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The best mistake he never had [drake x Camille au] [part five]

‘Honestly, Camille, he's a total jerk,’ Maxwell sighed. ‘I shouldn't have gotten so mad but he boils my blood.’

Camille winced and settled down on her bed, tucking her long legs up underneath her. She was talking to Maxwell on the phone, hearing about his run in with Drake last night.

She appreciated how loyal Maxwell was but she sometimes wished he would just let her fight her own battles. He seemed to view her like a delicate flower, someone who could easily break, not someone who was strong and capable.

‘I appreciate you having my back,’ she said gently, ‘but you don't need to fight with him. Just let it go over your head. What's done is done.’

‘He doesn't understand how hurt you were-’

‘He does,’ Camille interrupted. ‘He just doesn't want reminding.’

The call finished soon after that. Camille let out a noise of frustration that sounded like ‘gnnnnngh fuck fuck gnnngh!’ and raked her hands through her hair.

She looked out the window and surveyed the street below. Aside from a few houses and some trees, it was bare and didn't have much to it. Her eyes followed the line of the street until she settled on Walker Ranch up the hill.

Her heart twinged.

In the distance, she saw Drake step outside the ranch. He stopped at his pick up truck.

He began to hose it down and wash it. Camille watched, her eyes focused on him. He looked small from this distance.

She wished she knew what he was thinking. Drake kept a wall around himself, one that she thought she had managed to climb years ago. Scale the wall and get to know the real Drake Walker.

Clearly, it hadn't worked.

**************************

‘Mommy, can I go ride my bike?’ Lily asked.

‘Depends..’ Camille mused. ‘Have you finished the first lesson sent from school?’

She looked over Lily's shoulder at the laptop screen. Thank god Lily's teacher had been understanding and allowed Camille to take Lily to Texas during school times. Lily was currently being emailed online learning and she was working through it, happy to learn something new.

Happy that Lily had completed her maths lesson, Camille allowed her to take a thirty minute break.

Lily trundled her bike outside and clipped her pink helmet onto her head. After Camille had shouted at her about talking to Drake, she had decided that she was only going to cycle today and NOT speak to anyone under ANY circumstances. Especially if they had a horse.

She hitched her leg over the seat and began to cycle along the road away from her grandmothers house.

Lily cycles up the hill, nearing the ranch. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Drake who was washing his truck.

Nooooo!! she wailed to herself.

Drake looked up and gave her a weak smile. Lily watched him, keeping her eyes narrowed. She was NOT going to smile back. No.

She cycled faster to get away from him. Blinded by sheer determination, she didn't see the small rock on the road. As the front tyre hit it, the bike jolted, giving Lily a fright.

In her shock, she couldn't correct herself in time and without warning, she went flying off the bike.

She let out a piercing scream as she hit the ground.

***********

‘Lily!’

Drake abandoned his truck and ran across the road to where Lily lay on her side, the bike tangled up amongst her legs.

He reached her and sank down to his knees, gently picking the bike off her.

Lily was whimpering with tears streaming down her cheeks.

‘Shh it's okay, honey..’ Drake murmured. ‘Where do you hurt?’

A weird feeling had flooded Drake. He hadn't meant to call her ‘honey’ for one thing.

‘M-my head..’

‘Okay, look at me. Lily, look at me, it's okay-’

‘No!’ Lily shouted. ‘I’m n-not allowed to talk to you!’

Drake closed his eyes and exhaled. ‘Lily, I can help you. Let me just check your head-’

‘Lily!’

Drake turned to see Camille running up the hill towards them.

Fuck.

‘Mommy..’ Lily croaked.

Camille reached the pair of them, her eyes casting along Drake before settling on her daughter. She kneeled down close to Lily and gently scooped her up. ‘Baby, where are you hurt?’

‘My head-’

Camille’s eyes darted to Drake in panic. ‘It’s okay, baby. We'll just have to get you to the hospital just in case -’

‘Am I going to die?’ Lily asked in a small voice.

‘No, baby,’ Camille said softly. ‘You’ve just hit your head and the doctor will need to take a look at it.’

Drake studied Camille, a picture of worry and anxiety, and then looked Lily. ‘You know, she might not need a hospital. It could be okay. Lily, how’s your vision?’

‘Uhhhh..’

‘Are there two of me?’ Drake asked, half joking. He needed to make this light. Make her not worry. Make Camille not worry.

‘Just you,’ Lily told him. She snuggled into Camille, her small fingers gripped on Camille's sweater.

‘Thank god there's only one of me, can you imagine a world with two of me? Awful!’ Drake joked.

Lily giggled. Camille smiled faintly.

‘Right, since you can see only one of me, and you aren't babbling nonsense,’ Drake said, taking control, ‘let’s just get you a cold compress and keep you rested, okay?’

Lily furrowed her eyebrows together, looking rather serious. ‘So, no hospital?’

Drake looked at Camille. ‘She seems fine,’ he said gently. ‘We could monitor her and if she needs medical attention, then hospital it is.’

Camille didn't look convinced. Drake cleared his throat. ‘But hey, you're the boss, Camille.’

He felt he had overstepped.

Camille bit her lip. ‘Okay, let's clean up that head wound,’ she decided, ‘and see how you're feeling in an hour. How's that sound Lily?’

Lily grinned, happy to escape going to hospital.

Camille picked her up carefully and looked up at Drake. He watched her warily, unsure if she was going to give him hell again.

‘Thank you for looking after her,’ Camille finally said.

Drake gave her a small smile. ‘No worries. I'm here if you need anything.’

It was the wrong and most inappropriate thing to say. Camille’s eyes narrowed and she stepped back with Lily in her arms.

‘Let’s get that cold compress, sweetie,’ she said in a clipped voice.

She turned to walk down the street towards Gisele's. Lily looked over Camille’s shoulder at Drake, who stood watching them.

Despite herself, Lily raised her hand and discreetly waved at him. He did help her after all.

Drake smiled weakly and waved back

*******

Camille cleaned Lily up, cleaning the head wound which had stopped bleeding, before gently cleaning her hands that were cut from stones.

‘There, all better now,’ Camille said, pressing a soft kiss on Lily's hand. She gave Lily a cold compress for her head with instructions to lie in bed and relax.

Disaster averted.

****************

‘M-mommy?’

Camille had been busy checking in on Gisele who was sleeping at the moment. She slept a lot lately. She was tiny and fragile, like a baby bird.

Camille looked up to see Lily looking pale and quite faint. Alarmed, she stood up and moved to crouch down so she was eye level with Lily.

‘Lily, are you okay?’

‘I feel woozy..’

‘Right, hospital,’ Camille decided. She quickly cast a look at Gisele who was snoring softly. She couldn't leave Gisele by herself - she needed help with moving and she hadn't had anything to eat yet.

But Lily needed medical attention.

Camille bit her lip. She thought of Drake. She really didn't want to ask him. But she couldn't let pride get in the way here. She had to think of Lily.

‘Okay, honey, stay here, I'll be right back. Go lie down beside grandma.’

Lily nodded obediently. Camille rushed downstairs and out the front door, running up to Walker Ranch.

She knocked on the door rapidly.

Drake opened it and his eyes widened. ‘Camille? Is Lily alright?’

‘No,’ Camille burst out. ‘She’s feeling woozy. I need to take her to the hospital but I can't leave grandma-’

‘I’ll take you to the hospital,’ Drake interrupted, ‘and my mom can look after Gisele.’

Camille blinked. ‘I can just take a cab-’

‘No.’

Drake hollered for Bianca who hurried to the door, her eyebrows knitted together with concern.

She insisted on looking after Gisele. Drake gave Camille a smile. ‘Come on, let's go.’

*******************

Camille sat in the back of the pick up trick with Lily nestled against her. Drake drove, trying his best not to keep looking in the rear view mirror.

Every time he did, his eyes would lock onto Camille's and his breath would catch.

Her eyes were gorgeous. Drake had always thought that. Almond shaped, deep brown like chocolate with golden flecks.

Those eyes were filled with anxiety now. Not for the first time, Drake wondered when Camille had become so tightly wound. She used to be so carefree. Now, she looked ready to pounce just in case the worst happened.

Or maybe she was just a mom who had responsibilities now and she wouldn't rest easy again.

Drake felt his stomach twist. It was his fault she was like this.

They reached the hospital. Camille carried Lily in her arms as they entered the foyer, practically racing to the reception desk.

‘My daughter fell off her bike and hit her head,’ she explained quickly, ‘and now she's feeling woozy.’

The receptionist told them to sit down and a doctor would be with them.

Lily looked around the waiting room apprehensively. She'd never been in a hospital before. The smell made her want to be sick and the worried look on her mother's face made her wish that she'd never ridden the bike in the first place.

She caught Drake’s eye. He gave her a reassuring smile. ‘It’ll be alright,’ he told her. ‘I promise.’

**************

Lily had to stay overnight so the doctors could monitor her, just in case.

‘But I don't want to be away from mommy!’ Lily wailed at the doctor, scrambling to get closer to Camille.

Camille took her in her arms and held her close. ‘Shh honey, it's okay -’

‘I don't want to be alone!’

The doctor smiled sympathetically. ‘You won't be alone,’ he said. ‘You’ll have a comfy bed in the kids ward. A few kids are already there, you might make friends.’

Lily shot a panicked look at Camille. She did NOT want to stay overnight.

‘It’s only for the night,’ Camille told her softly. ‘It’s to make sure you're safe. I promise, I'll be here first thing tomorrow morning to pick you up and we can get McDonalds. Would you like that?’

Lily clenched her fists in frustration. She didn't want to argue with Camille but she didn't want to stay here, in this weird smelling place, in a bed that wasn't hers.

But the doctor would make sure she was okay and that meant her mommy wouldn't worry and that was the important thing to remember.

She nodded mutely, accepting her fate.

The doctor smiled. ‘The kids ward is an animal theme!’ he said cheerfully. ‘Do you like animals?’

Lily smiled now. ‘I love animals,’ she said quietly.

Camille squeezed her hand. ‘There you go, baby.’

*************

After Lily was taken to the kids ward, Drake and Camille left the hospital.

Camille sat in the front passenger seat and looked out the window quietly, chewing anxiously on a fingernail.

‘She’s gonna be okay,’ Drake said, breaking the silence.

Camille looked down at her hands. ‘We’ve never spent a night apart before. It feels… like a part of me is missing. Something vital. Because she is.’

Her eyes filled with tears.

Drake bit his lip, unsure how to handle this. He wasn't good with crying women.

Come on. Say something to her. Help her feel better.

‘She’s a firecracker,’ Drake said. ‘She’s a strong girl, just like her mama. She's going to be fine and it'll be tomorrow before you know it.’

Camille let out a shaky breath and nodded. ‘I know,’ she croaked. ‘I just want her to be happy and safe and right now it feels like she isn't. What if it gets worse? What if she gets more woozy and gets sick? What if-’

‘Camille.’

Drake pulled the truck over and turned off the ignition. He turned to face her. Tears had started to fall down her cheeks.

He sighed. Slowly, he reached out and gently wiped her tears away. Camille stared at him with wide eyes, her lower lip trembling.

‘Nothing is going to happen to Lily,’ he said softly, enunciating every word. ‘She’s got doctors to monitor her and she'll be sleeping in an animal themed ward. She'll be comfortable and safe. Tomorrow morning, I will drive you to the hospital first thing to take her home. She's going to be fine.’

Their eyes bore into each others. Drake could feel himself getting lost in her golden flecks.

‘Drake…’ Camille murmured.

Drake swallowed. ‘Yeah?���

Camille’s eyes remained fixed on his. Drake couldn't breathe. He could feel his heart starting to hammer inside his chest.

‘Why did you make that decision five years ago?’ Camille finally asked, her voice thick with emotion.

Drake blinked. He hadn't been expecting her to ask him that question.

‘I.. Camille, I can't..’

Camille pulled back. In an instant, Drake could see her closing off to him. She rubbed her wet eyes harshly and cleared her throat.

‘Forget I even asked,’ she said, her voice remote. ‘Don’t know what I was expecting you to say. You didn't give answers then, you're not going to give answers now.’

She turned to look out of the window, her arms crossed.

Drake gripped the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. ‘Camille, I'm sorry -’

‘Just fucking drive.’

Drake exhaled and turned the key in the ignition. He stole a glance at Camille who continued to stare out the window. Her jaw was set.

Drake had done a good job building up his walls through the years.

Clearly, so had Camille.

***************

Drake pulled up outside Gisele's. They had driven in silence which had been excruciating.

Camille unclipped her seatbelt. ‘Thank you for taking us to the hospital,’ she said formally.

She sounded so far away.

Drake closed his eyes. He needed to do it. Now was the time. They were alone.

‘Camille, I wasn't cut out to be a dad,’ he finally said. ‘Can you imagine me as a dad?’

Camille kept her gaze fixed on the window. ‘You ARE a dad, Drake.’

‘You know what I mean.’

Camille shrugged. ‘You seemed pretty happy talking to Lily. Letting her groom Lone Star. Helping fix her up. Trying to help her feel better about the hospital.’

‘She was panicking, I had to say something to help her calm down -’

‘You didn't have to,’ Camille interrupted. Her voice was dangerously rising now.

‘You could have kept your distance. You could have let us just take a cab to the hospital. But you keep turning up and you're slowly getting to know her. And yet you don't want any part of her.’

Drake exhaled. ‘That’s not fair, Camille -’

Camille whipped around to face him, her eyes filled with fury. ‘No, Drake! What's unfair is you showing up all the time without warning! I'm trying to look after my grandma and make sure Lily is comfortable here and I keep looking over my shoulder wondering if you're suddenly going to be in the background. You can't reject me five years ago and never contact me again and then when I visit, you're here! THAT is not fair, Drake.’

Drake slammed his hands on the steering wheel. ‘She fell off her bike, what was I supposed to do-’

‘YOU DON'T DRIVE US TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL!’ Camille screamed. Drake jumped back in shock.

‘You don't act like a fucking father!’ she continued, her voice high and piercing, every word cutting into Drake like a knife.

‘You don't act all concerned and reassuring! You keep your fucking distance because if you didn't want to be a dad five years ago, you certainly don't want to be a dad now and I can't have Lily falling in love with you like I did -’

‘What?’

That last admission was all Drake picked up on.

Camille instantly went rigid. She turned away and brought her hands up to her face, covering her eyes.

‘Oh god..’ she muttered. ‘Oh god, oh god…’

‘You loved me?’ Drake asked.

Camille didn't answer. She was shaking.

‘Camille, answer me.’

Camille let out a shaky breath. She wound her hands together and not looking at him, she spoke.

‘I fell for you that night,’ she told him. ‘Sounds ridiculous. How can you fall in love with someone in one night? But I've known you for years and always liked you. Thought you were gorgeous in a rugged, disheveled way. But that night, getting to know you, talking till 3am about our secrets and dreams, being together… I fell over the edge. It makes no sense but I guess when you get that feeling, you can't deny it. You called it a drunken mistake but for me, it was a revelation.’

Drake stared at the steering wheel, processing her words. How could he tell her that everything he said to her, after finding out about the baby, was a lie?

It hadn't been a drunken mistake for him, not really. He had loved being with Camille that night. Everything had felt like it was supposed to. Like the universe had aligned.

‘But when I told you I was pregnant and you were so harsh… I realised I was stupid to have feelings for you,’ Camille explained. ‘I felt so rejected. Worthless. I couldn't hear staying in the same town as you, seeing you everyday and I didn't want my baby to grow up knowing you. If you could hurt me that badly, you could hurt her. And I still think that.’

A lump formed in Drake’s throat.

‘Then why did you ask me why I made that decision five years ago?’ he asked.

Camille kept her eyes away from him. ‘Closure.’

Without a word, she got out of the truck. She slammed the door. The sound jolted Drake. He watched her walk away and it felt like deja vu.

[yaoipaddlestar]

What do you think of the new champion roadmap?

Omg I have sorta mixed feelings!!

I'm kinda excited for Asol changes? But the fire breathing while flying things puts me off a bit I'm not going to lie. I wonder what the dps/mana ratio is going to be. And I wonder how they're gonna fit the fire breath in juxtaposition to his ultimate? I'm assuming that's changing too but I wonder into what. I hope they keep the star/supernova theme that his abilities have now bc I think it's a rly cool concept. Moreso than just... dragon breathe fire and fly. Tho tbf I'm not particularly engaged in the Asol changes bc I played him once ever and sucked so bad I've never tried again lol

I'm sooooo excited to see K'sante!! I don't play a lot of top lane bc im bad and I hate fighting top laners but I also love playing top laners (that's why I throw games with Camille supp /j) so I genuinely cannot wait to see him. The concept of his weapons sounds really cool and I wonder if his ultimate is going to be something that empowers his weapon for a short time (almost like jayce? But with a limited duration + longer CD). I loved the art they showed for Nazumah and I am so ready to learn more.

I'm honestly not looking particularly forward to the new darkin champ bc I cannot stand assassins (got my ass handed to me by a qiyana tonight 😭😭) but I also go bonkers for darkin lore so at least there's that 🥴 I hope this new one is a lady! I'd like to see another rly buff woman in this game but idk if they'd use that kind of frame for an assassin. One can dream

I'm cautious abt the other possible midscope changes bc the fella in the video (forgot his name) mentioned Neeko and I love neeko as she is rn but if they found a way to play further into her shape-shifting I think I'd be super into it. Also from one Rell player to another I wouldn't mind her getting a few tweaks. I love her kit but her MS and lack of solo-utility hurts as a chronic kill stealer. With champs like Leona and Naut I feel like they pose more of an individual threat to other laners but Rell is much, much more dependent on her ADC and I wish you could have more fun with how you build her (never tried it but id love to see rell with the kinds of builds you see on a tanky Morde or Gwen. Riftmaker + demonic embrace + thornmail + spirit vasage) but she just often feels too weak to entertain the idea. Maybe I should try it out before I knock on it tho. Or build her w/ sunfire instead of evenshroud

Excited to see the ixtal champ too! I don't have any particular feelings bc I don't play many enchanters and they revealed so little but as long as its not the sequel to Yuumi its cool.

I'm also super excited for the fright night skinline. The urgot and Renata skins 😌👌👌. Makes me think of nightmare before Christmas (probably as intended) and I just aaaah. The more I play the harder and harder it gets not to spend money. Holding out rp for that new Camille skin atm 😏

[sprawa-przybyszewskiej]

Generally speaking, there is no (good?) classic piece of literature, where one cannot spot, or at the very least attempt to prove that it is possible to spot, a biblical reference. And it is no different with Przybyszewska.

First of all, I want to underline that with her it is not a mere coincidence, but a very much conscious decision. She was not religious, but obviously grew up in a culture permeated with christianity, and for a period of time even lived through the help of Ministry of Religious Affairs and Public Education; it doesn't mean that she was chosen for her great impact on religious affairs, but that for the people of the Second Republic the knot between enlightment and religion was closely tied. And Przybyszewska, while a visionary in her own field, was very much a person of her times.

I also want to preface the post with saying I will be using the King James translation of the English Bible and Biblia Tysiąclecia of the Polish one when necessary. It is also in no way my intention to draw any religious conclusions or to dwelve in any way onto religion – which by the way I hold sacred, so please treat this with respect.

The most prominent – if not the only one fo – groups of biblical references in the two plays is having Robespierre depicted in such a way it is impossible not to think of a Christ immediately. His deification is something even more than a part of the text, it's Przybyszewska's innermost feelings and thoughts influencing her works in the most visible way. That's way there's so much of it, and why it's so consisntent.

First of all, there is the thing – discussed at length mostly in Thermidor - that Robespierre is percieved by everybody coming into contact with him to be omnipresent and omnipotent. He is not a mere human, but some timeless being, all-knowing and all-powerful. This is tackled on two fronts: positive and negative, positive being done mostly by Saint-Just, who has the unwavering faiht in Maxime, and whom Maxime even calls an Apostle on one occasion (that is: the forefront followerr); Camille dabbles in having "faith" in Robespierre as well, though I'd say this is mostly depicted in The Last Nights of Ventose(more about that later, because oh boy), while Eleonore, strangely, perceives him mostly through the humane lenses? His political opponents, on the other hand, jump of fright every time someone mentions his name, or even every time a door opens when they are conspiring against him, and what they think about him is equally interesting, for they all agree, more or less emphatically, that he truly is irroproachable. They perceive him in a way one would percieve a suparnatural creature. Vilate sums it up quite nicely, albeit his personal opinion was slightly augmented in comparison with the rest of his colleagues (because of his past as a priest, perhaps? He even says at one point that he deified Robespierre and prayed to him):

And the talk about him at the beggining of Thermidor is not deprived of some vocabulary, slipped here and there, that is connected directly with christian rituals: rising altars and comparing an altar to a throne. Billaud (who understands Robespierre far batter than any other character of the play, with an excpetion perhaps being made to Saint-Just) makes a curios analogy – he says that Robespierre is a creator, but a sterile one, whose creations lack life. While the trademark of God is that He breathed life into humans, thus gifting them with living and all its implications.

Robespierre is thus called a faulty God, something more than a human, but not quite God; and even as a seraph he is not without imperfections. The explanation as to why is that is twofold: either because he is too human (as Fouché tries to paint him out to be, talking excessively about his weak health, his supposed tuberculosis and prideful timidity) or because what he reigns over is not quite Heaven and Earth – but Hell (as Billaud puts it without beating around the bush).

There is also quite a more frank and obvious allusion to Robespierre's adoptive divinity. Billaud in his famous rant says that Robespierre has ventured into the land of self-deification, and that he considers himself to be a holy monstrance – for those of you not familiar, a monstrace is a richly decorated, usually gold liturgic vessel, used to exhibit the holy Host. There could be no clearer way of saying that Robespierre considers himself to be a God and is acting accordingly. That Saint-Just is in one breath called a "hot-headed youth", who desires to conquer the world for the one whom he loves (the Polish translation is in this regard so much more beautiful than the English one, which is quite frankly a lackluster) is just a further proof, as God's existence secured the existence of martyrs and saints, spiritually conquering the world for His love. Another thing is how Robespierre affects those around him, then, and here Billaud uses a great word in Polish, which English "thunderstruck" does no justice: Lecz jesteśmy porażeni. But we are paralyzed, only "paralyzed" expressed in a highly biblical language, a word which means something more spiritual in origina than mere physical paralysis. For example Jacob became "porażony" when he was struck by God, but I could find various other expamles as well.

In The Danton Case there is – obviously – fewer references like that, but Lucile makes one very good when she talks with Maxime face to face.

What she says I see as a clear refernece to Jesus Christ. Miraculously sent by God to help, has undergone a change which strips him of one part of his identity(the all-powerful Robespierre – Christ – has replaced humane Maximilien – Jesus), leaving only the second one, as a lot of people thinks that when Jesus resurrected, He came back only as a God, forgetting He came back as a man too; it's a common mistake – not to mention Robespierre corrects her, therefore: he did retain both his identities, though one seems to be overshadowed by the other. Why, oh why the French translation decided to go into an entirely different direction here? (We of course know why, to ground it further into historical reality, by making the readers aware of the fact that Robespierre was physically short; Roland Barthes would have something to say on the topic and maybe i will, too, one day.) It completely erases the religious connection she drew, in my opinion. It's still there, to an extent, thanks to the "God Himself must have sent you...", but this is just an everyday biblical reference, so to speak.

There are numerous, numerous things tying Robespierre to Jesus, one of which is his betrayal by friends. Have you noticed he never, never referes to his colleagues by anything more impersonal than "a collaegue"? And most of the time he calls them "friends", which holds a certain dose of affection even if it's used in a sarcastic way. He never calls them his enemies. So his "friends" betray him, much like Judas was one of Jesus's chosen few, someone from his close circle.

Another thing is perhaps more subtle on the textual level, but very telling in subtext. In his anti-capitalist rant in Thermidor, Robespierre slips in more or less visibly a ton of terms and references to the Bible, which the English transaltion ommitted (that is to say, translated in sucha way they lost their religious heritage): that capital is the new god, and the Republic is its Betlehem, and there will be people from all walks of life (shpeherds and kings) devouting their lives to it. That it's not simply a false god, "bożek", but a "bożyszcze" – a deity, but in a negative and artificial way. That it is a Moloch, a foreign deity mentioned in the Book of Leviticus, which was famously offered child sacrifices. And that it will have its own martyrs. The whole of his speech, too, has an apocalyptic ring to it, a calling for repentance of turning from the evil way they're standing on of sorts. Robespierre is a prophet, if he's not a god. (It is worth mentioning that in one of her prose works Przybyszewska's first person narrator straiht up calls Robespierre "the saint Paul of the Revolution" – a saint and a zealot who didn't experience Christ personally, but was not less devouted because of it).

Not everybody has read The Last Nights of Ventose, but there is a small scene in there, where Robespierre, trying to win Camille over, tells him he may kiss him, if he likes, if all that he needs to come over his senses is to kiss Maxime senseless, he may as well do it and be done with it.

(The sculpture is Corpus by Bernini.)

So I have the feeling I might be exaggerating this, but this one phrase always brought forth in my mind the Passion imagery, Christ on a Cross (or at the very, very least, it should remind us of the spiritual ecstasy imagery – look up The Ecstasy of Saint Therese by the same artist), and it's not only about the image, it's about the mentality behind it as well. Robespierre doesn't do it, because he is secretly in love with Camille or anything like it, he is firmly opposed to the concept of physical love – but he's fine with sacrificing his celibacy if that's what it takes to save Camille. For me it's a mirroring of the greatest sacrifice for humankind.

When he's not being deified, Robespierre is being fashioned into a martyr, and there are several clues for that. At the end of The Danton Case, for example, in Act IV, Scene 4 it is revealed he was abstaining from food and drink; albeit unconsciously, it nonetheless leaves a trace of a holy fast in the readers. He is going through his greatest trial, and his body prepares accordingly. What he tells Eleonore lets us know that he also feels responsible – for everything and everybody. That is more still than being a martyr conceals, for me that is in the territory of being a god. And I'd like to reach over to Wajda's Danton and use the imagery he used, in a similar moment, when Maxime is at his lowest. He is depicted as something even less than a dying man, but a corpse already, completely enshrouded – a corpse coming back to life once Saint-Just (the Archangel of Terror) brings him the good news about the trial and execution. And I don't have to remind you, Whose most famous trait is the resurrection.

The last thing I'd like to talk about is the scene I had already devouted a lot of thought in this post, namely the quasi-confrontation scene between Danton and Robespierre (but I have to prafec it by saying I, sadly, wasn't the one who first made the connection I am about to make, but Kazimiera Ingdahl beat me to it). If we establish that Robespierre is a stand-in for God in these plays, we also can safely assume that his negative double, Danton, is a stand-in for the opposite being: Satan. And there is an uncanny parallel between the scene in Act II, Scene 3 and the Gospel according to Matthew, Chapter 4, versets 1-11.

This cannot be a one-to-one analogy, for obvious reasons, but there is this similarity between offering an everything, which isn't yours, to a being infinitely higher than yourself, whom you both fear and perceive as someone to be adored. In tempting Robespierre, Danton also (altough probably without realisng it) tries to persuade him into giving up on life, because for Maxime to betray the Republic equals death. Please notice as well how Danton seems to honestly adress Robespierre here as someone who is not fully human: you have no human feelings, you don't even know what human feelings are (taht;s what he says in Polish; in French, for some unfathomable reason, Daniel Beauvois watered it down to "ignoring" the feelings, that is: having them, but paying them no attention, thus humanizing Robespierre even in Danton's eyes).

This now concludes my analysis. I feel sorry that it was more of an enumaration of references I spotted than a deep dive into them, but upon looking closer at them I came to a conclusion they are all focused on the one element: Robespierre's deification. There isn't that much to be said about it, then, the topic is easy (Przybyszewska accepts no contradictions to her feelings, she wants us all to see Robespierre through her admiration tinted glasses). But I hope it encourages everybody to look for references such as these in their own favourite texts. And, as always, I would just love to hear others' thoughts about it!

[insomniac-jay]

Young Heroes characters so far:

Filippa Hirano-Starr (Starlight Ranger x Zodwa Hirano)

Tomin Toshiba (Frostbite x Sleeper)

Hiko Hitsugaya (InkStain x Splendor)

Hiroko Hitsugaya (InkStain x Splendor)

Fuyuhito Hitsugaya (InkStain x Splendor)

Yukihana Yamaniwa (Jack Frost x Scarlet Sage)

Aobara Yamaniwa (Jack Frost x Scarlet Sage)

Kurohana Ankokugai (Hades x Persephone)

Reimi Ankokugai (Hades x Persephone)

Yumeko Osorege (Fright Night x Sweet Dream)

Yasuko Kurakimichi (Hypnos x Pasithea)

Yogan Kazan (Vulcan x Gumgum)

Delilah Alexander-Defoe (Queen Amazonia x Spectre)

Koshi Maikaru (Superstar x Sirenia x Valentina Reyes)

Hoshigi Sorano (Shadowstar x Cyberona)

Tsurugi Kinko (Titaniknight x Aegis)

Maverick Amarai (Fighter Force x Silver Wind)

Oriko Saikami (Kamigami x Inkspell)

Jason & Marjorie Shingenchi (Turbocharge x Powerplug)

Mariel Shingenchi (Hypercharge x Remoti)

Fuko Chosoku (BeatSonic x ShockRock)

Etienne Rourke Lebeau (Rolly Rockets x Dominique Camille Lebeau)

Tsuhito, Yoippari, & Nakidori Mochihara (Gozu x Moonlight Harmony)

Keishi Sorano (Starshine x Selen)

Taiyo Hiraenerugi (Power InOut x Helios)

Tenki Inoue (Chargeman x Stormchaser)

Senki, Akari, Keiko, and Hotaru Akirakami (Phoenix Knight x Karai)

Hanabachi Yamaniwa-Otomeno (Gardenia x Queen Bee)

Denfuku & Kamen Kakuchi (Electrostream x Miss Mystery)

@calciumcryptid @pizzolisnacks @peachyblkdemonslayer

[lovelystarlings]

Chapter Seven - Peeves The Poltergeist

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"You are not coming with us." Ron shouted, a look of horror on his face.

"D'you think I'm going to stand out here and wait for Filch to catch me? If he finds all four of us, I'll tell him the truth, that I was trying to stop you, and Camille will back me up." The French girl nodded at Hermione's convincing words; she would definitely rat the boys out in order not to get in trouble.

"Oh, the audacity-" Ron spat, face red with embarrassment.

"Shut it, both of you!" Harry whispered; his face wiped clean of all emotions but fear. "I can hear something."

"Hello?" Camille called out quietly, her voice echoing throughout the empty corridor.

A small sniffle sounded in reply, the group moving forward slowly to look further into the corridor. It was a boy, Neville. He was curled up in a ball on the floor, tears staining his cheeks. He seemed asleep, jumping awake when Camille gently tapped his shoulder.

"Camille! Thank goodness you've found me! I've been out here for hours waiting for someone to walk past me! I forgot the password to get back to bed and the portrait wouldn't let me in!" The boy rushed out, grabbing Harry's outstretched hand, and pulled himself up and onto his feet.

"Keep it down, Neville. The password's 'Pig Snout', you should probably write that down so you don't forget. Not that it will help you now, the Fat Lady's gone somewhere. We're all locked out."

"Hey, how's your arm?" Camille asked.

"Fine," said Neville, showing them. "Madam Pomfrey mended it in about a minute, it was quite clever actually."

"That's great Neville!" Camille spoke, her hands examining his arm, not that she didn't trust Madame Pomfrey, she was just intrigued.

"Look, we have stuff to do, so I'm afraid we're going to have to go-"

"Don't leave me!" Neville shouted, clinging onto Camille's sleeve like a child would its mother, "The Bloody Baron's already been round twice and I don't want to make it a third!"

Sighing, Ron looked from Neville to the watch he wore loosely on his wrist. Throwing a glare to Hermione and Camille, who was still holding onto Neville tightly, he sighed. 

“If either of you two get us caught I will personally feed you to the giant squid myself!” Neville grasped onto Camille tighter, and Hermione moved herself closer to the French girl who was looking at Ron with disappointment.

“Just be quiet,” she hissed, gesturing for Harry and Ron to carry on walking, letting go of Neville and grabbing Hermione’s hand, leaning into her slowly and whispering. 

“If you want to go just say and I’ll leave with you, I’m kinda tired anyways.” Hermione smiled softly, shaking her head. “No it’s fine, I’m the one who wanted to come anyways.” The girl spoke softly, looking forward at the boys ahead. “Now let's go, before they’re too far away.”

The five Gryffindor’s made their way along the corridors, moonlight shining through the windows as they looked around carefully, wary of Filch and his cat, Mrs Norris. The halls of Hogwarts were beautiful, alike the exterior of the school. Paintings of other famous witches and wizards coated the walls, each having their own conversation with the painting next to them. 

Speeding up the staircase to the third floor, Camille locked eyes with the trophy room that they had arranged to meet in, no Malfoy or Crabbe in sight. The five bustled into the room, each looking around in wonder at the crystal trophy cases that surrounded them.  

“He’s late,” Ron whispered. “Maybe he’s chickened out.”

A noise in the next room caught Camille’s attention, her hand immediately reaching out for Hermione’s and her arm wrapping tighter around Neville, who was once again shaking with fear. 

The voice of Filch, the caretaker, echoed through the room, “Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner.” Camille cringed completely at the man’s way of speaking to his cat. 

The five began to edge toward the door as Filch got closer to the trophy room, Camille whispering quietly to the others while gesturing towards a long line of suits of armor. She could still hear the heavy steps of Filch behind them, and the heavy meowing of his cat as they itched closer to the group of Gryffindors. 

Turning around to check that everyone was together, Camille caught sight of Ron’s loose thread on his dressing gown that was trailing on the floor dangerously close to the suits of armor. She edged towards the ginger boy, her eyes locked on that bloody loose threat that could ruin their escape. “Ron,” she whispered aggressively, Ron not hearing her as he continued to walk with Harry. “Ron your dressing gown!” She whispered louder, however it was too late. Neville, the nervous boy he was, had jumped out of fright and startled Ron, who continued to trip over the loose thread and fall into the nearest coat of armor, causing a clanging and crashing that could awake the whole castle.

“Run!” Harry yelled as the five began to sprint down the hallway, ignoring the caretaker chasing after them. They ran around the doorpost and sped down the next corridor, Camille holding her wand in her hand firmly, still unsure of what could be lurking the halls of Hogwarts. Harry ripped through a tapestry, the others following him, finding themselves in a hidden passage. Camille breathed shakily as she looked around the dark hall, shivering as she caught sight of the many spiderwebs that surrounded them. 

Continuing to run, Camille found herself near the Charms classroom they had been in just hours earlier, miles from the trophy room. Camille leaned against the wall, catching her breath as Harry next to her. “I think we lost him,” he panted looking at the girl, her mouth curling into a smile as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead. 

“You think?” She said, Harry beginning to smile along with her, neither seeing the jealous glance Hermione was giving them. 

“What did I say,” Hermione breathed, her hands clutching her chest as she bent over next to Neville and Ron, the latter whose face was redder than his hair. 

“We need to get back to the common room,” Rom spoke aloud, “Like right now, before Filch catches up and we all end up in detention.”

“Draco tricked you,” Camille spoke, not missing the weird look she got from the rest at calling him his first name. As a child, she had always been told that to address people your own age properly is to address them by their first name, not their middle nor their last. And despite the blonde boy having already insulted many of her peers, Camille was not one to be rude to those she did not truly know. “He must have never planned to meet you, and Filch already knew someone was in the trophy one, Draco must have tipped him off.”

Hermione nodded along with the girl, clearly having thought the same thing. 

“Let’s just go. ” The boy uttered softly.

A slight noise came from the door, a rattling, as if someone was attempting to enter. A white blur shot through the door and out of the classroom in front of them. 

Peeves, the poltergeist that had been terrorising other first years on their first day floated in front of them, cackling in delight at catching them in the act. 

“Ohh, ickle firsties out after curfew. Ickle firsties wandering around at night, aren’t you naughty? Tut tut tut, you’ll get caught.” The ghost chuckled, circling the five as they looked around, afraid Filch would appear at any time. 

“Leave us alone Filch, please.” Camille whispered pleadingly, her hands fiddling with the end of her robe, having tucked her wand back in her pocket a few minutes ago. 

“I really should tell Flich, you know?” The poltergeist spoke smugly. 

“Oh just go away,” Ron snapped, pushing past Peeves and continuing to walk. Camille sighed and brought her hand to her temple; she should’ve just stayed in bed. 

“Students out of bed!” The poltergeist yelled, his arms waving frantically. “Students out of bed and down the Charms corridor!” Camille and the others ducked under the ghost and ran into the nearest door; it was locked. 

“What are we meant to do now?” An exasperated Ron asked, his face-in Camille’s opinion-looking like he had eaten a sour lemon. “We’re done for! This is the end of our school lives as we know it!” 

Camille continued to pull at the door, her hands clamming up as they heard the footsteps of Filch edge closer. Hermione, seeing the girl’s panic, stepped in with her own wand raised. “Here,” she spoke gently, pulling the other girl away with her other hand. “Let me try.” Camille watched with wide eyes as her friend tapped the lock gently and whispered a quick unlocking spell.

The door unlocked and the Gryffindor’s bundled in the room, shut the door quickly and pressed up against it, attempting to listen through it. 

“Which way did they go, Peeves?” Camille could hear Filch ask through the door, her hand shaking as it grasped for someone else’s in search for comfort. 

“Manners don’t cost a thing my dear Filch.” The poltergeist chuckled. 

“Just tell me for Merlin's sake.” The caretaker shouted, his anger growing. 

“Say pleaseeeeee.” Camille felt a lump rise in her throat at the thought of peeves actually giving up where they were. She had never had a detention before, and did not want to get one in her first week at Hogwarts. She shivered as she felt someone breath heavily down her neck, distracting her from what was occurring outside the door. 

Turning around, she froze in her spot. She had sworn this was a classroom, it looked the exact same as the one she had been in earlier, except now she looked closer, she spotted something that had blended in the darkness. A giant three headed dog. She thought back to the lack of portraits she had seen as they ran into the classroom and realised they were on the third floor. The forbidden corridor of the third floor. 

“Harry,” she whispered sharply, tugging on his sleeve as the dog growled softly, its three heads looking at the five carefully, its mouth open as if it was as shocked as she was. 

Harry turned along with the girl, his eyes widening also as he stared at the humongous creature, debating running out to Filch rather than stay in that room. Reaching his hand out, the boy pushed the door open and ran, the others following suit; they too had noticed the dog. Eventually reaching the seventh floor, the five stopped in front of the Fat Lady painting, of which looked very disappointed in the group. 

“Where have you lot been? It’s almost midnight!” She spoke, shaking her head at the sweaty children. 

“Pig-snout,” Camille spoke quietly, just wanting to get into bed. “Pig-snout!”

The portrait swung open and the sweaty bunch piled in, Camille collapsing on the armchair next to Hermione who looked at her with a smile. “Well that was fun, wasn't it?”

“What do they think they’re doing?” Ron spoke from his place on the other sofa with Harry and Neville, “keeping an animal like that in the school? Safest school in Scotland my arse.”  

Hermione sighed at the three boys, “You really don’t use your eyes do you? No wonder you need glasses Harry. Didn't you see what it was standing on?” 

Camille rubbed her eyes and leaned her head onto Hermione’s shoulder.

“It was standing on a trapdoor,” the French girl spoke in a bored voice. “Now if we’re all done here, can I please go to bed.”

“Yes,” Hermione spoke, moving Camille’s head off of her shoulder and standing up. ““I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed — or worse, expelled. Now, if you don’t mind, we’re going to bed.” 

The girl stormed off, Camille following in suit with a tired wave to the boys. 

[mrsunderhill678]

Hehe, guess who wrote more shit? Well, it’s not shit, but uhhh... Yeet

“Hope for the future is just optimism based in dead realities.” - West Von Sparrow

“He's claimed me as a butcher would a carcass, he's bled me dry and left me ta hang on this hook. I have been flayed of my soul, of my flesh, of my fucking humanity, guess I should'a learned he who rolls against the house, never holds the damn die.” - West Von Sparrow

“You may be a monster, but I'm just a little less than human, and that's what makes me, dangerous." - West Von Sparrow

“It's the break of a new dawn, and though the dusk took my last sunrise, I ain't giving in, cause after all, the sun doesn't rise only once. So when the night comes, just remember, bravery gets you through the night, love gets you through the day.” - Delilah Coraline

“It's beautiful, isn't it? When you find someone to share your world with?” - Evangeline Frights

“Guess I'm an oaf that's seen some shit, but so long as I'm her oaf, I bet I'll be fine.” - Crane Hemmington

“I haven't been in the trenches, but blood spilled is a war in of itself, thing is, you become the enemy.” - Crane Hemmington

“Everything that is yours, can just as easily be mine, possession of self is all you have, and even that can be taken.” - Ballith Greedpaw

“Life is the most precious thing to steal, is it not? Not only do you steal a life, but the joy the memories of the poor bloke you slew held in those who loved him's mind.” - Ballith Greedpaw

“Greed is such a twisted thing, and I suppose that is why I am tangled.” - Ballith Greedpaw

“If you want to speak in the language of what haunts you the most, you'll find yourself speaking the tongue of your mind.” - Damon Watkinson

“I, can do whatever I want, cause in a game with no consequences, why would I choose to lose? You don't reach the end of the checkerboard without the words, "King me," rolling off your tongue. You don't trap the other player's King without saying "Checkmate," so why would I get this far just to say, "Sorry?" - Damon Watkinson

“I have seen the truth, and a thousand lies, and perhaps, I am nothing more than one of the thousand.” - Damon Watkinson

“Our love is magical in the sense that it is beautiful in all it's simplicity and complexity.” - Gracie Hangers

“Life's been a struggle, of black eyes and bloody knuckles, the betrayal of false love and hopes, but whenever my heart falters and threatens to stop, I look into the eyes of my children, and find a reason to fight.” - Camille Trueblood

“I thought I fell in love, when all I really did was tumble off the fucking cliffside. God, I dived into those waters so willingly, drowned for a man who doesn't God damn care. All he's ever been is a false promise, and I guess those hurt more than lies, don't they? Lies are so easy to catch, but a false promise of love is so seductive, especially for a girl with... Nothing. All I had was my heart, and I guess he took that too.” - Jenna Coleburg

“The sun always fades into the night, you're guaranteed to spend some of your days in darkness, but that ain't what matters. What matters, is that you fight through it, and come out God damn smiling. It's what I did, ain't the strongest man of all, the one that comes out of hell still smiling? Or perhaps, the one who walks into hell, smiling.” - Carter Gariah-Smith

“I was swung from the gallows for sumthin' I never would'a done.” - Carter Gariah-Smith

“Just because something is damaged, don't mean it can't deal some.” - Carter Gariah-Smith

“Funny, huh, how in these thirty odd years of mine, I knew her for three, and if you think about it, those were the only three years I lived.” - Avelice Bevelriks

“I lost everythin', really, Sandy, my darling wife, she was my rope, and I guess ever since she snapped I just been floatin. It's cold in these hands of mine, these memories of her. I'm tryin' so desperately ta hold onta em, but they're slippin, they are. Her smile, her laugh, it's all faded. Don't even remember the sound of her heart no more. Though... I can still see her, in my daughter. Her eyes, her laugh, hell, even her smile or the way she sits. Sometimes it's hard lookin' at my daughter, some days it's like I'm lookin' back at Sandy's ghost.” - Casimiro Boeheken

“I've seen the devil's dreams, where young men die by young men's hands, where boys turn ta men and mothers ta widows.” - Casimiro Boeheken

 “Got a noose round my neck, and the floorboards are creakin' underneath me. Either I can cut the rope, or let them floorboards give way, cause either way, I'm free.” - Casimiro Boeheken

“Everything we do has a song, a melody, a voice. And I can hear the song in his smile, harps and echoes of angels, but I can hear the tinge of pain that haunts him.” Marinda Weathers

“I live to love, I live to lift up those around me and tell them, "You're strong, you're brave, and God, are you beautiful, live life like a butterfly, flutter those wings and fly. Because life is short, and you, are loved." - Marinda Weathers

“Day in day out, I fight, I win, and I move on. That's life, these days. Days pass, but I don't.” - Garret Weathers

“Everyone loves the angel with broken wings, huh? Cause they fight the hardest to get their wings back, only to realize, they're the savior of nothing, and they're ripping their own damn wings.” - Garret Weathers

“We can fight the dark, punch it square in the jaw and tell it to back off, cause the dark's only got place in our life when it's lightin' up the stars, and we ain't here to stay in the shade.” - Bob Weathers

“He who won't accept all of ya, don't accept ya at all. The bravest thing you can ever do is be you in the face of the man who hates ya.” - Bob Weathers

“My lullaby sings of secrets I cannot possibly understand, and my heart plucks the chords of joys forgotten and tragedies resurfaced, such a melancholy tune, this melody of my scars.” - Beatrice

“It's like Amethyst and Wanda are my lighthouse, constantly guiding me home. Even if I'm drowning I can see their light from underneath the waves.” - Gracie Ace

“Perhaps I ain't got no stars leadin' the way, but I got my heart givin' me direction. Sure, it's scarred, and God is it battered, but it's flutterin' them wings with everythin' it's got, and me? I'm still pumpin', blood's still coursin' through my veins, so I'm alive, and by every God, I'm fuckin' kickin.” - Crystal Bones

“It's kill or be killed, and I guess we just ain't dyin.” - Alfred Godsel

“In the eyes of many, I'm a hero, but in my eyes, all I see is a man with a gun, who pulled a trigger, and ended a life, but still somehow managed to make the most egregious of sins look like a hero's doin. How the hell did we manage to make spillin' blood somethin' noble?” - Alfred Godsel

“I've lost a lot, but I'll save my grievin' for the livin', for those who've managed to die before they ever hit the dirt.” - Alfred Godsel

“They say dead men tell no tales, but when I come knocking, oh, you'll be wishing that was true, you can pray to every god you know, but that won't save you, no one can. Because he who you silenced, have ripped the stitches from their mouth and out tumbled your secrets, right into my ear.” - Celestia Cloven

“At first I thought it a curse, the whispers of the dead, but not anymore... Not anymore. They speak to me their secrets only so they may find rest, and so he who wrought him demise, may be brought what they deserve. And I, am what they deserve.” - Celestia Cloven

“Belief can be either beautiful, or oppressive, it's up to the morals of the man who believes to create the damn definition.” - Jakobi Warcoat

“Until the fires of this revolution swallow us whole we will shout, we will cry and weep, cause freedom ain't so quietly taken away.” - Jakobi Warcoat

“You wanna kill us, go ahead? Show us just exactly who, you, are. Cause we already know, all yer doin' by killin' us, is provin' us God damn right.” - Jakobi Warcoat

“I've been running all night, trying to find myself, but sometimes I feel... Lost. But maybe that's not a bad thing, you know? The lost boys found a purpose in Neverland, after all.” - Gayle Flint

“I've got scars, and God do they show, the markings of a lonely child lie on my wrist, and they hardly compare to the ones in my heart and my mind.” - Emma Flockheart

 “If a warrior isn't a woman who's been through hell but came out a better person, than I don't know what is.” - Emma Flockheart

“My father was the one who built the crumbling pillars of my heart anew, but now, without him, I'm crumbling, God, I'm crumbling.” - Juno

“Some days, I feel perfectly comfortable in my body, and other days it feels like a cage and I wish I could just scratch at my skin until I tore my way out.” - Juno

 “No matter where you run, or where you hide, your mind gives you up to your demons every fucking time.” - Juno

“You can't explain love, just feel it, and trust it.” - Lynsey Aldallen

“You have the strength of a thousand lions, you shed your mane, and traded it for the hunt, and as you were always meant to, you led the pride, with your claws and your strength, the remnants of your mane fluttering behind you. And that's beautiful, to be brave and vulnerable all at once.” - Lynsey Aldallen (For context, she’s talking about her sister, who’s trans)

“My mother rescued me, I rescued her, she's my hero, but sometimes, we have to fight for our heroes, because their strength falters. And when it does, it's up to us to save them.” - Lexie Rebhan

“I'm already swingin', I reckon, these gallows were made for selfish men like me, I imagine everyone'll cheer. All hail! All hail! The wicked man is dead, strung by his neck, payin' for his sins with the devil. It's damn well the fate a man like me deserves.” - Ron Jameson

“So oh gravedigger, vengeful angel of death, put me down as you would a wolf wearin' the single dead sheep's wool in the flock, watch me bleed. Cause that's what I did to you. I caused you're pain, I caused mine, just be lucky you don't have to live with me... Cause I do.” - Ron Jameson

 “I was born to be damned, as they say, they speak of me in such terrible ways, history is written by the victors, the patrons, the saints, never by she who made it.” - Selena Wolfmoon

“All who burned me at the stake only had to live with themselves, but I, I have to live with the actions of every single one of them, and, worst of all, I have to live with my death. The scalding of my flesh and the charring of my bones, the screams of my two daughters still haunt me. They way Eldridge begged and howled, or how Autumn cursed at those who damned her. And all I could do was howl in grief as we burned away, but I imagine we were lost, just as tears in the rain or stars upon the waking of the sun.” - Selena Wolfmoon

“I like to say I'm tough, but it ain't because 'a what I look like on the outside, but who I am on the inside. You could be strong as all shit and still be a weak man. All you ever gotta do ta be weak, is push another down, and all it takes ta be strong, is helpin' a man up.” - Elwood Sparrvitz

“I 'ave been made anew by the love I been showed and given, my heart no longer beats 'a regret and pain, but for my lovely wife and children. Cause if your heart don't beat for no one, what's life worth?” - Elwood Sparrvitz

“To be completely divine is as inhuman as it is to be entirely damned, entirely broken or whole, we are never one hundred percent, we are many pieces, smelling of ash and smoke, and the fire that created it.” - Diaze Calico

“Savagery suits her like a well tailored suit, or a ball gown on the most royal of queens. She is savagery, she wears blood like wine on her teeth, and your pain like the finest of shawls, and in the end, she shall wear that shawl of your scars and dance before you in it, she shall make a mockery of your death, for that's all you ever were.” - Diaze Calico

“You can believe that hell is not where you'll go, but that's the greatest lie the devil ever spun, that there was an option other than her, that there was a loving God watching us.” - Diaze Calico

“The wicked doth not sleep, they doth not live, only breathe this blood on their breath.” - Diaze Calico

“Out of all this pain I've been through, I've found that even if bullets had flown that day, and planes had been torn from the sky on burning wings, it was in my sleep, when my mind was at rest, that I felt the most bloody chaos.” - Duke Benson

“I should've died the day a bullet pierced me fucking skull, but all that's left is this scar on the Earth known as Duke bloody Benson.” - Duke Benson

“I'd ask for a prayer or an amen if I thought it'd saved our damned souls, but a single prayer won't save a man who's sinned.” - Duke Benson

“A prayer won't save a man who's lost his fucking faith.” - Duke Benson

“With a foe as cruel as myself, I was bound to bloody lose.” - Duke Benson

“Bury me six feet deep, mate, deeper if you can, because I am a soldier, a sinner, a beast, not a bloody man.” - Duke Benson

“Reckon me 'ands are as stained as the soil wifin' da trenches.” - Angel Benson

“Inside me is a boilin' angah, at da world, at dis pain, myself and anyone in point blank range. I imagine me angah's shot me point blank, left the man I was fokin' bleedin', dead from a single shot.” - Angel Benson

“I've always condemned what I can't fokin' understand. So if I fear meself, wot does that make me, aye?” - Angel Benson

“You know wot's fokin' funny? You don't 'ave ta fight in it, ta be bloody broken by it. You could be livin' untarnished boi it, next thing you know, a soldier's knockin' on your fokin' door. War breaks all. They who fight, and they who bloody don't.” - Angel Benson

“Raise a glass ta da sinner full 'a anger, raise a glass for the poor bastards and blokes war touched, cause all who 'ave known her embrace 'ave known pain no loving God could create. But never, mate, NEVER, raise a glass, to the bloody Bensons.” - Angel Benson

“When I'm finally in da dirt, where I belong, da world will keep spinnin', the sun will rise again, as it shall sink, and though it may rain, da world won't weep a single fuckin' tear, for da man known as Jerry Benson, cause mate, why should it?” - Jerry Benson

“Us soldiers, we're cheered for, celebrated, but dey care only for da actions, not for da man.” - Jerry Benson

“As I've learned, 'e who tastes death will find dat da aftertaste is an eternal stain on one's tongue. Da tang of iron and blood is all dey'll ever fuckin' know.” - Jerry Benson

“God created us to love 'im, and expected us ta be more selfless den he.” - Jerry Benson

“War don't change a man, no, it kills him, and replaces the soldier with itself.” - Mordakai Benson

“He who runs with the wolves is bound ta be ripped inta the moment he stops runnin', no wonder there's blood on my teeth.” - Mordakai Benson

“War don't give a damn who you are, what kinda pain you been through, it'll putcha through more while promisin' glory! That's the picture they paint. Soldiers woopin' for victory and glory for all who fight, but they always forget he who catches the fuckin' bullet.” - Mordakai Benson

“The only thing you and I got in common is that we were made by God, difference is, I was forgotten by him.” - Mordakai Benson

“Don't raise no glass for this soldier, don't pour no wine on my casket, cause I'm the lamb that strayed from the flock, only ta learn he always wore a wolf's fur.” - Mordakai Benson

“I’m one dead dream away from blasphemy.” - Calliger Cougar  

“They say life is short, Tommy, that it goes by in the blink of an eye, so why ain't we fucking dead yet? I blinked a hundred times, and I'll blink a hundred times more. Cause no matter what they say, it don't go by in the span of a blink, or like a bullet speedin' through the air. It's slow, and God damn miserable, this here ward is proof of that.” - Ben Stilts

[leroiloup]

► @camillethebrave​

                                 Heavy is the head . . .  /  What cruel fate !  /  Woe is me ! 

       Such cliché sentiments danced on Klaus’s tongue as he painted a large canvas in a frenzy. Night had descended upon the quarter and all was quiet. Too quiet. The halls should be filled with the cries of a baby, or of the soft singing of her mother. Hope, however, was gone. Strokes of red wound their way through a background of gray. Hayley was surely haunting the compound somewhere, looking like a shell of her former self - much like he did. Yellow splashed over one corner, dripping in a mess through the other colors. At least there was the peace in knowing that their princess was safe with Rebekah, but Klaus was sure from the moment he held his little girl in his arms that he’d never love anything with the fervor that he loved her. And her fate was to be taken away. Black peppered over the layers of paint already stuck to the canvas. Studying it a moment, the only thing the hybrid could conceive in his work was loneliness. He’d achieved everything he set out to gain, and yet his loss seemed almost greater.

In a fit of furor, Klaus threw the brush at the canvas. The tool snapped instantly on impact and poked a small hole through painting. Feeling far too much like a caged animal, the hybrid could feel the walls closing in on him. He had to get out ; had to be away from the compound and his strife. Without a word to anyone in the abattoir, Klaus fled to the night - no plan on where he was headed. It surprised him only a bit when he ended up in front of Camille’s home. Standing on her balcony, he was sure that he must look frightful with wild eyes, messy hair and bits of paint still on his fingers. Allowing himself a moment to take a calming breath, soothing away the red in his eyes, he stepped to the doorway and leaned in it, giving off the deceptive air of casual. The white curtain billowed out in front of him from the breeze as he spotted the blonde through the sheer fabric.  ❝ I suppose if a creature of the night is to have a  friend, it should be a bartender who’d still be up at this hour, ❞ he mused without greeting.

[visionmarred-archive]

sky for the character aesthetic? :]

thank you, Shan! 💜 going to tag @consulaaris, @sirotras​, and @lotrificationer​ here for asking as well - ty guys 💜

Skysargas “Sky” Starbrac

a short playlist for her

Brand New City - Mitski

Everybody’s Fool - Evanescence

The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic! at the Disco

Little Lover’s So Polite - Silversun Pickups

Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles

a picture aesthetic moodboard

a ‘steal her look’ outfit inspired by her

a small collection of quotes that fits her aesthetic

“There are certain kinds of deaths that one should not be expected to relive, certain kinds of connections so deep that when they are broken you feel the snap of the link inside you.” -Jeff VanderMeer

“Some days I want to spit me out, the whole mess of me, but mostly I am good and quiet.” -Camille Rankine

“I am so tired. I want to be held by everyone I have loved and told that it is all forgiven, all done, all made well.” -Catherynne M. Valente

“tried not to think about how maybe I’m just like the stars / burnt out for all I know” -Rebecca Kokitus

“…I have always tried to be like a closed door, so that no one would see and get to know my frightful inner life…. I have tried to be a human being, and at the same time be a living presence within myself…. We can trample a certain feeling underfoot, but we cannot deny having it at all.” -Forugh Farrokhzad

a list of things that are her aesthetic

polite smiles and laughter in conversation that seem sincere to all but those who know you best.

standing alone near ocean waves on the beach during a clear, star-filled night.

getting to work right away if you see somebody that needs help, because it’s the right thing to do, and because you hope it’ll help you sleep better at night.

keeping your problems to yourself even when your loved ones offer to help you, simply because you don’t want to burden them.

playing the piano again for the first time in years, and finding that while you’re out of practice, you still enjoy it.

[elejah-wonderland]

Love Hurts/1

Fanfiction

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Klaus Mikaelson x Caroline

Part 1

AU TVD/TO story

Premise:  One day Y/N receives a letter from a lawyer from New Orleans, which stated that she had inherited a part of a Plantation House and Estate there. She travels there to find out what it is about, and finds out that it is a place is also part owned by two brothers. Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson.

a/n: since sweet love is finishing - only one ch left. Here is something new. I hope you like it. Thanks for reading xoxo

tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @goddessofthunder112 @captainshurley

________

Mystic Falls

"Hey"- Y/N said to Bonnie as she sat down at the table in the Grill. 

"You are late. You've just missed Stefan. Where were you?"

"I was on the phone to a lawyer from New Orleans. Here look- I received this today."- Y/N now showed a letter to her friend.Bonnie read it and then looked at her friend wide-eyed-

"What is this? A Will and Last Testament  reading? In New Orleans? Dahlia Mikaelson? Did you know any Dahlia Mikaelson?"

"No. That is why I had to call the lawyer's firm."- Y/N said continuing-"and - it turns out Dahlia Mikaelson, whoever she is, left me part of a Plantation house and a town house in New Orleans. It's crazy, isn't it?"

"It's mad"- Bonnie said."Yeah, but it is all true. Apparently it all checks out."

"What did your mom and dad say?""I tried to call them, but they are now somewhere in Brasil, and they don't always have good reception."- Y/N replied.

"I guess you will go down to New Orleans?"- Bonnie asked.

"Yeah. Made already an appointment for Monday. Come with me?"

"I can't. I promised Damon I would help him get the Boarding House running again"

"Ah, you did?"- Y/N smiled a little-"so, the kiss was very convincing?!"

Bonnie sighed a little-" Huh, I don't know what to do with him?"

"I think that you should give it a try. I know that Damon is a mess, but lately, he is really trying to get his act together."- Y/N said.

"I don't know. I will see how it goes."- Bomnie said-"anyway, let's google Dahlia Mikaelson."

"Ok"- Y/N said and the women now typed the name in the search engine.

_____

New Orleans, that afternoon

"What do you mean, there is another person in the Will?"- Klaus looked at his brother Elijah gone out.

"Here. Read."- Elijah gave the letter to Klaus.

"Y/N-"- Klaus read out loud-"who the Hell is she?"4

"I don't know."- Elijah replied-"but we will soon find out. Camille said she is arriving on Monday."

"Aunt Dahlia was eccentric, but seriously, I never thought this much"'- Klaus said."We will buy her out"- Elijah said.

"Yeah, with what money?"- Klaus said-"did you forget that first the Hurricane and then the collapse of the banking system?"

"This house can be sold and she will get a good deal out of it."

"How about we contest the Will. Dahlia was not right in her mind for a long while, always going to that strange magic shop in Bourbon street."- Klaus said.

"That will bring more legal fees. It is cheaper to pay her out. Trust me. We also have to think of Hope. You will have enough money for her and her college one day."- Elijah said.

"You thought about everything?"- Klaus said."I always do."- Elijah said

.Elijah's phone went and he answered-"Hi Cami. Yes- ok. I will pick  you up at seven. Sure- it's fine. Yes. Ok. See you there. Love you-"

"Right. I will see you later. I have to go pick up Hope."- Klaus said.

 Elijah nodded a little and tossed his phone down on the desk. He rubbed his face with his hands feeling a slight headache come on. He looked at the photo of his mother and then at his aunt.   

They were two very passionate, extraordinary  women. And when Klaus said eccentric, he was not far off. But a lot of tragedy was behind the Mikaelson fame and fortune. He remembered his and his brother's happy childhood on the Plantation as well as the French Quarter, until the faithful moment of their mother's death. That frightful night, life changed in a lot of ways. His aunt had hard time accepting her sister's death, and suffered a small nervous breakdown. The two boys, who were age 9 and 7 were taken care for a while by the housekeeper Mary.

Mary now walked in with a tray of coffee and sandwiches.

 "You have not eaten anything today.- Mary said to both men .

 "I am going out with Camille. I will eat out."- Elijah said getting up.

"Everything will work itself out. It always has."- the housekeeper said.

Elijah gave the woman a little smile and said-"I really don't know. And you will be taken care of properly. I will make sure of that."

"My dearest boy, I really don't need much. Just make sure that you, your brother and your niece have a good new start."

"I never thought that we would have to say goodbye to this house."- Elijah said-"we had some great times here."

"Yes, we did."- Mary said-"I need to get back to the kitchen. I am making Hope's favourite tonight. She won the junior mathematics league."

"Omg. I completely forgot that this is today."- Elijah said-"Klaus should have reminded me"

"Unfortunately, he forgot himself. But she reminded him this morning. Now they were interrupted by a wiman that came in like a storm-"Hi - here you are. I got all different party things. I  spoke to Klaus and we have enough time to decorate the  lounge"- Genevieve said putting the bags on the sofa, taking out a few things, hanging a Congratulations hanger. 

Mary rolled her eyes a bit. Elijah nudged a bit with his head at Mary to let it be. He knew that Mary didn't like Genevieve's overbearing demeanor, but she was one of their childhood friends, and has always been there since Hope's mother, and Klaus' girlfriend Hayley died. Mary excused herself and went to the kitchen.

Elijah stayed on helping Genevieve with the decorations. Subsequently, he called Camille to join them, scrapping his night out with the lawyer.

_____

In Mystic Falls, Y/N tried again to get in touch with her parents, but there was no reply. She left them a message and went to book herself a plane ticket to New Orleans.

 A couple of days later, she found herself in one of the most magical cities in the world, and it felt like she was entering a story book as she walked the streets of the French Quarter, looking for the house she was to inherit.   

She felt the urge to ring and get in, but she stayed on the other side of the street, just looking at it. How and why was this woman giving her a part of this house, was a complete mystery. A few seconds later a man got out with a little girl, who seeing Y/N stare at the house now waved at her. 

Y/N waved back at the girl. Klaus looked now across the street himself at Y/N, who then put her hand down after a semi-wave. 

"Can I help you?"- Klaus asked. 

Y/N waved it off a little and then, as if something pushed her forward, she walked across the street to the man and the girl.

"Hi."- Y/N said. 

"Hi. I am Hope"- the girl said-"This is my dad Klaus"

"Hope? That's a nice name. I am Y/N."

Another man now got out of the house and walked to them.

 "Elijah, this is Y/N"- Klaus said now looking at his brother poignantly.

 "Y/N?"- Elijah said looking at her like hypnotized-"Y/N?"

Y/N nodded not leaving his stare. 

"Well, now that you are here, we can call Cami and get it done tonight."- Klaus said.

Elijah now snapped out of the stare and agreed, asking Y/N if she was fine with the change.

"Yes, it's fine with me."- Y/N agreed.

 Elijah excused himself and moved away a little to make a phone call.

"Cami- Camille O'Connor, the lawyer is also my brother's girlfriend, so- anyway, we are on our way to take Hope to h er friend's birthday party and get a drink. Want to join us?"- Klaus said.

"Oh, yeah. Ok."- Y/N said delightfully happy to accept the invitation.

Elijah now returned to them and said that Cami will come around the house later that night. And later that night, as the reading of the Will was over, Y/N walked out of the study into the back garden trying to grasp what she had just heard.

 She took her phone out and dialed her friend Bonnie's number.

"Hey you, how is it going down in NOLA?"- Bonnie asked- "Having a great time?"

"I've just - I was at the Will reading- I - don't believe it"

"What, Y/N?"- Bonnie said worried that something was very wrong.

"I - own- well, in equal share with Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson a town house and the Plantation. And there was a letter. I really don't get it. I still don't- "

"A letter? What letter? What is going on, Y/N?"- her friend wanted to know.

Inside the house, Elijah, Klaus and even Camille tried to understand what made Y/N so agitated after she read the letter addressed to her in privacy by the window, that made her run out like she was stung. 

They were also trying to get their heads around the fact that Dahlia had left Y/N the equal share of both properties not explaining her decision. Most interesting fact was that the Will was done 25 years ago.

"Go, talk to her"- Klaus then said to Elijah-"you're good at this kind of a thing.

"Elijah nodded a little and now went to the garden. There he found Y/N sitting on the bench staring at the letter, having finished her conversation with her friend.

"Ahm, are you all right-?" Elijah asked.

Y/N looked up at him, folding the letter up and shaking her head in negation, her eyes welling up with tears. Emotional as Y/N was she now saw a sweet comforting sparkle in the man's eyes and as he moved to put his hand on her arm, she went into a hug. 

Elijah startled at first stood taken in and then squeezed her a little saying-"Whatever it was in the letter, I am sure things can get sorted.

"Y/N now getting out of the momentary shock, realizing she was hugging a person  she barely knew, nodded a little apologizing for being so forward and mushy.

"I think we all need a drink. It's been quite an eventful evening"- Elijah suggested gesturing they go back in.

"Yeah"- Y/N slipped."

Aunt Dahlia left us a good old Bourbon, too."- he said, and they walked back to the house now.

****

In Mystic Falls, Bonnie was now thinking about the conversation she had just had  with Y/N and what she had shared with her earlier-"What do you mean your parents are not your parents?"

[mychslm]

Blast Balance Day

03292022 12:10 AM | Journal Entry #6

Hi! It’s been a while since I write here. I am sorry I am really busy these past few days. Busy but I am unlocking new skills to improve myself better.

Alright, so today was a blast! Today I will mark this day as my FIRST PRACTICE TEACHING. It is like a stepping stone to me to conquer my stage fright, to be excellent in the field I have chosen, and to gain experience on teaching. Actually, this is my On The Job Training as a future educator. I know these past few days I admit that it strikes my mind to give up on the profession I have chosen. But thanks to the guest speaker (Mr. Etcobanez) on our webinar yesterday, I became inspired how he teach on us and on his topic as well, the fire of teaching in my heart lit up. That is why today, I think my teaching to them was a blast. Also, Ms. Camille commends me so much that I am really really happy.

Today as well, my boyfriend and I had a dilemma on our computer monitor. Yesterday, while I was in the middle of the webinar session, the monitor freezed that we think it is overheated for we use the computer for the entire day. So now, I asked my friends if they can lend me a money and thankfully they helped me with this. Thank you, Lord for having a friends that is a one call away.

So my friend Arc visited me here and we had our month-end date. Also, after my practice teaching pala earlier, Isa called me and asked me if it is a success and if I did well. So we celebrated it through daldalan form hahaha to ease our stress.

BUT BUT BUT. Now, after my heart burst into happiness in the day, in the night, I am really sad. It is because I did not pass my prelim exam on the date given and our professor said that she will no longer acknowledge late passers. I am reallyt sad that I said to her I will do anything just give me a chance to make amends on the work I didn’t pass on time. Gosh. I hope and I pray my professor will considerate me. I didn’t blame the workloads she gave to me as a SETA President, I know I have fault as well but I admit have a chance to see our google classroom as I am busy preparing for webinar. Hays.

Still, all in all, Thank you, Lord God. For this day and for the experiences you are giving to me. I hope in the next days, I can do it. Guide me as I can’t do it without You.

Goodnight!

[squeeprojectsllc]

On participating in creator/fan relationships in real time: Joe Bob Briggs Last Drive-In Marathon.

Long time beloved late night genre movie host, Joe Bob Briggs returned to streaming TV via Shudder for the first time in 17 years.

 I’m an OG fan of his earlier shows Drive-In Theater and Monstervision as well as his books Joe Bob Goes to the Drive In and Joe Bob Goes Back to the Drive In and Profoundly Disturbing: Shocking Movies that Changed History  They are all wonderful but parts of Profoundly Disturbing stick with me to this day and whenever I stay at a hotel which is fairly regular with my comic con schedule, I change the Do Not Disturb signs with a sharpie as an homage to his work. 

When I heard the news that he’d return for a 24 hour+ one time streaming marathon screening of 13 horror films I went into full on #FangirlFlail mode. I could see on twitter other fans were beyond excited, too.

There were awesome new shirts from Fright Rags and I bought one immediately.  It got here the day of the NiteHawk event he was hosting so like the dork I am, I wore it to meet him. That’’s the thing about fandom, sometimes you can’t keep your cool. You just need to fully embrace your passion even when you feel embarrassed by it. #fangirlshame #fighttheshame

We'd made casual arrangements for me to interview him. Although I didn't get the opportunity for the interview, I did get to hang out with him and the Shudder team for a snack and to discuss the upcoming marathon, the industry and horror films with them. I won't lie, that was freaking amazing. 

 The Shudder team was super excited about the opportunity to bring Joe Bob back to TV. I interviewed Shudder Curator, Sam Zimmerman about the upcoming event.

That video can be seen at https://youtu.be/tz_JKuyi2Bg

As the fans geared up for the marathon we shared our squee on social media platforms; and made plans to collectively gather on twitter, facebook, slack channel. (which I will never figure out), twitch and other platforms. Many of us posted videos and photos of how we’d be watching. 

I made a vlog post about how I’d be watching https://www.instagram.com/p/BlMSxr_HxhZ/?taken-by=squeefilmmaker

Joe Bob had written n his regular column in TakiMag about what he called “The Loneliness of the Cord Cutter” Published a few days before the event.

“What we do there is we experience the movie as a group and then we discuss the movie as equals because we’ve all had the same emotional experience. I suppose, if we asked Camille Paglia or some other academic, they would tell us it’s some form of pagan worship.No one ever talks about this. If you ask the specialty theater managers, they’ll tell you about the brilliance of the 35-millimeter film image (true), the awesomeness of the sound system (true), or the various ways the film has been reconstructed, preserved, enhanced, or changed by the director. None of these things matter. What’s essential is the crowd—and it doesn’t matter whether it’s five people or five thousand. What matters is the agreement that “We will tell each other stories and we will feel that rush of knowing who we are and where we are and why we are here.”

Please read the full article here so the writers get paid fairly. They deserve it.

http://takimag.com/article/the_loneliness_of_the_cord_cutter_joe_bob_briggs/print#ixzz5LqJZV9kW

Then the internet failed us. Most of us  couldn't access the stream on any of our  devices. Fans posted various responses on social media. We were frustrated but we were here for Joe Bob and Shudder was doing their best to try to make it work.  Fans posted funny tweets abut it. Fans rooted for Joe Bob and Shudder. We weren't  going anywhere.

Fans started joking that Joe Bob Briggs broke the internet. We were kind of thrilled. The hashtag started trending. Now from a fan’s perspective this was wonderful. We weren't happy that we were missing the event we’d been longing for since #Monstervision got cancelled but there was tribal joy spreading.

I think that we felt that we were alone in our passion for Joe Bob and his work.

Then we discovered we were legion. Yes, we are the weirdos, mister. The Drive-in Mutants, the Monster Kids, the horror geeks. This was one of the best examples of a community of fans who didn't even know we existed coming together that I’ve ever experienced. And I’m multi-fandemic, participating in dozens of fandoms and this response was outstanding,

One of my twitter friends got access to it somewhere in the midst of Sleepaway Camp and offered to share it via Skype with me. Another fan got it going and shared the stream on Twitch with many fans. He was given a 24 hour ban from Twitch but became a hero to the other fans.

“One fan, known only as Cthlhu on Twitter, saw fit to help out the horror community as best he could by broadcasting the highly sought-out special on his Twitch stream. As a result, many fans were able to see the broadcast they’d been waiting for since the year 2000. Twitch, however, didn’t find the solution particularly heartwarming, as they suspended the user for 24 hours. Cthlhu didn’t seem to mind. (Please read the full article below so the writers get paid fairly)

https://www.inquisitr.com/4986333/horror-icon-joe-bob-briggs-comes-to-defense-of-fan-on-twitter-after-overwhelming-shudder-premiere/

I finally got the stream up on my laptop  around 1 am and watched till about 5 am and it was everything I’d hoped for. By the time I got up the next day, Shudder had posted all the films that had aired up that point on their site separately so we could all catch up.

Then the man himself posted in his column 

“You don’t write, perform, shoot, edit and broadcast a 24-hour show and then feel good about nobody being able to see it. You start out with a fear of disappointing the audience—I have the greatest fans in the universe, and I love them, and they’ve saved my ass a thousand times, and so preventing them from seeing the opening title card is sort of my ultimate nightmare.” Please read the full article so the writer gets paid fairly by using the link below.  http://takimag.com/article/breaking_the_internet_joe_bob_briggs/print#ixzz5LqLVQ1hh

“But, Joe Bob, people will eventually see it, the important thing is that you broke the Internet.”

“If that’s the important thing, it shouldn’t be the important thing. Not everyone can hang around for two days monitoring their devices. The casually interested observer, who might have been barely intrigued enough to sample the show, was gone after 15 minutes and never came back. “Breaking the Internet” is not a happy thing for those of us who believe communication is better than gossip.”

Please read the full article by using the link so the writer gets paid fairly

http://takimag.com/article/breaking_the_internet_joe_bob_briggs/print#ixzz5LqL7ZT3Q

I absolutely understand Joe Bob’s disappointment. Any creator wants their hard work to be enjoyed, appreciated and successful. As a filmmaker and someone who’s worked in media for over 20 years, I get it. It was rough. On a much much smaller scale of course I’ve had panic attacks as I watched the tech person struggle to get my film screening during a panel. It’s an awful feeling.

But as a professional fan, it was an absolutely amazing experience. Now I know dozens of other weirdos that are just like me and I bet if Joe Bob wants to return to do any kind  of short or long term hosting, we’ll all be there with him.

Update: Announced only moments after I posted this! 

Now recite The Drive-In Oath along with the rest of us Mutants.

[ignitingwriting]

Igniting Writing ‘Illustration Inspiration’ Contest 2020, Submission by Rivermead Primary School Pupil AM

Entry inspired by the following illustrations:

First illustration by Claire Powell (@misspowellposts on Instagram)

Second illustration by Matt Carr (@themattcarr on Instagram - image from 'Now Wash Your Hands', published by Scholastic)

Third illustration by Camille Whitcher (@milly_of_bunston on Instagram)

Fourth illustration by Bryony Thomson (@bryony.thomson on Instagram)

I‘m Charlotte, a normal girl with a normal life, with an extraordinary imagination. I awoke, not in the darkness of night, but in the bright grey fog of dawn. Beside me, droplets of silver rain skimmed my window as I breathed hot air through my dry lips to my window. My breath had cleared an oval patch of light from where the dark and gloomy outside world could be seen.

I rested my hands criss-crossed on the window edge. Crisp, chipped paint crunched underneath my hands and I stared at my cold, frozen reflection. I realised that it was Christmas Day and that yesterday I had been anticipating this magical day.

On Christmas I decided to leave my bed and head downstairs, running my fingers down our wall. I ran down the stairs, imagining what presents I would get. Our large, lush green Christmas tree with its gold, twinkling lights, which beamed bright rays of light across the living room. The sound of Christmas cheer and laughter, which would echo in the room until next Christmas.

Bare. Emptiness wafted in the room. Dust stayed still, hovering in the air sought by the sun ray beaming through the crack of the curtain.

I rushed upstairs to find my mum and dad. But no-one.

I heard a loud tussle at the door. I darted to my bedroom and hid in the wardrobe. I silently waited for the sound of danger. I listened to the repetitive rattling and banging until I heard the door creek open. I listened to their heavy footsteps thump closer to my bedroom. I held my breath.

He aggressively tugged at my bed covers and searched through my clothes. What was he looking for? Does this have anything to do with my missing parents? I peeked through the crack of my wardrobe. He looked right at me. His ice-cold glare pierced through my body as I froze dead still with fright.

He turned around, sweeping his black cloak behind him, swiftly departing the room. Cautiously I left my wardrobe, tiptoed across my room and jumped out my window. My legs froze in the snow and I hid in the nearby bush.

My body shivered – large bumps spread up my arms and legs as I curled myself into a ball. I could see him staring at me from a distance. I froze dead still. Black.

I awoke not in the darkness of night, but in the bright grey fog of dawn. Beside me, droplets of

I awoke, not in the darkness of night, but in the bright grey fog of dawn. Beside me, droplets of silver rain skimmed my window as I breathed hot air through my dry lips to my window. My breath had cleared an oval patch of light from where the dark and gloomy outside world could be seen.

I rested my hands criss-crossed on the window edge. Crisp, chipped paint crunched underneath my hands and I stared at my cold, frozen reflection. I realised that it was Christmas Day and that yesterday I had been anticipating this magical day.

On Christmas I decided to leave my bed and head downstairs, running my fingers down our wall. I ran down the stairs, imagining what presents I would get. Our large, lush green Christmas tree with its gold, twinkling lights, which beamed bright rays of light across the living room. The sound of Christmas cheer and laughter, which would echo in the room until next Christmas.

Bare. Bare was the only thing that could not be seen in our living room. I darted upstairs to see my parents.

No-one. No-one was missing, my mum and dad still sound asleep, so I decided to wake them up.

“Hello, honey,” my mum sleepily said.

“Hi, munchkin,” Dad said.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

Though I’ve never seen that man again, I always feel like I’m being watched. And we all had a very merry Christmas…

[omgkeeem]

Inside Taekwondo

I was 9 years old when I got myself interested in martial arts. I’m a weird kid back then, showing off my fictional skills in our backyard alone at dark evening with dim lights all over. I was a fat kid that time (well, I still am. but not that much unlike before) And gladly my classmates didn’t have their guts on bullying me, instead they follow me and even respects me as if I’m their master. It’s really funny how it goes seeing myself a bossy one before. I’ve been sent to Principal’s office once, because of pulling on my classmate’s hair --the reason is he kept on blocking the blackboard on purpose where I am still taking down notes-- I didn’t intentionally pulled his hair with extreme force. Adrenaline I guess, who’ll don’t get mad right?. 

Later on 5th grade, I was 10 years old. I joined taekwondo, I was with my Nanny when I got myself on registration because Mom can’t take it that time for being too busy at school and it isn’t a big deal for me because I respect Mom and her career. It was mixed emotion that time, I was watching those kids with different colored belts around their waist, following their Instructor/Master’s command. At night, thoughts kept on flying in my mind, being too excited to start my first training. I was too occupied that time, thinking how I will boast it to my friends that I finally joined taekwondo. I badly wanted to be physical fit those time and to learn different kicks. 

Months inside taekwondo, everything turned out to be just great. At first, I was way way way too shy wearing my white belt with me. Oh I nearly forgot, I was a very silent person that time, well up ‘til now but it’s much worse before. “I’ll just go with the flow i guess”, I told myself. I remember how my Instructor encourages me to join the Unit meet when I stepped on my 6th grade, I was naive, obeying what all elders telling me, So I agreed. I was a Yellow belter, The fight came and it was very fortunate for me that I won the championship game. Motivations all over! shivers through my spines! All the proud from my families and friends came! it was absolutely brilliant. But, Unfortunately, I failed at Divisional meet. I guess I was being too proud of myself for winning my first award in taekwondo during the held Unit meet. I cried that time and been very down lately, but my instructor lifted my chin up and motivates me even more, to practice more because It was just an experience. “At least now, you knew what makes you lose. more training camille! you’ve got this.”. 

Summer, before I turn into Junior High School. I’ve trained harder, atleast 3 times a week. The revenge side has been with me the whole summer. School came, while waiting a long months to play. I focus on my studies first, I got high grades, balancing my role as a student and athlete. Luckily, heaven heard my prayer. I’ve finally selected as one of Taekwondo Regional Players after I won the battle against the Giants!. For snake’s sake, what I hate ‘till now is I’m lack of height hahaha. But, God guided me as if I was David battling against Goliath. 

The day came, when we, taekwondo team are obliged to attend a 7 weeks training outside school. There I realized, how hard taekwondo really is. That it’s not every time you’ll just lean unto someone’s shoulder when everything’s not fine. Taekwondo teaches me to be more independent, to step in life using my own feet. It was my first time, being separated with my mom, miiiiiiles away. I’m in Palawan just with my teammates, coaches and trainor. 

I hid in bathroom at late night evening that time, crying while talking to my mom at phone. Pleasing her to come as soon as possible. But it isn’t that easy because booking an airplane is way too expensive plus she’s at school, she can’t leave her students out of knowledge. We, players have an exclusive ship that time where we stayed in for 3 days before we got there in Palawan. So, my sister had no choice but to book an airplane, ignoring how expensive it was. I, again failed to win and happily brought home the Bronze Medal. “Maybe it’s not yet your time, ok?” My sister calmed me. Telling me how young i am and still have a lots of years to take over. My opponent is a graduating student that time, meaning if she lose the match, she wasn’t able to play next year anymore. I returned at school, receiving all their sweet smile as they congratulate me. My grades got even higher! just a great thing to have as a motivation at school. 

Summer before my 8th grade, I got very tired on attending training 3 times week. The reason is, my friends inside our gym slowly fading out. I mean, every other day, they just went up gone and not showing off their faces anymore. So we were like just 4 inside our gym unlike before that we’re in 20′s. Plus, my instructor trains me to teach the white belters and assist him every training. I had no choice but to follow to the fact that I’m not a fan of spending time with kids, unless they’re that easy to get their attention. I found the training that time, so boring, where I started to leave just for a moment, too. Weeks passed, my sister was so confused asking if we don’t have training schedule those time, there I realized and forgot that I was fully payed for 2 months training session. She scolded me, and I get her point. It was months when I returned at training. And it ripped me off seeing those kids level are already higher than me. I’ll never forget how my instructor welcomed me, “who are you?”  he joked and laughed right after. I know it was a joke but hell it hurts me. The way I feel before when I enter the gym turned out to be different. I felt like I was a noob or new comer. I cried at night regretting all those mistakes I’ve done. But I payed my instructor with hardwork and dedication on training which results a good feedback. But, Still, i didn’t make it to Regional meet again. 

I hated it being too conceited with myself. There I realized that God is challenging me. I realized my mistakes, I forgot to talk to God every before the fight, and everytime it happens, I always lose. Everytime I judge my opponent’s skill, I lose. I lose everytime I assumed that I will win. So I lost all my hopes, It ripped off my positive side. The reason why nearly quit Taekwondo. “Make yourself humble to god” my sister told me which woked me up again to reality. 

I trained continuously. I, again selected as Regional Player when I was in my 9th grade. I worked hard on 1 month training. And been praying every night until the fight came. Again, I lose, receiving all the tormenting words from my trainor, “idiot, stupid!”. Yh, t’was the first time someone called me that and I admit it was all my mistakes. I was covered up all with fear during that match, which gave me unconscious mind inside the rubber mat. Of course I cried again, thinking how much I worked hard on 1 month training and just ended up a loser inside a 2 minutes match. I was so ashamed that I didn’t brought home some medals, not even bronze. I was too guilty at every expenses my family spent for me and for all the knowledge and time that my instructors have shared for me. 

I returned home, and I just found myself staring outside the window, crying. Thinking that If I knew that I’ll just ended up a loser, I’ll rather just use that 1 and a half month time on school instead of training. I talked to God everyday, It just feels so good talking to God in a friendly conversational way while crying. It was as if his talking to you, too, but without voices. He’ll just makes you realize something and poop! there you go. 

I also talked to myself, weird but that’s how I lived my life. I told myself that when I got myself on 10th grade, I’ll just focus on my studies and prepare for my Senior High and aspired course on college. My decision is settled. play no more and go excel on academics!.

I am now a Grade 10 student. Whose living each day to the fullest as if there’ll be no tomorrow. I’ve gained awards and weight, LOL. Been elected as Class President, has joined Journalism and been very disgusted bringing myself on stages as muse, two times at least, both 1st and 2nd placer. No really, not being boastful but honestly I was very annoyed having them encourages me to participate on this kind of event which literally don’t suite my personality. But I’m somehow very thankful because it cured my Speech-anxiety and stage fright a 60 and a half percent. 

Months of success at academics, Idk but I felt like something’s missing and just found myself having a guts on participating the upcoming District meet. I trusted God, and he did never leave my side. Now, he let me joined at Divisional Tournament which I got two gold medals, and right after that God brought me again into National Age Group Taekwondo Tournament and did grant my wish to brought home the Gold and Bronze medal both in two categories I’ve joined, the poomsae and kyurogi. And he still did shower me so much blessings for I just won again yesterday on Divisional meet and selected again as Regional Player which brought me into tears! God did heard my prayer that this will be the last year where I’ll represent my town and province as a player. For I am planning to switch from different school for my Senior High and Career in taekwondo.  As my journey continuous... God knows what’s best for me and I will always stick to his plans for I know he has a better dream for me than mine. 

I thought joining taekwondo will just help me to be physical fit and gain knowledge on different kicks. But taekwondo did a lot for me, I realized that taekwondo is much wider than i think it was before. It transformed me from a shy and fearful one into a sociable and brave one. Taekwondo builds up my characteristic as a humble woman from a boastful one. Taekwondo teaches me how to treat everyone as a family and to stay positive at all times. It teaches me to manage time between school and career. 

Inside Taekwondo, You’ll never see it as a hobby, it’s more like a home where you and your family unites and fight together.

Taekwondo isn’t just a sport, It’s an art of rebuilding your character and conquering your fears at once. 

I wanted to thank God that taekwondo was sent to me for it sheltered me against fears and negativity. Indeed a life changing!

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i am now on my way to blackbelt degree hihi 

©  omgkeeem

12am | 11/11/17

[camillelafaye]

can i get uhhhhh H (cos im greedy 4 ur writing)

camille givin sugar meme || NO LONGER accepting!

7. "Something Scared Me” hug

Eyes clenched, fingernails digging into her palms from the tightness of her fists, Camille remained clinging to his neck. The whole of her body was drawn up, and tense, from her fright having constricted her with such suddenness. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure over just how long she’d had locked him up like this, but the more she were loosened from the vice-grip of panic (not lessening her hold over him at all), the more she noticed that he hadn’t budged from where she had stopped them both dead in their tracks, ...not even to hug her back. Not until now, that was. And from what Camille could make out in her current suffocation of him, Johnny seemed to be taking out, and lighting a cigarette where he stood, rather than moving  to show any physical comfort for her scare.

“Gettin’ off on all these li’uhl mixed signals, aren’t ya?” His voice vibrated her, stoic and dark as the English night around them, “Y’just got through sluggin’ me, now this...”

“Som’ wadn’ tryna KILL ME then!” Her response was shrill, and it hardly garnered much of a reaction from him aside from a few steps to balance himself from her additional weight. 

“An alley stray, Cam, an alley stray,” he said again... and in such a way that Camille could hear the snide little lift in one of his brows, “’e’s got ‘is own worries. ‘ardly think ‘e was tryna kill either uv os. ...But go on squeezin’ on me if y’need the excuse.”

“Shut up, shut up talkin’a me! Don’t say shit else to me--I cain’t STAND you, I swea’ it!” She spoke through her teeth, only after stomping her foot over his as proper payback for his mocking.

“Yeh, I know, I know. Y’ hate me and all that...”

“TAKE ME HOME!” She cut him off in what could only be called a yip, still not moving from where she were practically glued to his front.

“Right...” he answered. Johnny looked down between them, taking the moment apparently to take some manner of physical inventory, and reach his own conclusions... with the main being that Camille didn’t look to be willing to let him go any time soon. With that in mind, he left his cigarette in his mouth, and reached out his arm to reposition her clinging, swooping her around to his backside with surprising ease, and without undoing the latch of her arms around his neck.

“Climb on, then.” 

@mahermarr