#actors name is hu y*t*an

[conjuredarchive]

giselle’s name is staying the same. unless another stroke of inspiration hits me or someone comes up with another suggestion, edward’s is being likely changed to edmund. i wanted something similar to his original name, so something that began with an ‘e’, but still different enough. edmund means “prosperity", "riches" + "protector" so i think it works. later on, he becomes “king edmund the dauntless.”

here are some more divergences. i need to write them out in depth someday, and will definitely work on that, but here’s a very rough outline !!!

- they still have the backstories i made for them ( anyone who wants to read them can go on my archived blog ) but some names will be changed, of course. - giselle has her dream vision, and it is in fact of edmund ( not robert like the film confirms; i wanted to subvert this ). he saves her when she’s in trouble in the forest, they meet, she recognizes him, and he falls in love with her at first sight. they ride off to his castle. they spend some time together before the wedding, definitely more than just a day or two, but less than a week. - his unnamed stepmother sends giselle away...but it’s to the fey wilds. - the fey wilds are beautiful, but mercurial and dangerous. being part fae helps giselle, but she comes close to death at one point. a very beautiful and tol faerie with long hair saves her. gil joked about him being a bishie. - they go on adventures and spend a lot of time together. she gets to talk about her family and heritage and interact with that part of the world. cue romantic montage of moments they share, the lessons they learn from each other, the conflicts they get into and overcome. serious bonding ensues with growing attraction. - meanwhile, edmund finds out that it was his stepmother who sent giselle away, and has her imprisoned immediately, planning to deal with her after he rescues giselle and brings her back. ( she obviously doesn’t stay locked up for long, escaping during his absence. ) he’d want her to tell the kingdom what she’s been doing as opposed to simply killing her and saying that she was an evil queen...though unfortunately this has consequences. he didn’t realize how serious of a threat she truly posed and would be later on. - edmund follows after giselle into faerie land. when they reunite eventually, giselle realizes how little time has passed for edmund; for him it’s been only a week, but for giselle it’s been months. he tries to fight rowan. he’s insistent on giselle returning with him, that he’s there to save her. there’s obviously conflict because he sees giselle as his bride and feelings have developed between giselle and this stranger. - faerie man oc ( he needs a name, let’s call him fm for now ) wants to go back to the mortal world to make sure giselle makes it all the way back to the castle; though he plans to return to his home as soon as he’s certain of her safety. he doesn’t trust edmund to keep her safe and still has a low opinion of mortals in general. the three of them journey together. giselle realizes the closer they get to the castle, the more torn she feels. she knows she loves edmund but... - edmund’s stepmother goes feral, transforms into a monster ( have to decide if i want her to still become a dragon or not ) and tries to kill giselle ( and edmund ). edmund is hurt and knocked out. fm fights her. he’s immortal, but still can be killed, and sadly is. - giselle is the one to finish edmund’s evil stepmother and deliver the last blow, with a weapon fm gave her back in the fey wilds. she holds him in her arms as he dies, and they share a passionate kiss. edmund wakes up and witnesses this. - giselle goes with edmund to the castle and stays there as his moral support. about half a year passes and edmund notices she's starting to seem less of herself. he asks if she would like to return home. it’s not that he wants her to go, he doesn’t, but he wants her to be happy. ( it’s equivalent to the moment the canon character has, when edward gives robert the green light to kiss giselle even though he loves her. ) - edmund is right about his suspicions. being away from home for so long has been hard for giselle. she misses the cottage, her animal friends, and also suffered through her own painful loss, yet focused on keeping busy and being there to support edmund in the midst of all the political upheaval. she longs to be in the forest. being out surrounded in nature is the closest that she would be to the fey wilds, which is where she met fm. - they have an emotional separation, but with his blessing, giselle goes back to her cottage. edmund stays at the castle to continue his rule. - during her journey back to the cottage, giselle learns how far throughout the kingdom she has become known. as the woman who saved edmund and defeated the monster, giselle is greeted with constant appreciation. - giselle and edmund write letters to each other frequently. he visits her when he can, and she’s invited to visit ( or have a carriage and escort sent out to her in the woods ) anytime. edmund is focused on learning to be a good king, to right the wrongs of his stepmother. giselle serves as his touchstone and dearest safe haven when amidst all the chaos and conflict for him, and she appreciates his companionship as well, even when it’s from a distance. platonic soulmates. - edmund practices swordsmanship with giselle and they spar whenever they can.

there’s a lot to fill in and more to think on but yeah that’s the gist of how i’d keep them still connected in their ‘main’ verse as ocs.

[divinctions]

✿ ━ LUNA DOMINGUEZ-HERRERA

Is that Lizeth Selene ? oh, no, that's Mireya Luna Dominguez-herrera ! A twenty-four year old actor/musician & grad student at Universidad de Bellas Artes de Valparaíso who uses she/they pronouns. They currently live in Valparaíso, and the character they identify with most is Wednesday Addams from The Addams Family & Hu Tao from Genshin Impact. Hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

your resident goth latine here for the spooks and the kooks / more below

━━━━━━━━━ B A S I C S :

full name: mireya luna dominguez herrera

nickname(s): rey , luna ( preferred ) , mia ( hates it so bad ) , reya ( by their mother )

age: twenty - four .

ethnicity: mexican .

gender: nonbinary .

pronouns: she / they .

orientation: panromantic / pansexual .

occupation: musician / actor . grad student at universidad de bellas artes de valparaíso

language(s) spoken: spanish ( mexican spanish, specifically from the veracruz area ) , english .

career claims: jenna ortega filmography, beabadoobee, juliet ivy, unflirt, and flower face's discography, natalie lafourcade musas album vol. 1&2, and gale weathers from the scream franchise ( their mother ).

aesthetics: the jingle of jewelry on fingers, around the neck and hanging from the ears, the satisfying crunch of fresh leaves underneath combat boots beneath the moonlight, the feeling of something crawling down your arm, and the comfort of shadows made from candle light followed by freshly burnt sage

most replayed song: balada de la trompeta by raphael

━━━━━━━━━ P E R S O N A I L I T Y :

easily excited. extremely scatterbrained and not sure how to interact with people because they were homeschooled/busy with their acting and music projects for so long. so when they do try to connect, they usually open with the some random tidbit related to urban legends, horror movies, or spiders/other creatures and when it’s not received well they kind of just turn inward and mutter to themselves because they thought it was a really cool fact. they’re that person in class who can’t accept that a blue curtain is just blue and doesn’t mean anything special, they search for the hidden meaning in literally everything. very hard to scare or gross out. talks a lot mainly just out loud to themselves because it helps them direct her focus to one thing instead of the million and eighty things swarming in their head at all times. will deliver the most soul shattering existential crisis information or scariest story with the brightest smile and cheery tone because they just think it’s so interesting. loves listening excitedly. tends to let the things ( and people ) she loves consume them and is really trying to work on that. sadly, past relationship experiences have left them extremely insecure and in constant need of reassurance. because their interests are so odd and sometimes niche, they feel like people tire of them easily and tend to get a little uncertain because of it. fiercely loyal to a fault. they will stick beside someone treating them poorly because their view of how relationships/friendship work has been completely skewed by the dramatics of the media she consumed growing up.

━━━━━━━━━ B A C K G R O U N D : tw bullying mention, tw spiders

Mother was a pageant queen turned scream queen; starred in a lot of famous horror films in Mexico before booking Gale Weathers in the Scream franchise. Father was a Tejano music superstar, essentially royalty in Veracruz where their family is from, famous for his ballads and love songs. As their mother embraced their new scream queen label and all the dark intricacies that came with it, the public perception of the family began to shift and murmurs of them being brujas became popular in their community. Luna was always a shy child with odd interests, checking out scary stories to tell in the dark every time the class went to the library and bringing their dad’s ant farm for show and tell, and the rumors did nothing for her popularity and the bullying came soon after.

Unlike their sister, Luna couldn’t pretend the harsh words of their classmates didn’t bother them. What was so wrong with being a bruja? If anything, they wished their mother would include them in their witchy activities. But her mother wasn’t a bruja, and rather than have her child defend her for it they pulled them out of school, moved the entire family to new york and began homeschooling when she was 11 years old, but that didn’t quell their curiosity of brujeria and they started doing their own research, which led them down the rabbit hole of what would later become their one true love: folklore, mythology, and urban legends.

As a way to get them out of the house, her mother enrolled her into acting workshops where their relationship to their mother got them booked in The Babysitter Killer Queen, American Carnage, and later X. In the eyes of Hollywood, Luna was their own sort of budding scream queen. It’s because of her mother, and the notable performance in X, that helps her get the role as Tara Carpenter in the Scream reboot playing alongside their mother who was reprising their role as Gale Weathers. A role they later came to dislike because it wasn’t the kind of horror they wanted to be doing, they loved the franchise and everything about it, but the work they wanted to do aligned more with their work on Wednesday, and the work they’re currently doing with Beetlejuice 2.

Between being homeschooled and being on set, they spent a lot of time with their father. He taught them everything he knew about Mexican folk music and all the crucial instruments to the sound (bajo sexto, mexican vihuela, tamborita calentana, and the accordion ). They weren’t a prodigy by any means but could carry a tune, and the knowledge he’d given them helped them perfect their skills on the guitar, bass, and piano. Along with the instruments they were learning, she was also reading and learning A LOT about latin american folktales and legends. She picked up on the cross overs between these tails, el cucuy was el sacomán who was the boogeyman or the acalica of bolivia is the same as the madremonte in columbia, and noticed that at their core every legend or tale was just a personification of the hardest emotions to face, these tales are created to give a body to the bad feelings so there’s a sense of control over them. 

The idea fascinated them so much they wrote ( along with their father ) two albums on latin american folklore and folk music named Musas vol. 1 and 2. They were only fifteen when it was first released and vol 2 ended up being nominated for 2 latin grammys and winning making them one of the youngest latin grammy winners after miguelito. 

With all their pit stops along the way, they continuously returned back to folklore, urban myths, and legends. Though she loves music, it would be a lie to say it wasn’t something they started out of love for their father. While they love acting even more, it would also be a lie to say it wasn’t something they started out of love for their mother, but her stories, myths, legends, and folktales have always been hers. So when her acceptance letter came in from Universidad De Bellas Artes​​ it should have been an easy decision, but Luna had been all consumed by yet another love, a love they had for a boy. It had them missing meetings, skipping rehearsals, and rescheduling table reads for upcoming projects she was already signed off on. It made them question whether or not they even wanted to go to Chile after all if the person that made them happiest was right there all along.

It was a hard decision to put herself first, and they questioned it every step of the way. Even as they touched down in Valparaiso, moved into their new apartment, and attended their first few classes, they wondered if they’d made the right choice. But there was no denying the smile she got from visiting local communities to talk about their legends, studying texts on treasure potentially buried in the laguna verde cave in one of the oldest libraries in chile. They tell themselves it was the right decision, and maybe the longer they stay, the easier it will be to believe.

━━━━━━━━━ H E A D C A N O N S :

Has a gray and black maincoone named nymph. Also has pet tarantulas, yet plural. At any given time she’s housing somewhere between 17-21. A mix between new world and old world tarantulas, but mainly new world tarantulas. That doesn’t include their black widows and jumping spiders. They are a collective ‘fae’ but they do have individual names for all of them. Their current favorite is antilles pink toe tarantula they named toxica bc whenever she tried to breed with her she always ate her mate before luna could stop her.

Very obsessed, in love, and protective over her spiders. Within the room she keeps a tarantula ofrenda with the molts of their past babies in frames, candles, and their favorite kind of buggies. If they let you in the room don’t be surprised if they’re watching your every move. Has been bitten by their tarantulas a few times, its okay. Also, extracts their venom sometimes to put behind the jewels in her rings so they can always have their little friends with them.

Loves to go ghost hunting, has a lot of professional equipment and has taught themselves the proper way to do a seance and if you’re fucking around being disrespectful they will ask you to leave or threaten to put a tarantula in your bed while you sleep.

Of course they’re a crystals, incense, and tarot icon. Never goes anywhere without a crystal care package, and will happily make you one if you’d like.

Folklorico dance trained and incorporated in their current performances whenever they can.

Contorting their body is another love of theirs. They see it as an art form and can spend hours watching contortionist videos. They’re literally Troy James’s number one fan. Double jointed and flexible. Exorcist aint got nothing on her.

Obsessed with what they call “little deaths”, believe we die every day in different ways so we’re always in a state of mourning and regrowth.

Their mind works at a million miles an hour so they have some trouble sleeping, but that’s okay because it means they’re able to stay up writing or reading. You will always catch her up at witching hour, it’s when they come alive.

While they are a huge fan of halloween, makes a whole month out of it, their favorite holiday is dia de los muertos and goes all out for it every year. Makes huge feasts, helps local communities with ofrendas and their upkeep, creating calaveras and painting sugar skulls, they spend the entire month of october on their la catrina costumes (yes plural) and spend the whole year planning them, and cook pan de muetro for all!! It’s actually a comfort food for her as well so if they need a pick me up that will be their go to. During dia de los muertos they prefer to go by mireya because it’s the name her ancestors recognize them by and they want to ensure they’ll be able to find her. A scorpio bitch fr fr.

Working on a Latin American Folklore anthology, and going to Universidad de Bellas Artes to get her masters and then phd in folklore.

Lizeth’s tattoos and piercings are all canon to Luna, but they also have melanie martinez’s calf and thigh tattoos specifically the ones that have mushrooms, faeries, or goddesses.

Runs a tiktok page that’s really just them posting spanglish covers of songs, cooking videos, and fun little folklore/buggie facts.

Loves magical realism and all things dark, twisted, and whimsy.

The scary stories to tell in the dark movie was the best thing to ever happen to them. Yes, they still watch it all the time. Yes, they auditioned to be in it. No, they didn’t get it. Yes, they’re still upset about it. Yes, they’ll watch it with you a thousand times.

Los Fantasmas is their favorite location in town outside of the library. They love going in there, not even to drink, just to hear the stories about all the ghosts no matter how many times they’ve heard them.

━━━━━━━━━ W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S :

Penpals: this muse is either a local of valparaíso, someone who has been in the city awhile, or someone who is from another country. Luna and this muse have been writing letters and exchanging gifts back and forth ever since elementary school. This could be the first time they're meeting in person or maybe they visited each other on and off over the years ! it could be fun to see how the interact outside of their letters, maybe it's too different or too vulnerable for your muse, maybe your muse lied a lot in their letters and it's coming out now, maybe luna wasn't what they thought she'd be. lots of fun potential connections to be explored !

Academic Rivals: Students or Tutors. Luna is so pretentious omg and they would be SO annoyed with not being the only person immediately raising their hand before the professor could even get their question out. But i also think it would be funny if they had to be tutored by someone ( current student, past student, etc ) because it would truly make their eye twitch to admit they need the help. Just bickering back and forth and its a vibe.

Past Situationships: PLAY IN THEIR FACEEEE, luna is someone whose only real exposure to relationships and how they work is from movies, tv, shows, etc; and it doesn’t help that she was a theater kid so when they were “with” ( it’s possible they never had the “what are we” convo and they just jumped to the conclusion on their own. But regardless this muse got away with a lot because she would rationalize it all away it’d would have been a relationship that’s HEAVILY logical by olivia rodrigo coded.

Unlikely Bestie: Kuromi and My Melody coded !!!! the goth bitch and their cottage core bestie. this would be the person she’s closest to outside of their family, constant sleepovers, always together, would drop anything to go see the other, texts from the sun up to sun rise. just good vibes all around!!!

Past besties who have also played in their face or maybe currently playing in their face. Shes loyal to a fault so taken advantage of it <3 she believes shes less naive than rafa, they are not <3

[finding-the-daylight]

Today has been a very stressful day, so guess wtf time it is? Drunk Breaking Dawn Pt. 1. Here is what I soberly remember of the movie (I have not watched it since BD2 came out): 

1. There’s a wedding.

2. There’s a honeymoon.

3. There’s swimming in the ocean.

4. There’s an accidental pregnancy.

5. The baby almost kills Bella.

6. The canon incident that we all hate happens.

7. The Volturi evilly laugh. 

Same as Eclipse, my drunken narration of the movie will be below the break.

A brief intro statement, I was 100% sober and just beginning to drink at the beginning of the Eclipse post and progressively got more drunk. For BD1, I’m throwing back before I even start watching this shit show.

- I love the effects of the intro. it’s very calming. THe putting away childish things quote is literally a Bible verse. I hate that Stpehen appropriated Quileute culture, Christian culture, and every culture. I know she’s mormon but sitll. THis shit feels real appropriated.

- Idk why rennee is all happy. she never gave a shit before.

- OMG ALICE TEHCING BELLA TO WALK IN HEELS IS THE CUTEST ICRY.

- carlisle carryign the bench is literally the hottest hting i’ve ever seen fck

- lowkey kinda creeprd out because she’s literally sacrificing her humanity to marry this deud she’s known for like a year but everyone other than jacob is super supportive

- damn she’s looking @ this dreamcatcher and it’s making me sad but tbh that shit probably caused half her nightmares because she’s not native so sleep paralysis (if you know you know).

- DAMN EDWAD RELALY JUST ADMITTED HE’S BEEN A VIRGING FOR OVER 100 YEARS WHAT AB RAVE MAN WE STAN

- BUT FOR REAL WHY IS NO ONE FREAKING TF OUT THAT SHE’S LITERALLY BEGGING TO DIE FOR THIUS DUE?

- he just todl her hes killed people and explained it and it didn’t work she’s still down to clown with this vapire emo boi

- HOW HE’S SMILTING @ HR WTF I AM SO ALONEEEE

- i just wama ne im loved amd ne loved in retun plz

- this dream sequence is awful also fck the volturi is til hate that they never overthrew that crabbyass monarchy bullshit they were powerful enough

- i just wanna be like rosalie when i greow up

- charlie knew shit was off when he saw those crapsk 

- why the HELL is renen actin liks she cares? bitch go the fuck back home

- jessica is the only one with any damn common sense in this whole series talking about they’re too fucking young for this shitt bitch true and itm akes sene now why she was the valedictioajrn 

- SLEEPING AT LAST IS THT GROUP IDK IF YALL HAVE HEARD ANY OF HTEIR OTHER STUFF BUT THEY’RE AMAIZNG AND I USED TO CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP # THAT SHIT

- damn id’ be fuckign panicking too your lfie is over hoe 

- stpeheen sto pwiht your racist ass smiling its offensive

- CHARLIE FUCKING DEWEVRE BETTER SOMEONE LOVE HIM PLEASR

- this wedding is gorgoeus though i live for hte fuckj g aestiec 

- OH MY GORD THE PROM SONGGGGGGGG  FCK ME RIGHT IN THE EMO 

- IT JUST HIT ME WHN THEY WRE LOOKI  @ EACH OTHERS EYES THIS BTCH REALLY MARYING AN UNDRSF VAMPIRE HOE this shit is horryighn why was i not scare?

- carlisle is the love of y life

- sth is a lil ray of sunishen 

- i just reaized howd fucked it is that sue and chalrie are starng to catch feelz ut sue knows his daughter is funckugn off with a unded vamp emo iboi

- OMG I FCUKING HATE STEPHENE RACIST ASS I LEGIT MADE AP OST EARLIER SYAING LAURENT WANTED TO DO THE RIGHT THING ANDWOUVLEBE BEND A VEGETATIAN BITCH AND IRENEA CONFIRMED FCK THIS SHIT IM OUT ANG ANGRY

- charlie is gget ing drunk as hell my spiritn animel

- jesica is smart and beautiful she needs t os stop being jealous and petty know ya wotht girlie you got itl

- I SWEAR WHEN IGET MARRIED OSMEDAY IF ANYONE GIVES A SPEECH LIKE THIS I WILL PERSONALLY DRAGT HER ASS OUT.

- edwar lves her so much fck im all alone\

- how haoph hacob is when they hig i hate canonn they were best friends fc,

- jacob stay the fck outta her sex life she;s been wanting this for ad dman year fkc steohe let them jsut befriend

- steh is so swert but e is a chidl fck the is reacist plot bulshit

- CHARLIE DESEVRD BETTR FCK THIS PLOT FOR REAL I HAE CANON

- bela looks os ad she knows it’s goodbye but edward’s family is all smiling because they have her now hwat fthe ckc

- jac0bs cryng my heart brke

- i love bineg dunk 

- the scene isn rio is my faorite isn any of the movies eveyrhting looks warm and happy

- this bich can drive ab oat too damn he can just fod evryhin cant he

- CARLISLE BOUGHT A WHOEL DAMN ISALND FOR HIS WIFE AND I CANT ECVE GET A TEXT BACK? 

- deis this honeymon scene make anuone else unconmfy becuae same

- marying a vampire would be horrying af but also hot af and good af becuase htye oculd love so much and protect you from everythign fck 1-/10 woukd efeel safe

- bwll gaving a panic attakc ism e anyt tinme i try talking to an attractive man

- slepeign at last fckign ti up agin bit ch theis m yshit 

- when he said it was the best night i cred 

- tstoehe added the chess game like this shit is a hoje but i would love to play chess on my honemodn idk how uut  i want a man to each me but not mansplin

- WHY THE FUCJ AR THEY SO CTE ON THIS AMN HONEYMOON?

- i know i sadn it was horryig but i want a hotass vamp emo boi husband plas 

- damn jacob is being too emo she aint really gonan be ded for ever youll see her agianb itch

- ‘CULLENS ARE NOT A DNAGER TO THE TOWN OR TRUBE” BITCH IB EG TO FUCKIN DIFFER THIS SHIT BIOLOGICAL WARDARE RACIST ASS STPEHEN WRITING THIS FUCKING BULLTSIT

- ‘NONE OF THEM BELONG TO THEMSEVLES ANYGMROE” - SOMEONE SAID IT BITCH THSI SHIT IS FUCKRE IP

- i fucking hates these vamp racist bitches but i want a nonracist va,p husband bitch thus hot afck

- how tf does she not know shes rpegr yet eatin this weid ass shit?

- THESE FKERS BEEN AROUND FOR CENTURIES TLAKING BOU IDK IF ITS VEEN POSSIBEL BTICH YU SHOULD FUCKUGN KNO BY NOW

- ROVERT SPOEAKIN G PORTGUEVE IS SO KING ATRACTIV

- poor bella her life chaned so uqick and she[s soc scared fck dcnaon

- POOR CHARLIE I HATE THIS HE DESERVES TO BE LOVED AND TURTH TOLD

- ROSALEI IS THE EST 

- “YOU LOOK TERRBLE’ THIS IS THE FRIENDHSOP WE WANT WHYT THE FCK DOES FOPSTHE RUIN EALL THIS SHIT

- CARLISE IS FUNCIGJ HOT

- LIRALY BITCH I JUST WNAT A PURE FIRENDHSIP WUTH JACOB AND BELLA ITS WHAT THEY DESERVE FJC CAON

 - this montage is turopy a f when youre drunk waht the helc por jake thugh

- im sorry but i;n laughign my ass off at these fuckugn wolf vocie overs lmaoooo this shit hilarious

- SETH HAS SUCH A PURE HEART WHTY TF DID SPTEHEH RUIB HUS FUCJING CHILDHOOD BULTHIST

- WHY IS EVEYRIJE BSUCG AFUCKUGN BUTCG TO LEAH???? SHE DESEVRED THE FUCKING WORLD STPEHEN IS A RACISHT BITCHHHHHH

- calisbe is fos unicngn hot

- i just reaized robert is like the best fuckugn actor like this diolaguge is wha k as fuck btu he’s acitng all emo boi oscar worhty shti

- they realy had her fuckin drink blodo i hate cannjnonnn

- ifelel the same as kaje watchign this 

- but carlisle’s prety face made it all fuckig hetter

- FUCKRT HIS SHTI CHARLIE DESERVED BETTER HE’S THE BEST DAD FCK CANO NFUCK STEPRHNE 

- okay ut id is cute as fkc whe nedward hears the baby 

- esme and calrisle wilougn to risk their lives for bella i cryi

- fkc i really do hate cnaon because jake is acting liek an adult now and trying to do the honrble thig bue he should be a hpaoy chidl 

-  resnemsien is a ficking ridjcils name and we all fuckj nnew

- i ahte this part i’n bot even wathcing this shit rgros me rout 

- WHY THDID FUCK DID THIS BITCH HAVE A FUKCUNG SYRINGE OG VENOM LAYING AORUND? HOE!?!?!

- literlaiy fuick the dynamics of this whole moty hfknfucjg storyline plot bitch

- LEAH AND STHE DESERVERD BETTER

- SO DID JACOB

- SO DID ALL THE WOLFPAKC STPEHEN IS A RACIST AS SHOE

- aw hell here the fucks we hgo with theu ickgn im************** bulshit i ghate cnaojn canon can suck ad ick

- YES BILLY DEFEND YOUR CHIDL 

- rosalie is literally perfect when cnai b ehr 

- im real glad im drunk rin now because ioculd nto sit throguh this shit sober

- imp&******* is the worst plotline fkc]

- bit iamgiben falling alseo lookin gsick and waking up fhot as uck goals

- this sogn making me cry literlalu imcruing ims o alone lmao

- rheye really ended htoe move wirh red eyws lmaoooo

- hodl the fick up a damn minute stpeehebn producre htis cufkcng shit?

- now heres the hoes iv’ve been waiting on burnt the monarch fuckwits i hate thes epompis fuckers

- OVERTURBR THESE FUCKSERS THEY HAVE TIOO MUCH POWR 

CARLISR COULD FUCKING D OI T I HATE CNAON BRING THE VAMPIRE DECONOARCY

- OOHG BRUNNO MARS BRINGNG THE FUCKING SIMPSSHOES ANTHM I NEEDLOVE IT

[kettlewrites]

teacher!woozi

he looks so hot in that gif i cry plus this is the first time i’ve ever done something like this please don’t hate me i can’t write fduvobfiu pls

okay let’s begin

so Jihoon is the talk of the town- well school- as everyone is getting into the new school year

“did u hear about the new choir teacher ???? i heard that his old students called him the spawn of satan”

“spawn of satan??? i think that’s a bit much.”

oM G it’ S hI m R u N

okay okay i’ll stop

he’s the new choir, music theory and piano teacher. the dudeo is a little music prodigy.

he transferred from a school across town bc he was tired of being in the same place for so long, plus his friends worked here too!!

literature teacher wonu, orchestra teacher joshua, and intro to dance teacher soonyoung recommended Jihoon to the principal and with his track record he was s E T

so, first day of school when the students piled into his, not decorated at all, choir room they were sh 0o k.

“is he the TA?” “why he is so smol???” “are you sure that’s a teacher??” “jENNI F E R shU T uP thAT i S toTal LY a StudEn T” “we’re in women’s choir right now kim.”

he greets the class, somewhat coldly “i’m your new teacher. okay let’s get started with warm ups”

everyone does not take him seriously, bc literally it’s a bunch of immature high schoolers who would take someone so smol and adorable very seriously then one day------ mr. lee (jihoon) had eNOU GH

“Mr. Lee where are our chairs?” “ *smiles* until you guys give me the respect, i have taken your chairs away. now warms up-” yes. he does this to every class, even his piano students and they are c r y i n g

after a good week, they respect him. they fear him, he made a student cry (accidentally) by making the entire choir stop singing to talk about how being off tune will bring down the entire score at competition (he wasn’t even singling the person out)

“okay, competition is in 3 weeks today guys. i know it’s difficult but we’ve gone over this part so many times now, so whoever is off tune please realize your mistakes and fix that so we don’t get points taken off for something so simple fixed.” *kim runs out of the room crying* “jennifer please go take care of that”

somehow from then to the end of the school year no one ever sings a cent off tune ever again

so! how do you get into this mess ? M U S IC AL SE A SON B E GINS

you, the also new and surprisingly loved advanced acting teacher, is casting the school year’s musical alongside V E RY loved dance teacher mr. kwon

auditions didn’t go as well as you were planning, the acting was amazing as you expected from your students so was the dancing... but the vocal talent was l a ck ing. so who do you go to ? obviously!! you don’t go anywhere because you were terrified of going to talk to jihoon who you had a crush on since the first day of teacher camp over the summer wait what hu H

soonyoung was like “we need to do something about this y/n, why don’t we ask jihoon? we could talk to him, i’ve been friends since high school”

your heart does a leap in your chest, we talk? ! ? but you wanted to win the high school musical competition (you’ve done it multiple years in a row at your old school, you were determined to do it here as well)

so push comes to shove, you were in the bare choir room that was empty aside from the classical music playing through a speaker somewhere in the room

you took a deep breath in and knocked on the door frame, since the door was open but he had his back turned towards you. once he heard your knock the (tenth) third time, he spun around in his spinny chair and almost fell out bc did an angel just walk into the room omg

“yes?”

“you’re jihoon right? uh soonyoung sent me bc we need help with the musical”

“tell soonyoung to go fu- you said we?”

“yeah, i’m directing and he’s choreographing and w e need help with the vocals, our actors aren’t up to par of where we need them.”

usually jihoon would tell the person to go away, bc he isn’t some charity to give help to whoever asks, but for some reason he !! just !! couldn’t !! say !! no !! to !! you !! (curse you soonyoung for sending a literal angel his way) so as he was trying to say he had no time to- somehow a yeah sure when do you want me to train them came out of his mouth.

and that’s how a friendship between you two blossomed ( even tho you two strictly told your friends and students who were super nosy that it was just a friendship everyone is like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) “sure miss. y/l/n. sure it is”

and it was !!! for the most part bc you two could not come to terms with each of your own feelings

then when tech week came you were S T R E S S E D bc

 1. 3/4 of your techies were very very very new to all of this and currently is being taught by one of the old techies who considered quitting during this week 

2. one of your leads has the flu and spread it to his co-actress (so it’s flu central)

3. THE ENSEMBLE DID NOT KNOW ANY OF THEIR LINES AND WHY DO THEY LOOK SO DEAD ON STAGE PLS LIVEN UP CHILDREN IM CRYIN g

so you cancel rehearsal on your end (soonyoung actually asks for everyone to stay to have a chat with them) and run to jihoon’s office with tears running down your face

he sadly was out of the room to make some copies of the music, but when he returned he was !!!!!!!!!

“y/n omg what happened? are you okay???”

“i want to quit my job.” you cried due to stress. you loved your job, you didnt want to quit it was just so many things were happening at once and you wanted to crawl into a hole and cry

“n O !” “i mean.. you shouldn’t, i know this week is the hardest week for directors. mingyu tells me about it all the time with his kids over at *insert another high school* you’re strong y/n!!! you can do this!!!” he even did aegyo for you and it did help cheer you up

and you did get through this with multiple hugs from jihoon and soonyoung talking to the kids and telling them to have fun, bc they obviously were just doing this at this point as a routine

and it worked. it totally worked and the show was a H I T. it was such a hit the show had a nomination in every category from best overall to best ensemble to best small prop in the corner during act 2 scene 5.

and when you saw the nomination list, you ran down the hall from the auditorium to jihoon’s classroom (who he was currently scolding women’s choir for being distracted) (they were totally talkign about how he looks at you while you two were speaking in the hallway)

*BOOM* you slam the door open and he instantly lightens up and smiles (spawn of satan jihoon exits the room) !!!

“ W e  GOT A NOMINATION IN EVERY CATEGORY THANKS TO YOU JIHOONNNNIEEEEEE” 

“did miss. y/l/n call mr. lee ‘jihoonie’ ?”

he’s ecstatic to see you so happy which causes very ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) faces throughout the choir

the night of the award ceremony comes, there are over 500 people in that orpheum theatre all hoping that they win some award of some sort.

you were just sitting with jihoon and soonyoung trying to stay calm, you even already pick your representatives within the cast to go get the awards to save looking like a fool trying to find a rep last minute.

then it came to the moment everyone was waiting for, your show had won most of the awards of the night already but there was one category you wanted the most to set the night, best small prop in the corner during act 2 scene 5 overall musical.

you were so nervous, but soonyoung gave you that look that L O O K that you both knew what it meant (we won)

and the look was right, you did. “from Serenity Rose High School, *insert a good musical bc im too tired to name one* wins best overall for this years High School Musical Awards!”

you were jumping, you were screaming and crying and suddenly your lips were connected with jihoon’s

it was such a good kiss, it probably could’ve won best kiss tbh

jihoon is in shock, soonyoung was in shock, your entire cast was in shock they almost forgot to send little jenny to go get the award, and then after a minute you were in s h o c k.

you were kissing jihoon, you were kissing jihoon Y O U w E R e Ki S i N G Ji hOo N. you pull away so quickly, but your hands were still cupping his face.

“i.. uh.” you were beet red, your cheeks were getting hot and you couldn’t remove your hands from his face they were like stuck.

he was also blushing, and trying his best not to smile super widely.

“ihavelikedyousinceteachercampinjulyireallyhopethiswasntawkwardeventhoughiknowitwasimsosorryforkissingyououtofthebluebutomgdidiactuallyjustkissyou”

“what?”

“jihoon, you adorable spawn of satan, i have liked you since the beginning of the school year like a little school girl and i just kissed you because yes, i like you. god im such a hIg H scHOo L ER!”

“y/n y/n y/n, i very much like you too”

“t h a n k g O D”

dating jihoon would be sweet and cute and adored by the entire fine arts department (teachers and students included)

you would always be in his classroom during your off periods, just chilling while you watch him teach his class. everyone would be screaming o TP in their heads whenever a subtle cute interaction between you two would happen

“y/n we shouldn’t do this in front of the students.”

“they’re at lunch what could possibly happen if you kicked all of them out, just kiss me already!!!”

right when you two were just centimeters apart, “mr. lee i needed to ask you if- ..oh.. o  H” “KIM SERIOUSLY I TOLD ALL OF YOU TO GO TO LUNCH”

dates would include late night adventures to downtown or somewhere far, far away from the school. you would even go to see a show at the theatre bc after dating you, he got very interested into the performing arts. 

even though jihoon wouldn’t be very into pda, he’d do it when it was only you two alone (very alone no students, no teachers, no one just you and him)

he’d always be there when you are stressed and he’d provide hugs and soft singing to calm you down, and you would always be there for him bc he sometimes needs to be reminded of the time so he can leave the school at a reasonable time like JIHOON OMG IT’S 9PM WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!!?

“i just wanted to pick out new music for next semester”

“J i HOo N!” 

but yes, that is teacher!woozi / teacher!jihoon 

i’m terrible at this omg this was so long why is it so long thx for reading all of this if you did. i wrote this at like 2am don’t hate me if this was badly spelt or grammar is terrible too. i hope u liked it, this is what i believe teacher jihoon would be (somewhat inspired by my satan-like choir teacher) but yes, i might do more of these aus someday, if you have any ideas pls hit me up in my inbox! :D

oki bye

[batmaniskpopaf]

Amnesia:

Psychogenic Amnesia: Stems from emotional shock or trauma 

Genre: Smut (Because I’m a slut for Kim Taehyung) /Angst (Bc I’m emo af) 

Members: Taehyung X Y/N

OKIE BUT I’VE BEEN AN EMOTIONAL PIECE OF SHIT AS OF LATE TBH….SO PLEASE ENJOY THIS BOMB ASS SMUT FEST OF FEELS ^.^ <3333 ALSO HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO MY ANGEL KIM TAEHYUNG <3333

The blistering cold nipped at my exposed skin as I made my way down the busy street… The city was alive and well…I just hoped and prayed that he was too … I didn’t know his name and he didn’t either… but something deep inside of me stirred every time our eyes met.. there was a special type of mystery that seemed to surround him… everything from the gleam of his chestnut eyes when he smiled… to his brown hair which seemed to capture the night light… I wondered what he would look like bathed in the day light that poured through  my second story walk up… his toned chest rising softy… and soft snores spilling from his petal soft lips… I was too consumed in my own thoughts to notice him fall into step with me… “Penny for your thoughts?” he chimes pulling me from my internal monologue… “Hu?” I ask momentarily dazed by his handsome face… “Is something wrong?” he asks… “Of course not” I say forcing a smile onto my lips… “Well that’s good because I have good news” he informs me… “Did you get your memory?” I ask… anxiety and jealousy blossom in my chest at the thought of loosing him… although he was never mine to find the idea of him holding someone other than me close and whispering sinful confessions into their ear makes the bile rise in my throat…. My selfishness and arousal keep my rooted to the ground… our skin is only centimeters away and I can feel his body heat radiating through my cold chilled bones… I look into his eyes in search of an answer… but there is no indication that he remembers… I wait for him to continue…praying to every deity out there for mercy…  

“I remembered my name!” he states matter of factly … I breath a sigh of relief… “Well what is it ?” I ask my own curiosity peaked… “My name is Taehyung” he says… “Well it’s nice to meet you Taehyung” I say stretching my hand out to him as if it’s the first time we’ve met… “The pleasure is all mine” he coos taking my hand in his and pulling me close… “Now what do you say we celebrate this little accomplishment?” he asks suggestively… I nod and connect my lips to his… the kiss starts off gentle but grows hungry … “Your place or mine?” he asks once we pull away… “Mine’s closer” I say  grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the large brick building at the end of the street… Taehyung is a rare case… when we first met he could tell me where he lived but he couldn’t tell me his own name… the problem was that this was a reoccurring thing… Every time I saw Taehyung he would share this “new” piece of information with me… I would smile and play along and then we would  Celebrate his accomplishment… I’ve thought about the possibility of him pretending to be an amnesiac just to get in my pants… but that seems to far fetched seeing as he doesn’t seem like a good actor… However the case… I have an itch only he can scratch and every time I see him the ache in my heart is over powered by the heat between my legs … the primal lust I have for him is the reason I can’t bring myself to confess the truth… our bodies are meant for one another and I can almost feel his own arousal growing… I’m whisked away in thoughts of our previous encounters… our riving bodies consuming one another and pushing us towards a euphoric bliss… 

I should tell him the truth… I should tell him that his name is Taehyung or at least he’s convinced it is… I should tell him he lost is memory this fall after a car accident and that he needs to get in touch with his family….he needs to get in touch with her… At least that’s what I’ve managed to collect from the news paper clippings I keep tugged in my binder… I tell myself there is only a small possibility that it’s him to calm my own conscious …But deep down I know it’s true…. he’s around the same age as the boy in the missing ad but he never seems to remember more than his name and address… However much I want to tell him… I can’t bring myself to do it… it’s only been a month and I figure sooner or later they’ll find him and bring him to his family home… But for now I’m selfish and I want to have him all to myself again and again…. As we reach the entry way of my apartment I’m dragged from my thoughts by his rough hands kneading my clad covered body… his deft fingers undoing the buttons as his soft lips nip along my jaw line… I squirm under his expert touch and palm him through his jeans… Taehyung let’s out a soft moan and I can feel my insides churning… I bite my lip and continue to prod his hardness… Once the elevator comes to a halt I grab his hand and run through the door and towards my flat… he continues to toy with my clothes… removing my coat and unzipping my sweater before we even make it into the door….I walk in… Taehyung clinging to my back like a child… His hands circle my waist and he turns me around… I circle my arms around his neck… Taehyung gropes my bum pulling my flush against him… I kiss his lips trying to pull him somehow closer to me…somehow close enough to show him how my heart beats only for him… But I settle with kissing him deeply… pouring all of my adoration and lust for him into this simple action…

My lower muscles clench at the feel of his lips on mine… I make myself busy with removing his jacket and zip up hoodie all at once without breaking our kiss…He raises his hands above his head and I break our precious contact for a second to remove his t-shirt…. My eyes take in every inch of him … even in the eerie light of my apartment his skin seems to glow…his dark hair is lustrous…but not as dark as his eyes.. they seem to glow with an almost predatory sheen … “It’s a full moon tonight” he whispers into my neck … his nose tracing along my skin giving me goose flesh.. “Hmm?” I reply placing kisses along his bare shoulders and sucking on his collarbones…His skin taste like honey and I’m punch drunk… Taehyung sighs and presses his body flush against mine… I mewl at the friction this brings… the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention as he plays with the fringe of my sweater before removing the heavy garment… next to go is my undershirt and bra… the room temperature makes my perk buds stand to attention… Taehyung’s warm mouth encasing them and giving a harsh suck… I moan lightly… he’s all fingers and thumbs working my jeans and underwear tugging both garments off at once and letting them pool around my feet…. he places open mouthed kisses down my torso and nips on my hip bones… I can feel myself dripping in anticipation… the urge to be touched and the desperation to cum around him making me bold… I knot my fingers into his hair and raise my pelvis to meet his plush lips… Taehyung smirks… “Someone’s eager” he teases before licking a gentle stripe along my slit… I whimper already feeling my release start to build at his light ministrations  …Taehyung’s wet muscle claiming sex as his… his plush lips sucking on the delicate nub…my hips begin to grind against his mouth at  their own accord … I can feel myself teetering on the edge… his skillful tongue touching every sensitive crevice…. “I–I-I Need You!” I manage to get out… my lips tremble and my body feels wound tight and ready to snap… 

Taehyung is laps at my wetness and continues to torture my cunt… his small purrs sending vibrations throughout my lower body… I cling to him for sanity…  hot tears are stinging at the back of my eyes … the pressure is beginning to build and I feel myself almost dry heaving out of desperation…”Taehyung” I cry out…my prays are answered… Taehyung removes his shoes, pants and boxers in record speed… his cock stands at attention… the tip glowing cherry red… I lick my lips involuntarily …Taehyung’s eyes are locked on mine as he pumps his lenght thrice… I walk forward and wrap my hands around his neck… he lifts my and I wrap my legs around him… his head at my entrance… I moan at the friction that blossoms between our bodies as he walks us towards the bedroom… Taehyung throws me on the bed gently and crawls up in between my legs… I hold my breath as he enters me in one swift motion… we let out a guttural moan in unison as he begins to rock his hips into me… our lips connected once more…  the feeling of him burred deep within me makes my toes curl as his tongue rams into my mouth at the same tempo as his thrusts…. absorbing every moan and screech of ecstasy that my body omits… I grip onto his broad shoulders clinging to him for sanity… the heat between our bodies dulling the ache I feel at the pit of my stomach… It’s hard to tell where my body ends and his begins… our flesh becoming one… Taehyung’s soft grunts fill my ears as he continues to penetrate me… his lenght twitching inside of my slickness… I clench around his girth in hopes to push him over the edge with me …his skillful thrusts keep me teetering but never falling…I cry out… my skin feels like it’s about to fall off of my bones…but I savoir the feel our bodies moving in unison…. reveling in the feel of our slick sweaty bodies slapping against one another… our sighs and whines pushing us in search of or own highs… the feel of him inside of me feels so right… 

my mind is too clouded by the hot pleasure that dances behind my closed lids to think about the pang of guilt that nips at my heart… “I-I’m close Tae” I scream out… “Taehyung bites his lips and bucks into me at a faster pace… his hips bucking at an animistic rhythm… the sudden roughness is enough to push me over the void…I cum around his cock …letting go over any reservation and guilt for at least one moment…the euphoria is short lived… but those few seconds are enough to have my heart racing and my skin crawling with warmth… Taehyung follows close behind reaching his own release and collapsing onto my chest for a few seconds before pulling out of me and rolling onto the mattress… we lay there… both sedated and basking in our post sex bliss… the heat between my legs is placated by the hot seed that drips down my thighs… Taehyung sighs before rising to his feet and running to the bathroom… he returns quickly with a towel and cleans me… my cheeks flush at his feather like touches… “There” he says smiling to himself and then at me…our bodies feel well used and sleep comes naturally… our lids drooping and our limbs intertwining in the most unceremonious way…the darkness engulfs me once more… my heart hammers in my chest and I feel the air leaving my lungs… I wake with a start and turn to my right expecting to see darkness… my heart skips a beat when I recognize Tae’s sleeping form beside me … his legs are almost intertwined with my own and his hands are stretched out to me … I scoot closer in search of affection… Taehyung’s eager arms pull me close… his hands rest on my lower back and his chin finds it’s place on my chest… he’s wrapped around me like a graceful snake… 

The sunlight pours through the windows and engulfs the room in an almost angelic glow… but there is no angle sleeping beside me when I reach out… All I feel is the cold cotton sheets … I open one eye in hopes that it was all a dream and maybe he’s sleeping beside me and I just didn’t reach far enough… But any further and I would be dangling over the edge of the queen mattress… I sigh… my own monotone voice resonates off of the empty bedroom walls… The next night when I walk home from school he falls into step with me once more… and introduces himself as Taehyung … we rush to my apartment intertwined in one another…Despite my best efforts the smallest glimmer of hope that he might stay the whole night blossoms in my chest… But as expected I’m greeted by the cold sheets… I sigh once more… but this time something feels off …The empty apartment seems emptier still… I pad over to the nigh stand and reach for my hair brush… My eyes almost fly out of my skull at the sight of Taehyung’s stoic figure sitting on my balcony…his skin is flushed from the morning cold and he looks to be lost in his own world… I watch him… his shoulders are hunched and there are fresh tears on his handsome face… I can feel my stomach drop… “Oh shit” I whisper… he seems to hear me because he turns and our eyes meet… there is no need for words … his eyes are brimming with hot tears and fresh hatred… It’s not hatred for me for which I am thankful… it’s hatred for himself… hatred for his weakness and the act of betrayal …I can feel my heart breaking… the hot tears cascade down my cheeks… if only I could remember the reason for the sadness I feel deep in my bones and the name of the man staring at me through the window…. 

OKIE BUT CONSIDERING I WROTE THIS AT 5 IN THE MORNING BEFORE GOING TO WORK …I LIKE THIS V MUCH … 

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU ENJOYED THIS / ANY COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS ARE WELCOME <3333

[czokledlock]

HI EVERYBODY! *Dr Nick voice* another tag thingy so here we go! I was tagged by @anyonelisteningwhoeveryouare thank you, new friend! 💜☺️ rules:copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, when you’re done tag up to ten ppl and also the person that tagged you.

a- age: 16


b- biggest fears: one day darkness will consume us all


c- current time: 1:23 am


d- drink you last had: tea with cocoa, ginger, black pepper, cinnamon, milk and vanilla


e- every day starts with a: sigh


f- favorite song: it’s hard to chose only one, maybe smells like teen spirit by Nirvana or ‘74, ‘75 by the connels


g- ghosts are real: don’t you say :000


h- hogwarts house: proud Ravenclaw


i- in love with: actors that are twice older than me


j- jealous of: i don’t know,  sometimes i’m jealous about someone’s grades in school


k- killed someone: only in my own mind


l- last time you cried: like an hour ago, I watched the return of doctor mysterio and the the last scene when they mentioned river song broughts tears to my eyes


m- middle name: I don’t have :C

n- number of siblings: two


o- one wish: find the sense of existence


p- person you last called/texted: my mom 


q- questions you are always asked: questions about psychology, DUDE I KNOW I’M WEARD AND SOMETIMES I SAY SOMETHING WISE AND QUOTE POETRY BUT HONESTLY I DON’T KNOW WHY CAN’T YOU SLEEP OR WHAT YOUR DREAMS MEAN please


r- reason to smile: small turtles trying to eat

s- song last sung: Eric Clapton- Layla

t- time you woke up: 12:48 am i know i can be proud of myself

u- underwear colour: black. always black.


v- vacation destination: Woodstock Festival in Poland and maybe trip to London 

w- worst habit: scratching and biting skin on my fingers


x- xrays you had: head :)


y- your favorite food: tea. teateatea. TEA. TEA IS THE LOVE OF GOD. and maybe tea


z- zodiac sign: Pisces uh- hu

Ι tag @pastelvanilly, @aroniasty @a-den-of-fandoms @chiefofunicorndivision @cumberfoil @isshi69nikkei @crazy-cats-mum @lack-of-surprise @theakinimod @seasonsofjohnlock

and whoever else wants to tag themselves! I’m sure I’m forgetting other tumblr buddies or blogs I like so don’t be offended 😚😊😜

[declassroomedteach-blog]

Jailhouse Salvation 101

Jailhouse Salvation 101

(word count approx 1570)

By Gina Fournier

 The Merchant-Ivory movie adaptation of E. M. Forster’s A Room with a View features a poignant scene following a street fight that ends in murder.  Lucy (Helen Bonham Carter) comments that you witness something memorable and think you’ll never be the same, but then you forget and return to your old self.  I hope to do a better job holding onto my jailhouse conversion, from skeptical to convinced about the existence of God.  

 Disclaimer: My conviction has wavered intensely even before I finished editing this essay.

Thanks to my former employer and its bad actors, an institution I’ll call Land of Motown Community College, where I served as an English teacher, I’ve seen the best and the worst of pure Michigan humanity.  If God created humans, God sure must have a sense of humor.

Even a smattering of details from my story sound like a rollercoaster Lifetime movie no one wants to watch.  Since 2012, I’ve been sexist witch-hunted through an ongoing living nightmare that has included hack shrinks, illegal and involuntary lock up in a Catholic mental health ward and now incarceration for thirty-four days in a mid-Michigan county jail for a crime I did not commit. College administrators, union teachers, dirty cops, dirty doctors, dirty nuns and dirty priests, plus the state’s top most government officials, have participated in the protection of white collar criminals and encouraged my simultaneous downfall.   All this for me, so one man can prove his power over unions near union ground zero.

The U.S. Constitution’s first amendment makes clear that government is not to establish any official religion, not protect any particular religion from existing laws. Perhaps the founding fathers could foresee the distant future.  Nearly two hundred fifty years later, a female citizen has found cause to invert the phrase “God bless you” with blasphemy, attempting to redress grievances.  

I’ve never met the emergency room doctor who signed me into a Catholic looney bin for a week.  To my horror, I was held in a Catholic Siberia, it turns out, on campus with my all girl Catholic high school.  I was raised and violated by the same church, which now pretends it’s never met me.  Thirty five years ago, for Halloween, classmates mimicked the Robert Redford movie Brubaker to stage a failed, backboneless prison break.  These classmates, who have also turned away from my plight, dressed not in hospital gowns or orange as the new black, but plaid skirts and knee socks adorned temporarily with stripes. (Good girls, we stopped mock rioting when the nuns glared.)

Unfortunately, there is no law or principle governing the intersection of religion and families.   In my time of need, even my immediate and extended family has turned away, exponentially multiplying my distress.  My extended Catholic family has not advocated for me, though it would cost nothing except some skin.  The anger caused by this and so many betrayals envelops like nuclear explosion.

However, I realized something on day thirty-three of my lock up in the big house.  Because the ties between families and religion tend to act like strangleholds, my estranged Catholic mother is incapable of doing the one thing I want and need her most to do: to demand that Livonia Catholics honestly investigate me claims.  Because of my new found belief, I forgive my aging mother.  She’s only human and doing the best she can.  (Unfortunately, the damage done feels irreparable.  Forgiveness does not mean I can tolerate her presence.)

Through five solid years of loss, I have been cornered mentally and financially into a nearly impossible position.  But the kindest of strangers have helped me to survive.  Downstate, nice generous neighbors responded to my cries for help by giving. Up north, the same.   People have given money, food, house wares, helpful supplies such as wood, shoes, warm clothes, plus their time and honest well wishes.  I wish I would have kept better track of the names and faces of the many regular people who have been so kind, forming a lifeline, keeping me alive.

My fighting spirit has kept better track of my transgressors, including Fox News Detroit, which ran a sexist hack piece in 2015 cutting together footage I asked them not to shoot in order to make me look looser than loopy.  In search of more positive and helpful press, my creative and liberal mind encouraged me to tag my own, downstate old-ring suburban home with a metaphoric phrase that offended and confused.  “A religious figure criminally violated me!” Only my version was Twitter-short.  Basic sentence: subject, verb, object.  

Passersby assumed I was nutz.  I’m not. Unfortunately, the human resources’ labor attorney and architect of my nightmare is smart enough to know that once a crone-aged female is labeled crazy dangerous, most people won’t bother to parse the facts.  Just ask Hillary.  Voters elected a man without ethics, unwilling to practice stability, a sexual harasser, eager to “lock her up!”

I recreated my civil rights protest up north at a lake named after the largest city in New Brunswick. Maybe I watched too many episodes of Little House on the Prairie, after numerous rereadings of the Laura Ingalls Wilder books.  In middle age, without an income, I’ve been forced to gather wood and water for two years, for two winters, with a third approaching, in order to survive in my dead husband’s summer cabin, which is facing tax forfeiture, and soon.  In both iterations, I repainted my eye-catching sacrilegious phrase with “Act Peace.”  I’m not a bad person, or dangerous, or interested in spreading evil. But Fox News Detroit has been not interested in my actual story.  

While I was incarcerated, nasty locals ran down my mailbox to which my sign “Act Peace” was nailed, and then took the sign.  Two paintings espousing the Statue of Liberty have been stolen.  My sign about the connection between the dirty cop who put me in jail and Land of Motown Community College was stolen, I’d guess by the dirty cop.  My cries for “help!” with needed justice have been ignored.  Instead, community officials at this private lake community have bent the law with the help of dirty local county officials, who may try to re-arrest me over the care of my feces.  Yes, you read correctly.  My troubles continue.  Danger surrounds. This is not a pretty story.

(FYI. Please believe me. I’m still be getting my proverbial shit together, but I’ve always I properly and responsibly discarded my poop.)

Something wicked this way came, and stayed, but I pray to harness goodness and finally slay the beast on my back. I’ve been falsely accused of being suicidal and a danger to society within a country that has grown accustomed to men mass murdering and sexual harassing.  I know the pain of mental illness in the form of mental torture, so I feel very sympathetic to those, especially military veterans, who suffer from PTSD.  Mental pain is real.  And can be excruciating.  I realize no matter my idiosyncratic tendencies, finally winning a measure of justice will require the help of other people, and, well, by any name, I guess God.  I know that God may not intercede with my legal and financial problems but belief in a higher power does help with gratefulness and tranquility.

In jail, every day is a good day to die.  However, the smallest graces save a tattered soul and help a person carry on to the next long minute.   I want to thank the two women who ran Bible study every Tuesday.  Yes, you read correctly.  Unbeknownst to them, they gave me gold for a writer without means: a composition notebook, on my 54th birthday, which was an otherwise desolate milestone.  Moreover, these women of God showed me a respectable and inspirational version of Christianity.

On cable tv, my cellmates preferred back-to-back episodes of Cops, shows about zombies, the shallow high jinks of Jerry Springer, endless sci-fi.  (I prefer comedy and drama.)  The day I was eventually sprung from the slammer, my legal troubles abated but not erased, Unsolved Mysteries ran a segment on St. Pio, an Italian priest who was said to develop stigmata and miraculously heal.  Angered, under stress, I admit I acted out loudly like an ass (even by jail standards): “I hope they roast his nuts!”  

Many jail birds claim to accept Jesus as their savior, though none gave up their bottom bunk for the pregnant woman in our ranks.  Critically, I recognized around me the kind of souls who would have rejected Mary and Joseph. But I was forced to realize this was not a television segment that was going to uncover more Catholic dirt.  Although St. Pio may have self-inflicted his wounds, trapped in a county cell block, I dropped my bad attitude and truly felt in my body an undeniable wave of love.      

No surprise, in the short time since my release on PR bond, my nascent jailhouse conversion has been tested and wavered, fallen apart, and needing rebuilding.  Im not a saint.  My days are terrifying and unresolved.  But.  If I breathe calmly and deeply, and repeat my affirmations, what some call prayers, I recognize a connection between hope and light.    

House of Hope in Hersey, Michigan, offered me a composition notebook.  Any additional help readers may offer with legal defense, plumbing, back taxes, transportation, work or grace are appreciated. Thank you.  

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S I R JUAN MANUEL SANTOS CALDERON

LIDERAZGO  DE  LO  P U B L I C O

                         S    I    R

J U A N   M A N U E L  S A N T O S  CALDERON

        Ceremonia de honor con el Duque de Edimburgo

            en el campo de desfiles Horse Guards Parade

   En el Palacio de Buckingham,con su Señora esposa Clemen-

   cia Rodriguez de Santos,recibidos por el Duque Felipe de

                  Edimburgo  y la Reina Isabel

Por : Evaristo Leopoldo Camargo-Rodas

Periodista Cultural y Critico de Arte

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La visita,primera oficial en calidad de jefe de estado,del presidente

Juan Manuel Santos Calderon, en  respuesta a la grata invitacion

en ese status de la Reina lsabel,en compañia de su esposa Clemen-

cia Rodriguez de Santos,y de una comitiva especialmente escogida

para adelantar y desarrollar una activa e intensa agenda de topi-

cos de interes comun a ambas naciones,se presento en un tiempo

y circunstancias excepcionales y relevantes.La escogencia precisa

de ese momento en particular señala palmariamente lo cuidadoso,estudiado,ponderado,analizado y preparado que fue

y ello nos muestra categoricamente que lo buscado,pretendido,

los objetivos prospectados,previstos y proyectados eran de gran

impacto,significado,alcance al cubrir una gama de aspectos en

lo economico,social,empresarial,cultural,educativo...,sobre todo

para Colombia que gracias al presidente ha reiniciado el trayec-

to correcto que lo ha vuelto a situar en el concierto de naciones

merecedoras de destino,llegada y arribo de inversiones,de capi-

tales por el clima de apertura a la estabilidad,seguridad juridica,

marco tributario justo y demas que hacen decidir a los empresarios

a  fijarse y establecer sus negocios.Ese momento peculiar tan esme

radamente selecto fue justamente ulterior a la distincion al señor

presidente como Premio Nobel de la Paz y anterior a la ceremonia

en 0slo para recibirlo.Justo en la mitad de esos eventos tan excep-

cionales se da la visita a lnglaterra.

La categorizacion como jefe de estado de la invitacion nos orienta

hacia la consideracion de diversos factores presentes en la personalidad,formacion,convicciones,ideales,estructura politica,

filosofica y horizontes para la nacion colombiana que han estado

presentes y guiado la praxis publica del señor presidente.

Con el Principe de Wales

Es que son lideres de naciones como Juan Manuel Santos los que

con su estilo señal de profundas convicciones claramente definidas

en su ideario los que ademas de fijar elocuentemente su gobernabi-

lidad crean tan amplio panorama en los diferentes ordenes y campos a los que insuflan poderosos derroteros cuyos frutos han

de palparse estrategicamente en lo mediato,pero sobre todo en el

largo plazo para sus pueblos...,los que con ese talante propio y

personal de ellos llegan hasta la cumbre de significar como en

efecto significan novedosos aportes,dan otros relieves a concep-

tos como el de estadista llevandolos mas alla de lo aceptado y

establecido hasta ese momento.Si ,Juan Manuel Santos Calderon

ha revestido de otros significados,con su admirable liderazgo

como guia de la nacion,al concepto de estadista imprimiendole

su propio sello personal.

Su devenir existencial es contundente en este sentido.Todo cuanto

el ha logrado en todo cuanto se ha propuesto señala inequivocamente que su destino personal era precisamente cumplir,

realizar,desarrollar,alcanzar las diversas,ambiciosas,de largo alien

to,metas e ideales entrañablemente unidas a esperanzas y horizon-

tes relacionados con lo mejor para su pais,su pueblo y para la hu-

manidad.Estadista,si ese es Juan Manuel Santos.Lo ha vuelto a

colocar en la palestra publica en primer plano.El mundo,ante

tanta mediocridad en la cosa publica habia archivado el concep-

to de estadista porque los actores merecedores de tal atributo

han estado ausentes por estos lares y tiempos,

Con el Dean del Palacio Buckingham

Parte fundamental del valioso acervo intelectual,espiritual,de pen-

samiento y actuar en lo publico y privado se nutrio y enriquecio

tempranamente,desde los 24 años-creo-,gracias al contacto directo

con la cultura britanica tanto como discipulo de una de sus institu-

ciones universitarias de prestigio mundial y como representante del

pais en el frente del cafe que en ese momento era la principal fuen-

te de divisas,ante la 0rganizacion Mundial del Cafe con sede en la capital britanica.Durante esos largos y fructuosos años el joven

Santos Calderon aquilato y atesoro un invaluable e inmenso caudal

en su personalidad que le indicaron y señalaron desde ese entonces

el tipo de elevados y superiores retos,norte,horizontes y perspecti-

vas para su vida y para el rol,el papel,la intervencion,participacion

en la conduccion de los destinos de la nacion colombiana.Londres,con su inconmensurable historia de logros

que han dejado y dejan su influencia e impacto en la marcha de la

humanidad fue el mejor el ideal escenario para fijar en el el bri-

llante y casi impecable caracter de estadista de alto y excepcional

nivel en la perspectiva que va desde Winston Churchill hasta Tony

Blair.Justamente la City ha merecido loas y reconocimientos de

todo orden como ,entre incontables,el del gran Caetano Veloso...

La Duquesa de Cornwell-el Principe de Wales,el señor

Presidente Dr Juan Manuel Santos y su Sra Esposa

        Clemencia Rodriguez de Santos

London  London  Caetano  Veloso

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kj01m1eZe94&t=335s

Discurso de la Reina lsabel en la Rehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_y3Xrlfsk4cepcion de Gala ofrecida al

señor Pressidente Doctor Juan Manuel Santos Calderon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kj01m1eZe94

  En la carroza real dirigiendose al Palacio Buckinghm

    "What's  your name?"  "My name is Santos,Juan Manuel

                                                      Santos "

   Con el Duke Felipe de Edimburgo

Ya que se ha tocado el tema cafetero es bueno recordar como esta

vinculacion estrecha y activa con esa industria data de cuando otro

Santos,el Doctor Eduardo Santos Montejo quien goberno entre 1.938 y1.942 consolido y dio impulso decisivo a la Federacion de

Cafeteros por conducto del Fondo Nacional del Cafe.

Arturo Gomez Jaramillo

Jorge Cardenas Gutierrez

lnsignes Presidentes de la Federacion Nacional de Cafeteros.

Es pertinente enfatizar en la afinidad conceptual de Eduardo Santos Montejo y Juan Manuel Santos si tenemos en cuenta los

hechos categoricos de que ambos como presidentes han hecho gala

de un tono,discurso y praxis en los que el consenso prevalece al

punto de que al primero se le conoce,etre otros atributos politicos

como "proveedor de convivencia",Y  al 2o-lo hemos vivido-el

genial artifice de la Paz.El Ministerio de Trabajo fue creado por

el 1o,y la historia le reconoce a Eduardo Santos Montejo el haber propiciado  una "revolucion educativa y cultural",y,con Juan Manuel Santos por 1a vez en la historia de la Republica el Presu-

puesto de la Nacion situa a la Educacion con fondos y aportes su-

periores,por encima del asignado a las Fuerzas Militares y esta

semana cuando recibe en 0slo,el Sabado 10 de Diciembre,el Pre-

mio Nobel de Paz,en las pruebas Pisa de la 0CDE el pais alcanzo

con los jovenes educandos significativos  avances y escalonamien-

tos en los diferentes items mensurados,ascendiendo varias posiciones como pais.

Eduardo Santos Montejo.Presiden-

te de la Republica 1.938-1.942

Podemos hacernos una idea del enorme alcance del esfuerzo finan-

ciero,logistico y de gestion en lo educativo si examinamos lo inver-

tido en una sola provincia,pequeña como lo es el Atlantico y en su

capital Barranquilla donde fijo en en mas de 1.000 millones de

dolares,325.000 millones de pesos colombianos,la inversion para

infraestructura educativa que comprende 57 nuevos grandes

proyectos para 1.000 aulas escolares debidamente dotadas.

Santos Montejo dio apertura y participacion a inteligencias inde-

pendientes de gran importancia como el ilustre coterraneo barranquillero del suscrito,el eminentisimo Luis Eduardo Nieto

Arteta cuya memoria es honrada y perpetuada por la Corporacion

Luis Eduardo Nieto Arte-Clena-

Luis Eduardo Nieto Arteta

Es de relievar como por primera vez en la historia un presidente,Ju

an Manuel Santos,nombra a un barranquillero y por consiguiente

costeño aunque a los barranquilleros nos separan y distancian años luz de los costeños,la ilustre coterranea Doctora Tatyana 0roz

co,una distinguida academica,estudiosa y brillante ejecutiva de al-

tisimo nivel gerencial,CEO que llaman,al frente del Departamento

Nacional de Planeacion organismo gubernamental determinante

en la toma de decisiones atinentes a las cifras,topes,estudios,anali-

sis que fijan los presupuestos asignables a las diferentes inversion-

nes estatales en las regiones y ciudades.En esa fundamental  instan

cia la Doctora Tatyana 0rozco,como es proverbial en ella,cumplio

a cabalidad y con lujo de competencia todos los objetivos plantea-

dos por su jefe el señor presidente quien de alli la traslado a la dire

ccion del Departamento de la Prosperidad donde tambien desarroll

a en excelencia las metas fijadas.

Esta predileccion presidencial-que como hemos visto data de los

tiempos de Eduardo Santos-ha servido para confirmar la malquer-

encia costeña con Barranquilla y los barranquilleros como se vio

en el plebiscito cuando en Valledupar se fueron con el No yendose

asi con la guerra.Esto no es de extrañar en lo llamados vallenatos

quienes abrazaron con alma,vida y corazon al paramilitarismo al

cual extendieron hasta Barranquilla ensañandose con alevosa se-

vicia contra los barranquilleros.Con ese No vallenato,siendo ellos

los unicos en la costa atlantica en ese sentido,estan mostrando

que todavia no se resignan a perder su querido paramilitarismo

añorando y clamando por su retorno.De ahi que al suscrito alar

me la presencia de apellidos vallenatos en la administracion dis

trital aunque desde luego se supone son ajenos a esa ominosa

tendencia.lncluso ahi veo a vallenato en la informacion,como

asi,desde cuando si en esa materia los barranquilleros les lleva-

mos años luz como se demuestra cuando la barranquillera Patri-

cia Cepeda fue elegida para traducir en vivo y directo,para el

mundo hispano,la posesion de Barack 0bama en su primera

presidencia,Esos vallenatos en la administracion distrital,a

quien representan,quien los avala,quien esta detras de ellos?

Con los Estados Unidos ha mantenido estrecha y amigable politica

de entendimiento y lazos cercanos asi como amistad con el gran

Barack 0bama;con Jimmy Carter lo mismo e incluso Juan Manuel

Santos reconoce y recuerda que con el Acuerdo de Paz lsraelo-Egi-

pcio "encendio una luz en mi"

Con el Presidente  mas consen-

sual en la historia moderna de los

Estados Unidos,elgran Barack

                         0bama.

En estos tiempos decembrinos en los que se conmemoran los 75

años del alevoso ataque a Pearl Harbor,la Colombia de Eduardo

Santos fue la 1a en el hemisferio en romper  relaciones con Japon

en repudio a ese  oscuro y lamentable  episodio y en solidaridad

con la gran nacion  americana.

Barranquilla,mi ciudad natal,al igual que con Juan Manuel Santos

alcanzo con Eduardo Santos un enorme progreso urbanistico y arquitectonico destacandose la construccion en 1.941 del Edificio

Carrera' , primer rascacielos de Colombia y joya  artistica de diseño y construccion declarado patrimonio obra del genio arqui-

tecto cubano Manuel Carrera' ,pletorico de armonia,espacios concebidos con exquisita elegancia.

El celebre Edificio Garcia,mas conocido como Edificio Carrera

Ambos,periodistas,,humanistas,

estadistas,diplomaticos,mecenas,admirados y criticados.

De las diversas caracteristicas presentes y que revelan la condicion

de estadista encontramos la de desplegar la accion de gobierno por encima de las facciones partidistas y aun  de las de su propio

grupo;sostener y procurar en todo momento el delicado equilibrio

entre el necesario consenso nacional y de ser posible la unidad de

la nacion al tiempo que se es jefe de un sector(en Colombia ser pre

sidente lo convierte ipso facto en jefe de su partido);enseñar con su ejemplo  los valores politicos de que estan investidos;concebir,idear,imaginar un gobierno con proyecciones

de gran envergadura y,sobre todo,ser capaz de llevar a la practica,

hacer tangible esas  ambiciosas metas;en ningun periodo debe caer

en la pasividad,inoperancia,en el dia a dia o "pusilanimidad" como

la llamaba 0rtega y Gasset y este lucido pensador ahonda ma al precisar que el estadista-como ser humanos-esta ssujeto a equivo-

cos en el proceso de  lograr sus ambiciosas metas lo que demuestra

que su campo de accion es real y no ideal.0tro aserto orteguiano

quizas desfasado sostiene la incompatibilidad entre lo intelectual

y lo politico pues segun 'el lo politico es hacer y lo intelectual es

elaborar definiciones,empero,en estos tiempos, hemos sido testigos

de gobernantes que ostentan ambas cualidades verbigracia Tony

Blair,Barack 0bama;ademas,siguiendo a 0rtega y aqui si es contun

fentemente actual al estadista le toca manejar impopularidad,inco

mprension,resistencia,contradicciones y adversidades debido a

que su gobierno se orienta y dirije a cuestiones estrategicas,del

largo plazo en tanto el  simple politico  atiende es el dia a dia,lo

coyuntural,lo episodico.el estadista  o demuestra siendo capaz

de acercar y unir intereses contrarios y sostener la perspectiva

de una gran politica central y hacer del estado un instrumento

al servicio de la nacion.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kj01m1eZe94&t=925s

Recepcion al Presidente Juan Manuel Santos por la Reina lsabel

Como hemos visto todas estas condiciones se han dado,se cumplen

en la praxis de gobierno  de Juan Manuel Santos al punto tal que

examinar cada una es como si 'el las inspirara.

Pensando y actuando con miras de largo alcance y aliento conce-

de y comparte con Winston Churchill de quien ha dicho se ha lei-

do incontables libros siempre inspirandose en 'el como el genial

estadista cuyo influjo todavia es tangible,como tambien Benjamin

Disraeli,la concepcion que diferencia al estadista del politico en el

que el 1o da prevalencia,prioridad y privilegia a las futuras genera

ciones en tanto al 2o solo le interesa  el siguiente evento electoral.

Por todo cuanto cuanto ha de influenciar,impactar,fructificar a

futuro para la nacion colombiana en su progreso,desarrollo,creci-

miento economico,social,cultural...,el siglo 21 ha de ser  conocido

en Colombia y el universo como El Siglo de Santos(Juan Manuel)

tal como los atenienses llamaros el siglo de Pericles a la centuria

de ese insigne estadista.De tal dimension historica es la gesta de

de nuestro presidente.

 Benjamin Disraeli Premier britanico

Con Tony Blair-Premier Britanico-con quien guarda entraña-

  ble amistad y profunda afinidad conceptual e intelectual

En el confluyo' todo un conjunto de circunstancias personales

que en los distintos periodos de su existencia lo fueron formando

y preparando para llegar a ser lo que ha sido y es...,uno de los

protagonistas estelares,sin parangon historico-solo Alberto Lle-

ras Camargo y Carlos Lleras Restrepo-,teniendo a lnglaterra y Londres como fuentes  de influencia cardinal.El ha dicho que ln-

glaterra es como su 2a patria.

Su paso por la capital britanica dejo' una fructifera huella en su

talante,en su personalidad que  'el ha sabido aplicar genialmente

en los asuntos estatales.

House of Parlamento Britanico

La riquisima y enaltecedora heredad  londinense dejaron honda huella  en 'el .Todo cuanto 'el busco,quiso,anhelo',para fortalecerse como lider,como estadista,Londres se lo brindo' y 'el supo  asimi-

larlo y aprovecharlo.

Como se sabe lnglaterra ha dejado inmensa huella en todos los campos para provecho de la humanidad toda como para solo

mencionar una emblematica la Revolucion lndustrial.Cuando

la inauguracion d los juegos olimpicos expresamente contemple'

cuidadosamente como habrian de sintetizar en un solo escenario

y espectaculo y en una hora larga tantos y tantisimos logros,con-

quistas,aportes y legados incomparables.A fe que lo lograron

haciendo una performance inolvidable

La musica toda no seria lo que es hoy sin el definitivo concurso

ingles desde Led Zeppelin-The Beatles-Rolling Stones-The Who-

Ten Year Afters(Alvin Lee) Elton John,el cine,el teatro como el

Globe donde actuo William Shakespeare y cuya construccion data

de 1599 y permanece incolume a un incendio en 1613 y a demolicion en 1644.El Covent Garden,al oriente de Westminster,el Criterio Theatre del siglo XVII

con una misma obra que se presenta

año tras año;el Young Vic (salones The Maria para 150 personas,

y The Clare con aforo de 70 y su bar The Cut;West End el "Broadway lngles"

               Covent Garden en su esplendor

La musica toda no seria lo que es hoy sin el definitivo concur

so ingles desde The Beatles,Rolling Stones,The Who,Ten Years

Afters(Alvin Lee y su apoteosica actuacion en Woodstock Fes-

tval) Elton John,Pink Floyd8 (The  Dark Side of the Moon)

The Police(Synchronicity) Cold Play(Vida la Vida)Queen(A

Nigth at the 0pera) The Cure(Wish) Kid A (Radiohead)

El cine,La Naranja Mecanica de Stanley Kubrick,Alfie de

Lewis Gilbert,Scrooge de Brian Desmond;Notting Hill de Roger

Mitchell;Diario de un Escandalo de Richard Eyre,1984 De Mi-

chael Radford; Un Pez llamado Wanda de  Charles Crichton;

Snatch de Guy Ritchie,V de Venganza de James McTeigue;Real-

mente Amor de Richard Curtis;28 Dias Despues de Danny Boyle

la saga de James Bond.La Danza,lsadora Duncan.La Literatura

William Shakespeare(1565-1616,Rpmeo y Julieta,McBeth,Hamlet

...)Jane Austen(1775-1817,0rgullo y Prejuicio,Sensatez y Sentimientos,Emma) Arthur Conan Doyle(Sherlock Holmes)

Lord Byron(Horas 0ciosas,La Profecia de Dante) Charles Dicke-

ns(1812-1970 0liver Twist,David Copperfield,un Cuento de Na-

vidad) P.I.Travers(Mary Poppins) Emily Bronte(1818-1848

Cumbres Borracosas) Lewis Carroll(1832-1898 Alicia en el

Pais de las Maravillas) Sir James Barrie(1860-1937 Peter Pan.

La ciencia,Sir lsaac Newton-Stephen Hawkins.Sus prestigiosas

y venerables universidades,monumentos perennes al conocimiento,

investigacion y saberes humanos.Me afligio´  el traslado del monu-

mento de un preterisimo ancestro Cecil Rhodes en 0xford Univers-

ity en una ejemplar decision,voto finish,democratica de sus estamentos que por supuesto se respeta,obedece, acata,comprende,

en resumen se encaja a lo ingles...,flematicamente

Su atmosfera de tolerancia que permitio el desarrollo de genios

como Stanley Kubrick,Jimmy Hendrix...,el deporte,Wimbledon,Wem

blay Stadium.La alta costura-Vivienne Westwood,Stella Mcartney,

Erin 0'connor.

El Arte,que en Londres es de excelencia.Aqui,en este campo he teni

do  el privilegio de ser inmensamente provisto por una de las mas

influyentes y poderosas firmas especializadas no solo de Londres

y de Europa sino del mundo como lo es la prestigiosa Cawdell

Douglas.Gracias a la amable gentileza de sus lideres,las distin-

guidas Ladies Katharine Douglas y Anna Heywood genuinas au-

toridad ,dominio,conocimiento,refinadas connoisseurs del arte

por cuyo esplendido conducto he accedido de primera mano a

las actividades de instituciones artisticas y culturales emblemati-

cas,de primer orden a saber:T he Fine Art Society PIL-que este

año celebro' su 140 aniversario !nada menos¡ Park Walk Gallery

-Jonathan Cooper;Whitford Fine Art,LONDON SW 1;La Feria

Art Cologne lnternationaler Kunstmarkt y muchas mas.

Como olvidar,BADA,British Art Dealer Associattion uno de cuyos

certamenes se cumplio en eu un recinto diseñado por la nieta de

Sir Winston Churchill y que incluyo un brekfast con los Dukes de York.

Su gastronomia,sus celebres Pub's...

Lo lngles nos sienta bien!!!

Sino  que lo diga el Señor Presidente,Doctor Juan Manuel Santos

                Sus Frases...Su  Pensamiento

"Lo lmposible...es posible"

"La guerra es una fabrica de victimas,y esa fabrica de victimas

  es la que queremos cerrar" Esta declaracion afortunada del

señor presidente la distingui en este mismo blog como la Frase

          del Año.

"Parte de los problemas que tiene esta respónsabilidad y que uno lee a traves de la historia,es que esta soledad aisla y uno se vuelve

dependiente del circulo palaciego que se encarga de aislarlo y so-

lo le dan la informacion que ellos quieren que uno oiga y si uno

cae en esa trampa,hasta ahi llego' "

"Mi antiguo jefe Arturo Gomez Jaramillo-gerente de la Federa-

cion de Cafeteros en 1958 y 1982 y veterano de varias bonanzas

cafeteras y creador de Juan Valdez-me marco' mucho la vida por su

forma de ser,su humildad y su cultura"

"Es un error creer que uno se las  sabe todas.Escucho muchisimo.

Pero ahi es donde esta la soledad del poder.Uno es el que toma

las decisiones

"En materia de corrupcion  hay que tener mucho cuidado con

generalizar.Siempre trato de señalar que la inmensa mayoria

de los funcionarios son honestos.No hay nada peor que la gente

crea que  la corrupcion es normal, porque no hay nada que co-

rroa mas la confianza en las instituciones que la corrupcion"

"El buen jugador calcula los riesgos y hay que tomar riesgos en

la vida para ser exitosos.Creo que es una cualidad que tengo.

Saber calcular los riesgos y tambien tener miedo..."

"Yo me crie en un mundo alrededor del poder y de la politica,

pero a mi la vida publica me comenzo' a gustar en Londres

cuando era muy jovencito.Pero al mismo tiempo yo tenia una

vida muy comoda  y sabia que esto era duro.Pero me tentaba

la politica y el riesgo.Esa tentacion iba y venia."

"El manejo de las expectativas es fundamental en el arte de gober-

nar.Uno no puede crear demasiadas expectativas,pero al mismo tiempo uno no puede defraudar a la gente en cuanto a lo que sien-

te y quiere.Hay que buscar un sano equilibrio entre lo uno y lo otro"

"El  optimismo es muy importante en la vida.Algo que yo trato

de hacer todos los dias es mantenerle el optimismo a la gente.

Una sociedad optimisma es una sociedad que mira al futuro

con ganas de entregar lo mejor "

Al suscrito cabe la satisfaccion de haber creido de estar convenci-

do de las extrardinarias ejecutorias de largo aliento,de horizonte

estrategico que se esperaban del señor Presidente,Doctor Juan

Manuel Santos,y-permitaseme una cualidad que identifica ine-

quivocamente al barranquillero raizal,que chevere-si la cheveridad

barranquillera,que chevere,reitero haber acertado rotundamente

cuando modestamente con muchos meses de anticipacion a este

inmenso privilegio brindado por su Majestad la Reina lsabel,y

el Premio Nobel de Paz...,declare la ya referida frase como la

del año,y el Personaje del Año...amen del arte-diseño Paz Colombia.Lo chevere es que todo ello redunda en provecho,beneficio,bienestar,alegria,convivencia y tolerancia,entendimiento,progreso para el pueblo colombiano

todo.

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