was on a run and being idiot me, I picked up… panting and gasping for air in Nose Hill Park. She was like, “We’d like to offer you the place… wait, are you okay?”

I would also like to just slide it in here that I slept with my ex in October. Which wasn’t a particularly momentous occasion and was actually kind of funny because it felt so much like a one night stand. I am mostly putting this in here because I don’t think many people know that and I want to see who reads this far.

Along similarish lines – I PUT MYSELF OUT THERE AND ASKED SOMEONE ON A STRAIGHT UP DATE AND GOT REJECTED AND IT WAS HONESTLY SO EMBARASSING AND BRUTAL and it’s okay now but oh… my god. This also happened around the same time as the rejections from practicum placements and I had such a bad night where I got drunk on my couch alone and Cayley brought me burnt ends from her new job at a brewery because she was #concerned for me and I didn’t want to be alone. That’s a true friend right there.

December 

December is only halfway done - but I feel I can summarize it accurately. It has been a nice, tidy wrap up to the year. A month of podcasts, cleaning my house and my car and my life up, a mysterious knee injury that is really fucking me up, working a lot at Famoso, finishing my practicum and school semester. One thing I am dreading is that my brother’s girlfriend who our family is not particularly fond of will be joining us in Saskatoon this year. But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. 

In General 

2018 has been very stressful for me. But despite the stress, and sometimes out of it, have come some very nice, beautiful things. I said last year in my post that I wanted to become more deeply involved in my community and in activism and social work and in that way I think I have excelled. I’m in it now, you guys. I feel capable. I feel motivated. I feel CONFIDENT. And I’m fucking excited to see what comes in the future. 

I nearly doubled the amount of people I’ve slept with so that’s... a notable thing that happened this year. 

It has been nice to feel a return to a sense of belonging with my old high school group of friends. In a way, I feel more united with them than ever. I guess not having a partner that they all hate helps. But also, I think I’ve just been feeling more and more like myself. But to Connor, Steven, Matt, Adam and the assortment of new(er) members that come and go - I am very grateful for you all. It has also been good for my heart and soul to become so close with people from podcast club. It’s actually like... really hard to make new friends. Podcast club made it easy. And I found myself on a Friday night in Maddy and Ben’s apartment, watching cooking shows and teaching them how to play card games, laughing until I cried and drinking wine. And it’s like... who else gets together on EVERY Sunday morning to discuss podcasts? For fun? I know relationships change and dissolve and grow from each year to the next but I just have a deep feeling that some of these friendships are the real deal. And I’m really lucky. It sounds so ~fake deep~ and lame but honestly podcast club is making me a better, happier, less anxious person. 

2019: 

I think 2019 is going to have to be the year that I really, truly grow the fuck up. I’m not mad about this. I look forward to crushing through 400 more hours of practicum, graduating and getting my degree. Hopefully entering the work force for real (this prospect is honestly so exciting to me... I creep the job boards every day daydreaming about what I might eventually do when I leave the world of waitressing) and making some adult money. 

I also like... totally got fat in 2018 so 2019 will involve some activities to counterbalance this. AND I have a ticket to Big Valley Jamboree. Which is hilarious because I think if you asked 2015 Megan what she’d never do, it would be “go to BVJ” but here I am, ticket in hand, excitement mounting by the day. Boots on, bitches. 

Some of my goals or things I’d like to work on in 2019 are to become less attached to social media and more invested in the actual moment/doing of things rather than recording them (ironic as I type this MASSIVE year in review post, yes), to get into a healthy and sustainable pattern of exercise where I don’t just like become obsessed with it for a little while and then slowly taper off and then do none of it for like six months... and honestly? I want to download a bunch of those dating apps again and just go for it. I think you can learn so much about yourself through dating and I’ve been such a recluse this year for the most part because I have been sort-of-but-not seeing someone since literally JULY but we’re not actually together and I don’t know what’s going on. I just need to get over my own insecurities and anxiety and just jump in with both feet. It’ll be fun. It’ll be crazy. I’m excited. 

The rest of it, as always, is an open book. Who knows where I will be, what I will be doing, or who I will be doing it with by this time next year? Not I. 

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who could jason momoa be a child of?

ideas for parents that reflect his hawaiian heritage: alani ryan, ken mack, arnold kaua, samuel makoa, tana moon & nanaue / any of the hawaiian deities as seen throughout marvel comics, so ku, laka, na-maka-o-kaha’l, pele or polivah !

additional ideas for biological parents ( who are not canonically hawaiian ): alison blaire & longshot, artemis of bana-mighdall, azazel, barda free & scott free, black tom cassidy, bruce wayne, edward nygma, gamora & richard rider, garth & dolphin, hartley rathaway, harvey dent, hela & thanos, jonathan crane, komand’r & dor’ion, lawrence crock, lex luthor, lisa snart, logan howlett, loki, medusa & blackbolt, phil coulson, raven darkholme, selene gallio, thor odinson, victor creed !

ideas for adoptive parents: anissa pierce & grace choi, charles xavier & erik lehnsherr, diana prince & steve trevor, katherine kane & maggie sawyer, natasha romanoff, nick fury !

and under the cut i’ve included some wanted connections that would love to be filled by a jason momoa !

VIDAR BJÖRK-THORSON & TOVA VIDARSDOTTIR, our CHARLIE HUNNAM & EMMA MACKEY fcs are looking for a SIBLING / PIBLING connection who looks like DANIEL HENNEY, JASON MOMOA, GARRETT HEDLUND, ALEXIS BLEDEL, SKEET ULRICH, HAYLEY ATWELL,  / UTP who is 35-48 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( tova loves her pibling! and vidar loves his sib - they’re also vidar’s last sibling ( that he was raised alongside ) that is still alive, they’re very close because they were raised together and were always running around together, causing chaos and looking after each other. their adopted baby sister died 10ish years ago due to a fatality in superheroing ( but tova was able to be saved so ofc - conflicted feelings for vidar! ) honestly, they could be adopted, a child of thor + helene ( wld b 42+ if so ) or a child of helene + someone else! bonus points 4 helene + a different asgardian! check out vidar’s INTRO for background info & more fc options. )

MAKENA THURMAN, our ZOE KRAVITZ fc is looking for a BOSS connection who look like JASON MOMOA and is 30+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( kena works at the karma klub as an accountant and booking agent, and i’d ! love for her manager / owner of the klub / honestly… whatever tf / to be a jason momoa face, just because… their pics are supes cute and i think it’d be really sweet if kena had this older guy in her life who’s almost, like… someone guiding her? they’re in the scene longer than her, they can provide some tips and tricks, and just past the job aspect.. neither of her parents are here, so it would be nice for her to have someone who can sort of step into that role and be someone who she has learnt to be able to go to and confide in, when needed. )

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