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Star-crossed in the Crosshairs (John Price x Reader)

Chapter 9: I Don't Know If I Can Do It

Fic Summary: This mission is the pinnacle of your efforts for the past three years. Your whole team and yourself have worked countless hours, slaughtered hundreds, risked life and limb for scraps of intel, and now it all boiled down to pairing up with another taskforce to get this job done and dusted. An unexpected spanner in the works comes in the shape of your former best friend, now also a Captain and somehow resurrected from his KIA status, John Price.

You can’t afford to let feelings - old and new - get in the way of your purpose. No matter how much you’ve missed, wished for, loved him, and no matter how much he might feel the same.

Chapter 8 // Masterlist // AO3 Version // Gif Credit // Chapter 10

“Well done,” You said as you handed Chance two twenty pound notes and sent them on their way.

Čiernik neutralised and Shepherd’s fate in the wind, the debrief was long over. Both teams had waited for you and Price, but only Price would be joining them. Part of you wanted to hear the war stories from the 141, really catch up. Then your stomach flared up and your eyes threatened to steam up and you remembered how fragile you’d let yourself get over this calendar month.

Bronze - still conked out on meds - demanded that someone have his drink for him, so you weren’t the only one missing out. Tonight, you’d spend your time numbing your ribs and hidden away.

A naughty mood plagued your mind, a naughty and self-destructive mood that cranked open a trunk of memories concerning the good old days that Price might’ve brought up via his reappearance in his life. You groaned over being at a point in your life where your twenties were “the old days”.

That naughty mood consumed your thoughts with flashbacks you hadn’t considered for years, even since realising Price was alive. Routine for your training years was what was currently playing. Two pints into a night out, you and John used to arm wrestle – an excuse to hold his hand on your part as well as an excuse to display how much you’d been working out – over a sticky table and damp bevy napkins. If the place had a karaoke machine (like your first local did), you’d always sing “Losing My Religion” like you were trying to convince each other of your perspective. Not once did you look at the screen for the words. You would put it on the jukebox if there was no karaoke, create your own jam session that would result in a warning about getting barred.

First time John convinced you to sing with him, he had his hand on your shoulder and stared intensely at you with his forehead to yours as he sang matter-of-factly, if a little unclear due to the cider. You, on the other hand, giggled through each lyric at how overwhelmed by how his steadfast cornflower eyes held you on that stage, losing yourself in the final chorus and getting cut off by your colleague, dragged home by the collar of your shirt and insisting you weren’t that bad, John egging you on all the while.

Difficult emotions bubbled like the beer you used to drink, forming a cathartic yet strangled cry in your throat as you opened the door to your temporary room. You were too injured to wear yourself out with some exercise. That was your usual cure for avoiding uncomfortable thoughts, the energy expelled causing you to pass out without any struggle of tossing and turning – or of nightmares. Even though you were absent of any gear, or your weighted blanket back at your base, to ground you into a mattress, your ribs would’ve complained the entire night. So today you were forced to recognise that the cork on your anxiety was coming loose, and the presence of Price – paired with your lovestruck Sergeants – was the equivalent of shaking the bottle.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself with a hard sniff.

The expletive offered a mild release of emotion, staving off the crying for a little longer. Long enough to raid the medical wing for some more disposable ice packs, long enough to get caught red-handed and by none other than the main cause of your pain.

“You’re back early,” You remarked as if you weren’t using your shirt as a makeshift basket for icepacks.

Price pushed a hand through his hair, smoothing it out whilst stuffing his beanie into his coat pocket, “Had my fill. The boys were insisting it was because I was getting old.”

“You’re not old. ‘Cus if you are, then I am too, and I’m not old.”

“Course not,” Price said wryly. Then he gestured to your haul, “Need a hand?”

Already, he was approaching you and – against your better judgement – you let him scoop a couple out before you both headed back to your room.

Holding your nerve, you made an attempt to be blasé: “Don’t suppose you had a sing-song at the pub?”

“No. Haven’t since I lost my duet partner.”

You winced around the corner, hoping Price would take it in response to your injuries. He must’ve done, for he didn’t allow any silence to linger on his remark:

“Played a few sessions of Shithead to determine whose round it was. You got any other plans for tonight?”

You crushed and placed a pack onto your ribs whilst John opened your door, letting you in first as you replied, “Just lie in a pile of these.”

Price’s hum with approval was masked beneath the bed creak as you carefully placed yourself on the edge of it, your chin in your hand, whilst you awkwardly iced your back. Your eyes closed without considering the extra person in the room, yet you took note of the mattress waning beneath their weight and refused to be shocked by the calloused fingertips that touched over the condensation on your hand.

“Here,” Price said, his voice low in volume and tone.

Fingers slipping out of his gentle hold, you let Price take over holding the icepack against your side. His other hand squeezed your corresponding shoulder, thumbing out the knots on that side of your spine – and there were a lot of knots. Needless to say, you were not expecting this, nor were you expecting to crave this kind of treatment until you found yourself sitting up straighter, following Price’s hand whenever it adjusted its grip on your taut muscles.

Clearing your throat, you opened your eyes, “You always made fun of me for my spa days.”

“Well, I’ve matured now,” John said quietly, his thumb digging around the edge of your left shoulder blade, “Enough to understand the value of a back rub – maybe a good bath bomb too.”

Laughter that coughed and clogged up your throat erupted from you. A tear splashed between your spread legs, leaving a little mark on the thin rug. Another ran through the same track and slipped down your face faster. That laughter slipped into sniffles fairly quickly after that.

Price’s hands stilled, “Did I hurt you?”

You sniffed and shook your head. You massive liar.

Very easily, John could’ve just offered you a tissue from the box on the bedside table. Instead, he moved to kneel in front of you, and he went to cup your face. Tilting your head away, you pushed his hands down.Temptation was enticing you to rest your forehead against his for just a second, how it would heal all torment he’d caused you – inadvertently and otherwise. You knew this was beyond a slippery slope. It was a straight drop down a crevasse with the bottom masked by fog. Shaking your head, you looked to your bedside lamp instead of him.

Without forcing you to look at him, John spoke, “I know I’ve got no right to ask you. But I’m a selfish man.”

Stubborn, yes. Ruthless, agreed. Cold. At times. But you’d never describe Jonathan Price as selfish. Not until now, at least. You realised you were still holding his hands away, a light grip he could’ve escaped from easily but hadn’t. Your face crumpled on itself and more tears fell, your head knocking against John’s as he lowered himself to his knees between your own

“Even just a scrap of that time to apologise, properly – now I know you’ve said you’re okay with what happened, but I’m not-”

His hands curved around your wrists. There, his thumb traced over your wrist where your pulse jumped under your Viking helmet tattoo – the one he argued wasn’t accurate because it didn’t have horns.

That night you got it, he’d jeered with a beer in his hand, “I should know; it’s my damn call-sign!”

You had been so drunk on his company but so jilted by his accusation that you were prepared to cross the country with him there and then to retrieve your GCSE History certificate and wave it in his face as you declared that Vikings never actually had horns on their helmets. But then you would’ve lost your spot at the parlour, and you really liked that tattoo artist’s style so you had a juvenile John sat beside you, mumbling under his breath how wrong you were to wind him up.

Your brimming tears shocked you back to the present day, having ignored most of John’s apology in favour of reminiscing of when things felt easier.

You tuned in to the end of his speech: “I kept you in the dark and lost you. I’m sorry for that and the pain I’ve caused you. I don’t expect anything. But we’re on borrowed time already. I don’t wanna waste any more of it.”

At that, you snatched your wrists back, for his words had breathed new life into the anger you convinced yourself was dormant. “We could’ve had all the time in the world, but you left me! Why did you leave me? Don’t patronise me with the “I wanted to protect you” shit. Why didn’t you come back for me?”

And you broke down sobbing, gasping for breath as your head lolled in shame, your neck and gut rife with rile. You’d never felt so pathetic, weeping over him like this after saying it was all okay. Nothing was okay. You wanted all the years of your mourning back. You wanted them back and your John back too.

He was looking upon you with pain pinching in his brow, and his voice was as gentle as he could be: “Because I’d pick you over everything.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to leave for me!”

“You wouldn’t have to. You never did.”

God, you wanted Chance or Ghost to use you as a punching bag to block out this agony that wracked your entire body with the vines of grief. Worse still, John’s honesty struck worse than any condescending comment he could’ve conjured. It told you all you needed to know about him, and it asked you something new about yourself: if he asked you to leave team Banshee, would you? Your hesitance frightened you to your core, and you know it did the same to John and his commitment to the 141.

“I’m so sorry I took you for granted, that I never came back for you. I’ll spend my life and the next making it up to you. And at the moment all I can offer you is when our leave aligns, a flat by the Mersey, and a bottle of bourbon. But I’ll give you all I am, all of it.” John sealed his promise with a kiss to your forehead,“I’ll be behind whatever you want to do about this.”

The vines were wrapping around John now, constricting you two together, interlocking your bodies together until your anguished lips found his. He tasted like the mint he’d sucked on during his walk back to base.John’s stubbled chin grated as if your face wasn’t melting with tears, desperate to print onto him. Your irreverent fingers ploughed through his cropped hair, too short to hold onto. Teeth pressed uncomfortably together. You couldn’t picture any of the romantic whirlwinds you’d conjured on lonely nights in times gone by; your mind only allowed you to take in how you and John clawed at each other, as if a loose enough grip would lose him to you forever.

As your tears blurred your sights, the truth came clear in your mind. Through an exhale that tremoured like a needle on a gauge, you pushed away from him and heaved out, “I can’t take the trying to get on without you again, I can’t. I can’t go to your funeral again. Don’t make me.”

And how you begged him, when you knew he couldn’t guarantee you a damn thing.

John’s misty eyes clung to your form without breaking contact once as he swore, “I won’t.” He renewed the vow to every plea you made, each one a plate of glass placed around you two until you were surrounded by the fragile promises that would shatter as soon as one of you left the room.

He kissed you again, simple and sweet like nothing else in your lives. You finally touched him with those hands you’d killed with, cradling his jaws as your noses slanted together, chests levitating both your bodies up and down in asynchronous panting.

But even as you felt his touch prickle across your goose-pimpled skin, the rest of your truth pushed out of your mouth and into his:

“I wanted to forgive you, I really did. But I can’t.”

Your sobbing ceased the second you finished speaking, nothing but your wrecked breathing and tears left behind in the shock that you’d finally said it. In its wake, you were faced with John’s broken expression as he stared unmoving at you. His lips parted with a shuddering and short exhale. In that moment, you knew then that he thought you would forgive him. All you could respond with was a touch of your hand to his cheek in an offer of little comfort when you repeated yourself:

“I can’t.”

John’s eyes flickered but still did not blink, as if you would vanish the second he dared not to keep you in his sights. Nowhere in those eyes did you see him imploring you to change your mind. He simply reeled in the agony of reality crashing into dreams, splintering them beyond repair. You looked, really looked, past the youths you used to be. Borrowed time indeed, in your line of work, the flecks of grey in John’s beard and minute scars in his skin hinted at what remained of his life.

You decided to let yourself yearn for your history one more time.

“But can we…” You wiped your nose and sniffed, “Can we pretend, for the next few hours, that I have forgiven you?”

John swallowed and nodded. His eyes were wet, but he released nothing until you kissed him again, and you felt the first splash from where his cheek bumped yours, salt soaking together.

Trembling and keeping your lips to his, you removed John’s watch and touched over the nerve diagram, your not-so-matching tattoos. Your fingertips treaded along where his pulse ran on tracks through thick hairs and collected the sleeves as they went. Forming fists, you tugged at the bunched-up fabric, gently at first, then growing rapidly impatient, soon grappling with his shirt just as his tongue made an intrepid entrance in your mouth. An intrusive hand beside your injured ribs spun you around and into his lap, John now perched beside where you’d been, his shirt somewhere else. He was holding on tightly, and you were scratching his furred chest too harshly, the kiss clunky and incoherent.

Grief was forcing its way back up your throat, rejecting this attempt to compel reconciliation. Your last ditch effort to keep it at bay made you press your lips hard against hard down his neck until your broken cries were bleated against his collarbones.

John’s agitated chest kept you trapped with his arms warped around you. His trembling tongue whispered over and over “I’m sorry” beside your ear, his intentions clear but muddied by the impact of his words, stabbing you in your heart with every repetition.

Mustering enough energy to hold yourself together, you shut him up with your mouth on his, determined to make this easier for you both. Smoothing out his sticking-up hair did precious little to conjure the comfort you were seeking. Your face slid away from his in the rush of tears pouring down John’s face like rain on a car window. Resigned, you slumped against his chest, letting your breathing hiccup in your aching chest. John drew you back into his arms, applying an icepack to your side as he somehow manoeuvred you both under the blankets. At least he wasn’t apologising anymore.

You began phasing between light sleep and wake. Though you were roused from sleep by your ribs, each time the vines’ grip he held you in squeezed intermittently and kept you safe in a bubble whilst acting as if you weren’t in these impersonal quarters, maybe even in that apartment he mentioned. A few times, both of you were awake, having moved away to the far edges of the bed in your soporific turmoil. He returned to you every time and did just as you asked: pretended that this you could have each other like this, every night past the sunrise.

“John?”

“Hmm?”

“When I next wake up, I want you gone.”

Silence for a minute. And then:

“Ok.”

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AN: Black Viking was an access code for Captain Price, so I reworked it as a callsign for this fic - though it's more like "Viking" as the callsign.

Thank you for your patience with the uploads! Only two chapters more to go! Thank you also @bunnyreaper for being a Beta on this chapter <3

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iexpectyoutowrite · 2 months

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The office was dusty, the air was stale as nobody had entered the office since Rising Phoenix, 5 months ago, when Phoenix was sent out and never came back from that, officially declared KIA after a month of fruitless searching. Their former handler enters the room, causing the dust settled in the room to unsettle. There's a tape player and a tape on the table, a messily handwritten sticky note attached to it. "For Handler's ears only. -Agent Phoenix" was scrawled on the sticky note. As the handler reached out, he took in the sight of the office, abandoned and unused since his agent's unfortunate death. He shakily placed the tape in and pressed the play button, as the recording played. It crackled a bit and came to life.

"We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day"

As the first notes of the song were sung, it wasn't the original singer, but a cover of it by Phoenix, before the mission.

"Keep smiling through Just like you always do 'Til the blue skies chase those dark clouds far away"

This song was one of his favorite songs, as Phoenix had heard it on complete accident, and Phoenix said it reminded him of the both of them.

"So will you please say "Hello" To the folks that I know? Tell them I won't be long They'll be happy to know That as you saw me go I was singing this song"

As the cover kept playing, The Handler sat down against the desk and listened.

"We'll meet again, Don't know where Don't know when. But I know we'll meet again some sunny day"

"Keep smiling through Just like you always do, 'Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away"

"So will you please say "Hello" To the folks that I know? Tell them I won't be long" "They'll be happy to know That as you saw me go, I was singin' this song"

"We'll meet again, Don't know where, Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day"

As the tape and song finished, the handler had tears welling up in his eyes, as It almost seemed like Phoenix chose this song specifically for this tape, just for him, their handler. It seemed like phoenix was telling him, to keep moving on, that they'll be back someday and to keep smiling on.

#iexpectyoutowrite #ieytd prompt #ieytd fanfic #ieytd fandom #(Also my apologies Tumblr hates me formatting so some parts of the lyrics won't look like the rest)#(i hope this is alright!)

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on-the-mendel · 2 years

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Sticky notes for Taylor at the Kia Forum via.

#Taylor Hawkins #Taylor Hawkins Tribute Concert #Kia Forum #Foo Fighters #20s #/ I'm basically looking everywhere on ig for videos and shit dammit #I thought this was sweet

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thatgreyjedi · 1 year

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Alright, I feel like I need to do this rant now before we know anything that happens in the season finale of the Bad Batch.

So, we all know that deep down inside, we love each character of the beloved Clone Force 99. However, I have a gut feeling that in order for this season to somewhat end is that someone who is either close to the batch or is a member of the batch is going to die. Now over the course of season 2, I have had many differing theories as to who that might be, but I have a feeling that if they are to kill off anyone, it will probably be Echo.

Now my reasoning behind this is mainly looking into what Echo has gone through. First off, he was believed to be KIA during the rescue at the Citadel, which everyone believed that Echo died as a result of an explosion. However, he wasn’t dead, but captured by the Separatists and exploited to benefit their side against his own will. He had to endure the pain of consistently being used for his knowledge that he developed with his brothers in arms, all while he is too weak to fight back. When Echo was finally rescued by Rex, the Bad Batch, and the rest of the rescue party, he had to readjust himself to life without his private thoughts being infiltrated every living breathing second. However, the biggest curveball was learning of each brother from the remaining Domino Squad’s that he wasn’t aware of before being MIA. This also means that he had to deal with the death of one of the brothers he seem to be closest to (and what the fans say) was Fives, who sadly died such a tragic death all in the name of doing what he thought was right by informing everyone about the inhibitor chip conspiracy in the Fives Arc in season six. With all this mind, this proves how much Echo had to deal with in the aftermath of returning to his old life after being held against his will by the Separatists.

Now don’t get me wrong, Echo joining the Bad Batch was a great way to reincorporate Echo back into the Clone Wars Era show from both a writer’s standpoint along with an audience’s perspective. This got to show how Echo was able to adapt to being more of a cyborg than 100% flesh clone, as we have seen him in all sorts of adventures where his upgrades have proven to get the Clone Force 99 out of sticky situations. On the contrary to this, Echo didn’t grow up with the members of the Bad Batch, so his connection with them isn’t as deeply rooted as the connections between Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, and Wrecker are. This also can be used to support Echo and Omega’s unique bond with one another. Unlike the other members of the batch, both Echo and Omega grew up separately from the other four members; Echo growing up with the members of the Domino Squad and Omega basically being raised by Nala Se. Since both joined the batch later in each of their lives, they aren’t as rooted with the other brothers who had grown up with one another since they were created. This allowed for Omega and Echo to bond over the fact that they were outsiders in their own sort of way, which makes their connection so special in my opinion. That is why I believe that his death would hit Omega real hard because she could connect with him on such a level that maybe other members of the Bad Batch wouldn’t entirely understand.

To conclude my thoughts here, I believe that Echo would be the most likely choice if Dave Filoni does decide to kill off anyone in the conclusion of this season of the Bad Batch, mainly because of all the trauma he has had to endure. Him dying would finally allow for Echo to make peace with himself as he wouldn’t be in anyone physical pain, but also he would finally get to be reunited with the Domino Squad. If there was a specific reason he would die, it would be protecting Omega because of how he wants the best for her and to get that chance to grow up as a normal child.

That’s all I have for you tonight! Thank you for listening to my rant and hopefully this season will end on a good note, but if it doesn’t… I will also be depressed from a fictional sci-fi show like the rest of y’all

#thatgreyjedi #the bad batch #star wars tbb #conspiracy theories #bad batch echo #tbb echo #star wars #rant post #clone trooper echo #arc trooper echo #star wars clone wars #omega bad batch

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vgilantee · 10 months

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tag game time!! random fun questions to answer

tagged by my sweet caro @rain-on-kamino

What is your personality type?

infp-t and an enneagram 9

What car would you like to own, if money were no issue?

i'm not really a car person, but for my next car i'm planning on getting a kia cerato

Describe your high school self?

quiet, not great mentally, burnt-out (i don't remember most of the first 2 years, and the last 3 years i... wasn't doing well. i'm way better now though!!)

What environment is your favorite and makes you feel most at home? A coffee shop, a forest, the Swiss mountains, home with friends, etc?

the museum, especially in the dino bones section hehe. also sitting on the porch at my aunt's place. she moved there a few years ago, and i've only been there once because different countries, but there's something about being able to smell the ocean and also stare at farm-land hills, wrapped in a blanket with a hot drink...

Describe your perspective on life in five words?

i guess we're doing this

What traits would make up the ideal best friend for you and why?

i don't really know. i wanna be able to be able to exist with them in comfortable silence, but also be able to talk about complete bullshit and laugh to tears. i feel like such an outsider with my friend group (i love them but... high school did a number on me) and don't feel like i have my Person ya know? the one/s who feel like the perfect compliment to my personality? that would be nice...

What is something in life that you get a disproportionate delight from?

stickers, sticky-notes, new books, commander cody (look, okay...), being able to introduce someone to my favourite ever book series, oh! and building lego and/or ikea furniture. i love being handed a flatpack or lego set and being told to build

tagging <3 @websterss @solarluvs

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Chapter 5: 3-day Free Trial Day 2

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Day 2

Sakusa doesn’t want to. He honestly doesn’t want to take Kia to the doctors. But he doesn’t want you to get mad as well. He wants you back. And if it means taking Kia to get vaccinated, he’ll do it. He hates hospitals or clinics.

Kia walks in front of Kiyoomi as they head to the pediatrician’s clinic. You chose a clinic with a doctor who only accepted clients with appointments. It was for Kiyoomi’s convenience.

Kia hasn’t talked to Kiyoomi since they got home yesterday. She’s still upset with him but Kiyoomi sees it as a child’s tantrum only. He thinks she’ll be fine if he lets her be.

They arrive at the clinic and they press the doorbell. The door opens and a nurse greets them, “good morning, Mr. Sakusa, right?” The nurse asks and Kiyoomi nods. “Doctor Yosano is waiting for you. Come in.”

The two enter the clinic and the female doctor greets Kia first, then Kiyoomi. They get seated and he hands the booklet to her. At the corner of his eyes, he sees Kia getting anxious. The fear in Kia’s eyes saddens Kiyoomi for reasons he can’t explain.

“Wanna sit on my lap?” He asks her and she nods. She settles on his lap, facing outwards.

“She has to take 3 vaccines today,” Doctor Yosano as she scans through Kia’s booklet. “She has missed one last month.”

“Thwee?” Kia mutters, looking at the doctor in fear. Kiyoomi feels trembling so he wraps an arm around her instinctively. He didn’t even think about it.

Dr. Yosano takes three syringes and needles, and three small bottles of vaccine out of her drawer. Kia stares at the needles, her trembling not easing. “Can I get a flut shot, first?” Kiyoomi speaks. The doctor nods and assembles the first shot.

Kiyoomi rolls his sleeve up, Kia looking up at him in awe and confusion. As soon as the needle gets in Kiyoomi’s skin, Kia stops trembling. Kiyoomi finishes and he pats Kia’s head. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“It doesn’t?” Kia asks and Kiyoomi shakes his head softly. She stares Doctor Yosano and reacher her arm out to her. Kiyoomi covers her eyes with his hand, then presses her head closer to his chest. The needle finally pricks into her arm and she starts crying.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Doctor Yosano says repeatedly as she puts a cotton and plaster over the area she injected in. “Now the other arm.”

Kiyoomi turns Kia so her left arm is facing the doctor. Kia’s face is buried on his chest as she cries in pain and fear. Kiyoomi caresses the back of her head, hoping it can minimize the pain.

He isn’t aware of what he’s doing. A switch in his body turned on and he went protect Kia mode. He wants Kia to be fully vaccinated and away from any disease but her cries are hurting him too.

After the second vaccine, Kia’s cry starts to get louder. She wraps an arm around Kiyoomi’s neck and cries on his shoulder. He looks at Doctor Yosano and she is smiling at them. “Kia, look at me.”

Kia looks at Kiyoomi and he smiles at her reassuringly. She stops crying as she sees his smile. He wipes the tears on her cheeks away and tucks the strands of hair on her face on the back of her ears. “One last shot and we will go home. We can buy ice cream on our way back.”

That trick always worked when he was a child. Ice cream. Ice cream can quiet any child.

Kia stares at his face, her hands on his cheeks. “Ice cweam?” Kiyoomi nods and Kia willingly went to Doctor Yosano for her third shot. She doesn’t cry this time. After getting her shot, she goes back to Kiyoomi’s lap and proudly shows her injected leg.

“You did good, Kia,” Kiyoomi compliments her, placing her back on his lap. “Thank you, doctor. If she needs to do anything else, please contact my wife.”

“I will, Mr. Sakusa.”

He pays for the fees and leaves the clinic with Kia still in his arms. She has fallen asleep on his shoulder and he can’t wake her after what she’s been through. He stops on his tracks after he realizes what he had said.

‘Did I just call (y/n) my wife?’

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One last night without you. After this night, you will be here. He will have less Kia problems and he can finally focus back on his practice.

“Can you tell me a bed time story?” Kia asks Kiyoomi as she tucks herself in bed. Kiyoomi looks her at before turning off the lights in her room. She sees this as a sign of rejection and covers her body to sleep.

Kia feels the other side of the bed dip and her face is enlightened with excitement. Kiyoomi takes a deep breath in before starting to speak.

“Once upon a time,” he starts and Kia is looking up at him in anticipation. “There was a prince who lived alone in a tall tower.”

“Kyo, is the prince tall?” Kia randomly questions. Sakusa looks down at her and raises an eyebrow. “Mama said that the prince has to be tall for the princess to be in love with him.”

“Your mother told you that?” Kia nods and moves closer to Kiyoomi. ‘Did she only date me in high school because I was tall?’ He doesn’t mind it and continues the story. “Anyway... One day the prince meets a clumsy princess.”

“Mama said the princess is beautiful,” Kia stops him again and he humms.

“Yes. The princess is very beautiful,” Kiyoomi agrees, imagining your face in his mind. He continues the story of how the princess and prince fell in love with each other, and midway, he hears soft snores on his chest.

He checks and Kia is sleeping soundly on his chest. He places a hand on the back of her hand, petting her.

Suddenly, he remembers Kia calling Atsumu papa. There is a tug in his chest again that he can’t explain.

Facts:

Kia is scared of doctors, not injections.

It was Kia’s first time eating ice cream and chocolate. She didn’t like the ice cream because it got sticky when it melted.

The flu shot Sakusa got was his second flu shot of the year. He’s worried it might affect his health.

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codenamejudas · 2 years

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Trick or treat! The next time Judas goes out to his car its covered, absolutely covered from the roof all the way to the tires and hub caps with sticky notes. With bright red sticky notes. But wait! The moment he takes off one sticky note there is a second layer underneath, in the god awful mustard color that he doesn't like. There isn't a single bit of paint that is showing, even the windows and the windshield are covered in them. One of the red ones has a single note written on them. "Happy Halloween, Alexi~"

He doesn't remember asking for any tricks, Bev.

Judas begins by peeling off the ones over the windows and mirrors....and pretty much gives up at that point with a sigh. The Kia will remain a spattering mix of red and yellow where the top layer starts to fall off as he drives around for the day.

#legattus #BEV #halloween

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oferins · 3 years

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ERIN WALSH ( SARAH PIDGEON ) is an EIGHTEEN year old from STOCKTON, CA. SHE is known around the island as THE WALLFLOWER because she is EMPATHETIC and INTELLIGENT but can also be MEEK and AWKWARD. SHE reminds of a reliable canvas tote, specifically crosley record players, sticky notes in all her favourite books. [ S, 23, AEST ]

BASIC INFORMATION

name : Erin Kate Walsh

nicknames : Doesn’t mind Ren, or E, but only ever introduces herself as Erin

birthday : January 30th

age : 18

hometown : Stockton, CA, USA

birthplace : Stockton, CA, USA

religion : Baptised Catholic but she and her family are largely Agnostic and are only practising Catholics when the grandparents visit for Christmas

ethnicity : Caucasian

nationality : American

education : High School Senior

relationship status : Single

social class : Upper Middle

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

height : 5’9

eyes : Blue

hair : Dark brown, collar bone length, mostly straight

build : Tall, just tall

distinguishing marks : Thick brows, big eyes, two stars tattooed behind her left ear.

notable features : Bright blue eyes I expect everyone to get lost in

physical disabilities : NA

allergies : Technically nothing but any animal products will not sit well considering she’s been vegan for three years and was vegetarian before that.

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR

hobbies : Reading, playing saxophone, watching Youtube video essays (mostly about classic novel to film adaptions honestly looking at you Little Women 2019), driving around blasting her favourite Spotify playlists, admiring her meticulously organised and beautifully coloured Google Calendar, spending far too long picking out organic produce at either a market or a grocery store, looking at Yummy Mummy-esque vegan recipes on Pinterest

likes : Stevie Nicks, Penguin classics, camping, their favourite fake creamy vegan pasta, the girl that works at her local record store and may or may not be most of the reason Erin is into records, Daria & Arctic Monkeys smh

dislikes : Being left out of a joke, the blisters that come from breaking in a new pair of docs, Starbucks coffee (its always burnt, according to Erin), people who go to the library to talk to their friends, when her Google Calendar is a mess, parties unless its very very small, men.

quirks : Zones out very, very easily

strengths : Smart, intuitive, ex girl scout and ex lifeguard

weaknesses : A pussy tbh, no back bone

positive traits : Empathetic, Intelligent, Palatable

negative traits : Meek, Awkward, Emotional

mental disabilities : NA

5 FUN FACTS

one : Is the absolute, absolute baby of her family. She and her older sister are incredibly different and they butt heads a lot (Zoe mocks a lot that Erin does, and Erin takes it), but her parents are usually in baby Erin’s corner and she’s always been far more affectionate with their parents than Zoe. The dynamic has shifted slightly since [redacted], but not by much.

two : Loves driving, loves her little white 2010 Kia Rio. Drives manual because her dad was really insistent on it. Will always offer to be designated driver for little outings with her friends or parties or anything really. She’s got it decked out in weird little things because of course she does. Some fake turf and little frogs having a picnic set up in the centre console, always has gear in her boot to spontaneously camp if anyone wants to, a large collection of tote bags, one of those record player air fresheners with a Taylor Swift “record” on it, a spare pair of shoes because she doesn’t like driving in her docs, and a bead necklace hanging from her rearview mirror.

three : Has a giant love of the environment. Has camped and hiked every spot in Stockton thanks to her family. Though hiking isn’t really her thing, she does love camping with her friends. Her love of the environment is what stemmed their decision to go vegetarian and then vegan. Contributing in a little way worked for a while, but now she’s decided to pursue Ecology at college with the ambition of making a bigger difference.

four : Star tattoos behind her left ear are for the two stars in Peter Pan. Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning. Got it on her 18th birthday and though the tattoo is very small, she had to pause multiple times during the session because of the pain of the placement.

five : Wants to start a podcast. That’s it that’s the whole fun fact goodbye.

WHAT WAS YOUR CHARACTER WEARING ON THE FLIGHT?

A loose fitting green long sleeve shirt. On the back it has Love Her Better and a graphic of the earth, the same graphic on the front but smaller all in a soft cream sort of colour. Some of the print came off in the ocean (and since its day 9 when I’m posting this), because it was screen printed by her and her friends in her friend’s garage as a thing for Environment club about a year ago.

Blue mom jeans, a distress on the knee. Rolled up so they sit above her ankle. The rolls are very small because she’s tall enough that the jeans kinda almost do that without rolling them.

Old black recycled leather belt with a silver buckle, nothing special.

Well worn classic black Dr Martens (Vegan 1460s if you wanna get specific), paired with ribbed brown socks that peak out the top.

Burnt orange cotton bralette and matching bikini style bottoms

Two gold rings on her right hand (used to be another one on her left but lost at sea rip), and small gold hoops in her ears, and an old style, and a Casio LQ-400D-1AEF (thin, gold, analog watch), water damaged and no longer working

PLEASE LIST 3 PERSONAL ITEMS OF YOUR CHARACTER THAT WASHED UP ON SHORE

A copy of Women Don’t Owe You Pretty by Florence Given, she had it out on the plane. Not sure if the whole thing was supposed to be like talking to each other or if she could just chill on her own and read a book. But either way was really ready for the whole advertised feminist getaway.

A second pair of shoes: her hiking boots. Though not the biggest fan of hiking generally, the idea of hiking around Hawaii had been really exciting to her. But she hadn’t wanted to wear them on the plane and mess up her look. She’s obviously pretty grateful they rocked up, and extremely grateful she packed them in the first place.

Her Hurraw Coconut Lip Balm. Stashed safely in her pocket and while it is currently probably her most prised possession, she is willing to share with the rest of the girls.

EXTRAS

playlist (i’ll edit this with a link when i finish it but please just imagine stevie nicks and arctic monkeys and some taylor swift thats literally it and she deserves to be roasted)

#wilds.intro #some of these details are so useless but i got excited to write erin again ok bye

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agentmothman18 · 5 years

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Being a science geek, Purple tended to do research on nights he couldn't sleep. Sometimes he would research things about space or what could possibly be at the bottom of the ocean. But tonight he decided to do human research and weird facts people dont know about.

One of those were about the pupils and how they dilate when looking upon someone you love. He found himself laughing at the thought, but he was curious to know if it was true. It would make finding someone to love you easier than it was.

Purple jotted down some notes and some reminders on a sticky note. He stuck it to his science notebook pulled off his red glasses. It was 1 am and Purple still had school tomorrow, which he wasnt looking forward to. They where having exams this week and tomorrow, or today rather, was history. His least favorite subject.

Turning his computer off, Purple got up and stretched his muscles. Being hunched over for so long really does a number on your body. Purple climbed into bed, fluffing his pillow before snuggling into his covers and closing his eyes.

One thing about Purple though, was that he tended to have restless nights. Nightmares kept him from ever getting good sleep. They were nightmares from his past, things that haunted him even to this day. Since he was an orphan, Purple's had plenty of foster parents. Most weren't to good to him. Until he was adopted by a woman and her wife. Gaz and Tak.

Gaz was the more scarier of the two, making sure Purple knew his manners and everything. While Tak was laid back, letting him do as he pleased. But Tak would discipline him if necessary. Purple was glad they adopted him, because they were the best people he could have ever wished for as parents. Plus, he got to make a lot of friends where they live. Like Zim and Red.

Purple woke to his alarm at 5:30 that morning. He always got up early to make sure he had everything and to get ready. Purple liked to look fashionable so that took up most his morning time. And sometimes he would were makeup, but those where only on days where he felt good about himself. Today wasnt one of those days, he was way to stressed about his history test to care about makeup.

"Momma G!" Purple quietly called, knocking on the already open door. Tak and Gaz usually left their door open because Purple would sometimes sneak into bed with them. Those where on nights when his nightmares got really bad. And when the doors where closed, Purple knew not to bother them. "You have work in an hour." He added, gently shaking Gaz to wake her up. Purple smiled when Tak groaned and wrapped herself around Gaz.

"I'll get her up in a few minutes, Pur." Tak hummed, her eyes still closed as she buried her face in Gaz's neck. Purple always thought they made the cutest couple, and he wished he could find someone like them.

"I'll make breakfast." Purple told Tak quietly, quickly leaving to work on that. So he cooked breakfast, pancakes for Gaz and eggs for Tak. He made himself some French toast, which was probably his favorite breakfast food.

Around 6:20 Gaz came down, fully dressed for work, and ate her food. She kissed Purples cheek, telling him to make sure Tak doesnt fall back asleep before he leaves, and left. Purple cleaned his dish and Gaz's, walking back upstairs to check and see if Tak was up and moving. She had a bad habit of going back to sleep when Gaz leaves.

7:30 rolled around and Purple had gotten all his stuff together. Normally he would pack his lunch but he kinda stopped after Red started bring him something instead. It was usually a surprise, but it always tended to be something he really likes.

"Pur!" Tak called from the front door, coffee in hand. Purple never understood how she could drink it black. It was way to bitter and nasty without creamer and a pinch of sugar. "Red's here to pick you up!" Purple quickly made his way downstairs, pulling on his favorite converses.

"Dont go back to bed momma T." Purple laughed, kissing her cheek and making his way to Red's car. It was a black Kia, simple but very nice. And the best part about it was the insides smell. Which was always roses and rainwater, something Purple suggested 2 years ago when Red got the car.

And thus, the rest of the day was pretty normal. Purple of course was studying his head off for the History exam he had after lunch. He practically knew everything that he needed to know, but that didnt stop him from worrying. Of course, Zim was the one to notice this at lunch time.

"Stop biting your lip!" Zim demanded, causing both Purple and Red to jump in their seats. Zim was very short compared to the two other boys. But he was the loudest. "No one will want to kiss you if you make them ugly." And he was very harsh too. Though Zim was a good, loyal friend to them. He means well, even if he comes off as an asshole sometimes.

"Sorry." Purple smiled in a guilty way, letting his bottom lip go. He honestly hadn't even noticed he was doing that. It was just a habit he did when he was stressed. So, to calm himself a bit, he tired to forget about it. Taking a bite of the salad Red had brought him.

That's when he remembered the note on his science book. Glancing around, he wondered who could be in love and with who. There where plenty of couples, but it would be weird to stare at them. He wondered if Red's eyes dilated when he was looking at his girlfriend, Jess.

So he tried to subtly watch the couple, who he actually didnt like being a couple. Jess was pretty new, only been here for two months, and Purple was already jealous of her. She stole all of Red's attention and tries her best to rub it in his face. Becuase at this point, it was kinda obvious Purple had a big crush on his best friend Red.

He watched as they talked and smiled, doing normal couple things. But as he watched, he noticed how Red would glance at him more than he thought he would. Their eyes met a couple times as well, both smiling a bit at each other. But Purple found himself not knowing whether to smile like an idiot or be surprised. Because every time Red looked at him, his small pupils grew bigger. Like they would after getting those eyedrops from the eye doctor.

"Red." Purple said, grabbing the boys attention away from the girl next to him. He watched as the boys pupils dilated once again, and the questioning look appear on his face. "Look at Jess then back at me real quick." He smiled, trying not to giggle at how confused Red looked. But even though Red was confused, he did as told, not knowing what this was about.

Purple felt butterflies erupt in his stomach at the possibility that Red may love him. But he also had to question if it was romantic love or friendship love. But he didnt care, because he was going to tell him. Via sticky note.

Quickly jotting down his little confession and why he asked for Red to do that, he got up. Folding the sticky note, Purple handed it to Red and quickly headed for History. The bell hadn't rung but he knew the teacher would let him in to study in peace.

By 7th period, Purple was regretting giving Red the sticky note. Because Red was his ride home and he may have ruined that. Because what if Red really doesnt like him like that and he confessed for nothing? That would completely embarrass him.

"Dont forget to read chapters 6 through 10." Mr. Dib called once the bell rang and his students jumped to leave. The only one not jumping to leave was Zim, who was probably going to harass the poor man again. Zim, in lack of better words, was a hoe. Of course, he wasnt, but sometimes Purple had to wonder. Because once that boy finds someone attractive, he tended to not leave them alone until he was satisfied.

"Zim staying back with Mr. Membrane?" Red questioned, falling into step beside Purple. Purple nodded, trying not to let his mind think of the sticky note.

"Yeah. I feel bad for Mr. Membrane. He never gets a break from Zim." Red laughed in agreement, knowing it was true. "I mean, sure he's pretty hot but Zim could get him fired." Purple groaned. He would hate to lose his science teacher, especially since Dib made the class fun. There was always a new story to tell or some cool group project they got to do.

"I'm sure that wont happen. The man should know not to succumb to a needy teen like Zim." It was Purple's turn to laugh then.

And things stayed normal for the ride home. Both just talking about the usual things and even some random stuff that pops to mind. It wasnt until they got close to Purple's home that the conversation turned to the sticky note confession.

"So my eyes really dilate when I look at you?" Red questioned, glancing towards Purple before looking back at the road. He didnt really believe that but he wasn't going to deny he liked Purple. Ever since Purple moved to their town 5 years ago, he's liked him. It's why he always does things to accommodate him. Like bring him lunch, stay up late when hes ranting about something, and even the air freshener in his car. They where all simple things, but they mean more than just simple friendly gestures.

Purple began to pick at his jacket sleeves, trying to think of what to say. He could say yes but that didnt feel like a good enough answer to him. Plus, maybe he was just imagining it all. "It could have just been a different lighting. But yeah." He said, nodding and staring at his lap. Purple could feel his cheeks heating up and his stomach do flips. He was nervous that Red would tell him he didnt feel the same as he did. Which, he wouldn't really blame him.

"I guess it would make sense then," Red began, turning down Purples' street. "Because I do love you." He admitted, glancing at Purple who quickly looked at him.

"You do?" Purple asked hopefully.

"Why else would I do the things I do for you?" Red laughed, pulling into Purples' driveway. He put it in park and looked at Purple.

Purple smiled, looking back at his lap. He always just thought Red was being nice.

"So, how about a date this Friday?" Red questioned, watching Purple smile like an idiot. Purple quickly nodded his head, unbuckling his seatbelt and hopping out.

"I cant wait." Purple said, closing Red's door and practically running to his house to tell Tak about this.

#human au #invader zim #purple #red #rapr #gay #lgbt

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draconicmatriarch · 5 years

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In young Suzaku's room, it seems the windows had been torn off their hinges and flung across the room. The place was a wreck, and there was no sign of the young dragon anywhere. Not under the bed, nor in the closet. But as you look around, you find a note pinned to the wall with a strange, dark nail(?). It reads: "You should be careful of which dragons you associate with. It might harm those dearest to you. Give Tal'um my dearest regards. Tell him his teacher has come home." -Adragol

As the stars reached their full light in the indigo sky, Kia laid the young prince down to bed. The leather bound book titled Rakuen taken from his tired fingers and put on the shelf by a loving mother. Guards patrolled the walls and shinobi glided silently along tiled rooftops. All seemed at peace in the realm of the Southern Queen as it had been for decades.

It struck quickly, more violently than any storm, and without the prior warning. The earth dragon Hanega, Kia’s personal stealth guard, was only able to react at the moment of impact. The wall of stone she rose up could not slow the indefatigable foe. With her view obscured by debris, she threw a kunai into the shadows. It was uncertain if her mark hit, but the sensation of heat crawled down her body. She pressed her hand to her chest, pulling back a sticky crimson palm; Hanega had been struck. The setting swooned and she fell back, dregs of her strength clinging to the roof as the beast invaded the room of the prince. Suzaku’s screams brought out a surge of resolve as Hanega summoned stone after sharpened stone to lacerate the enemy.

The shinobi woke up in the queen’s arms, Kia screaming for an answer.“Hanega! What happened? Where is Suzaku?!“Dragon. Too fast. Didn’t even sense ‘em. The prince was cryin’.” Kia called for the healers. “Don’t worry ‘bout me. Let me lie here. The prince. He’s in danger.”

While Hanega was tended to, panic flooded Kia with thoughts of the worst to come. I can’t lose another child. Never again. She took a step toward the waystones toward Shahin’s world. The absentee father could rally his army to find him. But Kia stopped. If he hadn’t been a part of Suzaku’s life for six years then not even this could make him care. Kia clasped the dark note and knew she had to go to Tal’um to find where her quarry would be. Leathery wings opened, their veins illuminated by that uncaring moon, and she set off-- hellbent to find answers.

#tornscales #NPC Feature: Hanega #((oooo boy he did it now))

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3rdyearstuff · 3 years

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Formative Submission end of Week 5

Presenting the work as a “pass it round” object held a performative aspect to the work. And I had prior to showing the work, been carrying it around before I shared it with the group. I carried it because metaphorically I don’t know where it could authentically reside so I have to just hold this thing until I find where it belongs. I’m not sure yet how I could transfer this performative aspect to a gallery space if it were to go there.

When invited to pass the shoebox around a person noted the expressions of people looking in and realising what

was inside the box, a little bit apprehensive at first then a realisation the object inside was a (mock) placenta.

In engaging with the work this way, each person could feel the weight and look closely at its construction if curious. And the group were “allowed” to prod the work and this permission gave an intimate informality to the presentation to the work. I want people to touch my work.

The object as a placenta drew comments on possible loss due to miscarriage and a passing comment about burying the placenta. So it seems disconnection/disapora at birth to whenua wasn’t really made explicit in the work and that’s possibly because most of the group except Eugene are non-māori and don’t know the nuances of a māori worldview. I could possibly point more towards this world view somehow without being too didactic.

The shoebox holding the placenta attracted comments about whether there was a sense of shame or the not, maybe contextualising it as “semi-precious” but not memorializing it. While not being on display, rather something put away and this idea may have made the work somewhat ambivalent. However, shame certainly sits along side most adoptions.

The materials I used don’t sit with my IPO other than being of a domestic nature like the egg trays I used, but the qualities of the materials provided the effects of a bodily organ for example the wobbly weightiness of the placenta body, the leaky plasma creeping out into the box and the sticky umbilical cord.

Describe how does your work relate to your IPO (Independent Project Outline):

My formative work represents my disconnection to my (birth) whenua through the process of closed adoption. The ghosted (in its colour) placenta is transient in that there is no known home for it to returned to, I don’t really know my place – “nau mai place”, a piece of me I pull out now and then and shamefully declare this disconnection. The “passing around” eluded to how being passed on to others at birth and also the intrigue of being the adopted subject.

Formative Assessment - Lecturer comment:

“Kia ora Ange, Congratulations on a fantastic start to the semester. I’m interested in what lead you to the decision to move from the abstract forms you had been making to a more literal form in this final work? While I acknowledge that it is particularly evocative content, I think the commentary you have made about your critique is really telling. I am particularly moved by the idea that you are carrying your metaphorical Whenua with you and that you don’t know where to place it. I have distinct memories of being in Ronopai with a group of students and a Kuia explaining that the pito of all the tribe is embedded within the walls of the whare and a student completely freaking out around the proximity to the pito. There are some questions that I would ask around these ideas of bodily connectedness and Tapu and Noa. I didn’t feel the need to poke or prod your work this might be either that I have become very hardwired not to touch art or it might be that a Whenua (metaphorical or not) is tapu and I ‘m not sure how to disentangle these instincts. For me the performative nature of the work was a little undone by the handing of it around the group. Your work blog is looking great and I am excited to see your work progress as the semester continues. Well done” Eugene

Indication of student achievement in relation to the Learning Outcomes for the paper:

1. Initiate and develop an independent project. Your project should proceed from a coherent Independent Project Outline (IPO), which may proceed from your work from the previous year but must make reference to other artists and critical texts. The resulting work should demonstrate the use of the IPO and the material cited, in the development of your own thinking. It may not fully resolve, but it should demonstrate a suitable level of originality and creativity, with a growing awareness of the contemporary art context. Excellent

2. Investigate relationships between concepts, media and processes. Consolidate an appropriate "economy of means" in the media you have chosen. You should evidence exploration of media, and the relationship between media, process and concepts, to produce a suitably technically competent body of work. Very Good

3. Develop competence in self-directed inquiry to produce studio projects. At this point in your studio study, we expect a substantial amount of work from you, both in the nature of inquiry (e.g., exploration) and of production (i.e., making things). The work only begins with the IPO, and we expect the development process to continue throughout the semester, and for it to leave you in a strong position to resolve the year’s work in semester 2. Excellent

4. Contribute to critical discussion in relation to their own work and that of their peers. Your participation in and response to critique of your own work and others becomes increasingly important as evidenced by discussions with your tutorial Rōpū lecturers, group critiques including at Formative Assessment and Practice Forums. Excellent

5. Present their work in a considered and appropriate manner. Your project in its entirety should be well and appropriately presented, including the use of a workbook/workblog to show evidence of investigation (both contextual and the history of the things you make). A growing awareness of exhibition technologies and conventions is expected and should be demonstrated when work is presented for critique and assessment. Very Good

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carryonmywitingson · 6 years

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Crash Landing on Chorus

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9: I Remember

~at the Mother of Invention, some time ago~

Ohio looked herself in the mirror when she'd gotten out of the shower. She looked at the diamond ring hanging from the necklace Felix had giver her. She sighed and shook her head slightly, as if to try and physically shake away the memories of him. After she'd gotten dressed she heard a slight knock on her door. "Come in!" she said as she hid the necklace by putting it inside of her tank-top. The door opened to reveal Washington. "Hi" she said and smiled at him. She was about to go kiss him but stopped when she noticed his facial expression. "What's wrong?" she asked. Washington hesitated. "You're... You're being sent out on a mission. Alone." he said. "So? I've been on many missions before?" she responded. "I know but this is different. What if something...." he took a deep breath. "What if something happened to you? I mean you've got no back up-...." he started but Ohio cut him off. "I'll be fine, okay?" she said and softly kissed him. "Nothing's gonna happen to me. But I appreciate you worrying about me" she said. "Not go. If I am being sent out I need to get ready. I love you" Wash nodded and pecked her cheek. "I love you too. Just be careful" he said before leaving. Ohio smiled to herself before she started putting her armor on.

As Washington waited for Ohio to return he thought he'd talk to the other Freelancers. As he made his way over to the cafeteria he met North and York. "Hey guys!" he said but they just looked at him. "Hey bud...." York said. "Is something wrong?" Washington asked and frowned. North sighed. "Wash come take a walk with us." he said and motioned for Wash to come with him and York. "We we're actually looking for you." York said as they sat down in the cafeteria. "Why were you looking for me?" Wash questioned unsure of why the conversation was so serious. "North you tell him" York said but North shook his head. "No I think you should tell him" North said but Wash was getting inpatient. "Tell me what?" he asked and North sighed. "It's Ohio" he said. "Ohio....?" Wash said "Did something happen? Is she alright?" he said with a slight panic in his voice. "Yesterday she was declared MIA and when Recovery came back they only had her dog-tags. She's now officially declared KIA Wash" North explained. "B-but... how.... S-she promised.... she said that she'd...." Wash said and he could feel the tears running down his face. "They believe the Meta got to her."

~Chorus, present time, small time skip~

"Oh, dude, were you speechless? 'Cause that's a first!" Tucker said to Felix with a smile on his lips. "You...you're dead!" Felix said the anger vibrating through him. He aims his pistol at Tucker but Ohio positions herself between them. "Don't think for a moment that I won't shoot you" Felix said and Ohio stood up. "Go ahead" she said as the targeting lazer of Carolina's Binary rifle appeared on his head. "I wouldn't if I were you" Carolina said, Felix turned around and puts up his light shield. "Ugh...you know those sticky grenades kick like a mule! But I hear these newfangled laser blasters are quite lethal!" Sarge said with a laugh. Locus uncloaks and appears between Felix and Ohio. " The mission is a failure. Protocol states we are to report to Control immediately." Locus said to Felix. "They're injured! We can kill them, now!" Felix angrily responded. " No! We follow orders." Locus said and looked around at the others as he pulled out a teleportation grenade. "Let me assure you all: This is not over!" he stated as he threw the grenade at the ground and they disappeared in a flash of light. Tucker now collapsed from his wound and Dr. Grey rushed to his side. As the rest of the reds and blues cheer on their victory Washington looks around. "Wait. Where's Ohio?!" He yelled. "She must have gotten caught in the teleportation grenade and gone with Felix and Locus" Epsilon stated. "We have to get her back!" he told the others. "First we need to get Tucker stable!" Dr. Grey shouted at him. "He's loosing a lot of blood!"

As soon as Ohio realized she'd been teleported with the mercenaries Ohio drew her pistol and aimed it at Felix. Locus turned invisible and tried sneaking up behind her but Rho appeared and warned her. She turned around and fired a shot in the hopes of hitting him. She fired another and hit him in the shoulder. She ran up to him and kicked him in the face, sending him flying across the room. Ohio aimed her pistol at Felix's head. "You're not gonna shoot me Naomi" he said as he slowly walked towards her. "You don't know me anymore." she said. "I know you better than you think. I know you better than he ever could" Felix said referring to Washington. Ohio adjusted her grip on the pistol as he got closer. "Prove me wrong" Felix said as he grabbed the gun and pressed it against his visor. They stood like that for almost a minute before Felix spoke up. "Didn't think so" he said and that made Ohio throw her gun and start punching him in frustration. Felix started backing of and blocking. He caught her hand mid punch and looked at her. "You've still got the same fire" he said before pushing her back making her fall over and loose her helmet. She quickly stood up and assumed a fighting stance. "I'm not gonna fight you" Felix said and Ohio moved closer to him. "Yes you are. C'mon? What's the matter?" she asked while shoving him slightly in the chest. Felix just looked at her. "You're still wearing the necklace, aren't you?" he said. That made Ohio stop, she could almost feel the chain around her neck becoming heavier. It was almost as if it was burning itself into her skin. "Did you throw away the ring?" he asked, taking her silence as an answer. He took his helmet off and dropped it on the ground as he walked closer to her. He saw the think silver chain sticking up above her collar. His face was so close to hers at that moment, close enough to kiss. He reached for the chain and pulled it up to see the ring hanging there just beside the diamond that adorned the chain. "I told you.... I know you better than anyone" Felix said. "And when this is all over we can go back. A new place... A new restaurant... Maybe we'll get that kid we once talked about..." he continued and Ohio could feel a mix of emotions as well as the tears that were forming in her eyes. "Help us... It'll be just like old times... Naomi and Felix...." he hesitated "Talia and Isaac.... C'mon... You still have the ring that must mean something, right? Help us finish this and everything will be just like it was before, better even" he said and put his hand on her cheek. "Please love.... I don't wanna loose you again" and that's when Ohio started getting angry. "Loose me again? You left me!" she yelled in his face as she pushed him away. "I didn't have a choice baby..." Felix said. "Didn't have a choice?! You always have a choice! Why did you leave, huh?! Why? Tell me, what made it so easy to leave after everything we'd been through? WE WERE GETTING MARRIED! And you just left a note on the counter-top! Nothing you say can change that! You just up and left, no explanation, nothing! So don't pretend you ever loved me! Or that you ever cared!" She yelled and punched him in the face as hard as she could. Felix spat blood on the floor and started getting angry too. "D'you think I wanted to leave you? I. Didn't. Have. A. Choice!" he said and shoved her. "I never wanted to hurt you. I loved you! Heck I still love you!But it was the only way I could save you!" he yelled as he grabbed her by the shoulders. She looked him in the eyes. "Save me...?" she asked quietly, not knowing what to say. Felix looked down and let go of her. He took a deep breath and told her everything that happened after she'd left that day. Before Ohio could respond Locus had become conscious again and walked up behind her. He threw her to the ground, knocking her out cold. "What was that good for?!" Felix yelled at his companion. "We have a job to do and I cannot let her distract you" Locus responded. "If you hadn't done that she might have switched to our side!" he yelled at him. "Do you really think she'll leave her friends? Do you really think she'll leave her lover for someone who left her? Lied to her? Do you really think that she's forgiven you?" Locus asked and Felix was left speechless. "Tie her up. We need to talk to command"

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WHAT A JOURNEY IT HAS BEEN

After Graduation, nag-enroll na agad kami sa Review Center. Saturday and Sunday yung review sesh naming sa Tagaytay. Ayon yung pinili kong schedule kasi ang original plan ko, magpapart-time ako during weekdays. Reason kung bakit gusto ko magtrabaho ay para narin syempre may sarili akong pera, nahihiya na ko sa parents ko syempre graduate na ko technically dapat nagtatrabaho na pero dahil may board exam, kailangan ko na naman ng pera parang isang buong sem din yon. Tsaka naisip ko kung di ako papasa at least may scapegoat ako “NAGTATRABHO KASI AKO, DI AKO NAREVIEW NG MAAYOS, KAYA AKO BUMAGSAK” HAHAHA habang nag-aaral na ko nabasa ko na tawag jan sa ganyang palusot, CONSTRUCTING OBSTACLE , isa sa Safeguarding Tendency ni Tito Alfred Adler or pwede ring EXTERNAL LOCUS OF CONTROL ni Pareng Julian Rotter kasi isisisi ko pa sa outside force ang future pagbagsak ko or di kaya RATIONALIZATION ni Lolo Sigmund Freud. Pagtapos ko matutunan yon, sinabi ko sa sarili ko “MAGFOFOCUS AKO SA REVIEW! AYOKONG BUMAGSAK! AYOKONG MAGKAROON NG REGRETS SA FUTURE NA BUMAGSAK AKO DAHIL SA DI AKO NAGREVIEW OR GUMAWA AKO NG SARILI KONG OBSTACLE.”

That day, nabuhay ang katawang lupa ko! GAME FACE ON. Naghoard ako ng mga notepads na iba-ibang kulay, highlighter, manila papers, markers and other school supplies and kaartehan ko sa pag-aaral (washi tapes, cutie sticky notes, assorted gelpens, etc.). Gusto ko kasi every review sesh ko , nag-eenjoy ako. Halos every 2 weeks, nag-guGroup review sesh kami nila Yanyan at Kia, yun rin yung time na magsstock kami ng school supplies, “UY! NBS TAYO HA? UBOS NA BALLPEN KO..UBOS NA YUNG…” Sa Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf madalas yung sesh namin kasi don yung peaceful talaga , we spent maximum of 6 hours don and minsan sa SB , nakakapulubi grabe! HAHAHA Pero iba rin kaya yung feels kapag wala ka sa loob ng bahay niyo nag-aaral. Syempre dahil coffee shops yon, less higa at kung anu-anong ritwal pag nasa bahay ka. Masaya yung feeling na nasshare mo sa kanila yung part na alam mo and at the same time nadadagdagan yung alam ko dahil sa mga inputs nilang bago plus HOTTEST CHIKKA. HAHAHA Matik na, kasama yung #GirlTalk. Mas stress out na talaga, nagsisine kami pag may budget pa.

SOLO REVIEW SESH

Naki-usap ako sa parents ko na gagawin ko ng totoong kwarto yung tinutulugan ko. Hindi kasi ako makapagfocus kapag sa baba ako nag-aaral. Pinalagyan ko ng table at upuan don. Ginawa ko talaga studyspo #2 (kasi may studyspo naman ako sa baba), member rin ako ng studyblr kaya madaming study tips and learning styles ang nakukuha ko at nasshare ko rin. Habang tumatagal yung review, mas kumakapal yung papers at reviewers ko. Thank you kay Papa, siya yung gumawa ng DIY divider ko dahil nanghihinayang ako bumili at alam ko naming crafty yung tatay ko at ako nalang yung nagdesign. Thank you rin kay Mama, lagi siyang sinusunod yung gusto kong ulam, nagtitimpla lagi ng gatas (kahit may lactose intolerance ako) pero pinipilit ko kasi kailangan, tagabili ng snacks ko at nakapa-alala sakin na MAGPAHINGA. Sa ate at kuya ko na hindi ako pinagawa ng gawaing bahay, salamat sa inyo! Kahit na alam kong minsan nagseselos na rin kayo, Sorry.

Sa pagrereview ko natutunang kumapit sa kape. Sinabi ko noon, ayoko abusuhin yung kape dahil gusto ko magagamit ko siya pag kailangan na talaga, which is nangyari nga. Salamat sa mason jar ko, sa mga iba’t ibang ice coffee mixture na naimbento ko HAHAHA Medyo nakuha ko na nga yung lasa ng MEXICAN CHOCOLATE ng CBTL HAHAHAHA CHOS.

Review Routine

*Ito yung sample ng typical day ko nung review pero syempre di naman ako robot, nagdedeviate rin ako sa schedule ko.

*** Technically, 7 to 8 houuuurs parin naman tulog ko. HAHAHA mas gusto ko lang mag all-nighter kasi tahimik na yung paligid mas nakakatulong makapag-absorb ng infos.

Bago pala ang pagrereview ko magstart, hinanap ko sa baul yung college notes/reviewers na mapapakinabangan ko pa. Itinabi ko talaga yung mga yun para sa future use which is ito na nga. Inalam ko yung effective na learning style sakin. Ang colorful ng notes ko nung college at gumagawa talaga ako ng reviewers para sakin at para sa tropa.

Kaya bumuo ako ng strategy na gagawin ko sa pag-aaral para hind maging boring!

Para mas madali akong makapag-aral, naging mas organize ako. Nagcolor coding ako sa 4 SUBJECTS NG EXAM.

PINK for Theories of Personality

ORANGE for Psychological Assessment

YELLOW for Abnormal Psychology

GREEN for Industrial/Organizational Psychology

Lahat ng files inayon ko sa kulay na yan. Folders, notepads, ballpens, highlighters at sticky notes. May nabasa kasi ako na mas maganda nag anon para ma-train yung brain natin.

Nagdikit ako sa pader ng kwarto ko ng mga “NOTE TO SELF” “REMINDERS” “GOALS” and others. Yung Monthly calendar ko may mga events at plan na tapos yung nilalagay ko sa bulletin board ko ay yung WEEKLY TASKS na dapat kong maacomplish then may reward every week! REWARD YOURSELF. Yung mga gagawin ko pang nextweek nakasked na agad yan para alam ko yung free time ko kung may ganap.

Sa first month ng review ko, umasa ako sa online lectures ng isang site tapos gumawa ako ng reviewer at print ko. Helpful yung online lectures na yon kasi pag may hindi ako nagets pwede kong i-backward or i-pause, learning at your own pace talaga! Yung moment na yon parang warm-up muna bago ako sumabak sa totoong pagrereview.

Yung next 2 months ng review sesh ko, ONE SUBJECT PER WEEK talaga ginagawa ko. Ayon yung naisip ko para madali akong makatapos ng e-books. **E-BOOKS LANG ANG MERON AKO WALA AKONG PHYSICAL BOOKS , BAWAL NA KAMI MANGHIRAM SA LIBRARY NG SCHOOL E. Tsaka wala naman ako mahihiraman. Thank you sa mga sites n may free downloads ng e-books. Oo, masakit sa mata mag e-books kasi iba talaga pag real books.

THEORIES OF PERSONALITY by Feist & Feist 7th Edition, FIRST EVER PSYCHOLOGY BOOK NA NABASA KO SA BUONG BUHAY KO. One week natapos ko siya, SOBRANG PROUD NA PROUD AKO SA SARILI KO NON! Tapos nagdrills ng TOP sa review center, mataas yung nakuha kasi syempre nabasa ko na yung book. Grabe. Nakagraduate ako ng college at may Latin honor pero di ako nakapagbasa ng buong book HEHEHE umasa lang sa powerpoints at book chapters HUHUHU kaya medyo nakasisis na SANA PALA NUNG COLLEGE NAGBASA NA KO NG BOOKS EDI SANA RE-VIEW AT REFRESH NALANG ANG NAGAGANAP NGAYON. After ko nung book na yon, na-hooked ako sa mga theorists na yon! Nakakainspire yung stories nila at yung hugot nila sa buhay kaya nahirapan ako magmove-on! HAHAHA parang gusto ko nalang magTOP nalang palagi. Basa then sulat ng notes simultaneous kong ginagawa. Mas maraming senses ginagamit mo mas tatak daw sa utak e. Mas madaming senses gumagawa, mas effective mas pagod ka. HAHAHA After non sinunod kong basahin yung book ni Schultz & Schultz, then medyo madaliang basa kina Engler at kay Owen na books.

PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT by Kaplan & Sacuzzo una nong book na binigyang pansin. GRABE! Nakakalula. Ito yung mas nakakaiyak na part kasi hirap talaga ako sa subject na to. Yung mga parts na kaya ko yung inaral ko uli tapos nagskip ako sa mga di ko ganong gets like regression and mga parametrics sabi ko sa review center ko nalang yon iintiindihin. Nagbasa rin ako ng book ni Cohen, Urbina, at Coaley. THE MORE THE MERRIER. AYON SABOG BRAIN CELLS KO HAHA.

ABNORMAL PSYCHOLOGY, yung kay Barlow & Durand talaga una kong sinubukan pero hanggang chapter 8 lang ako, napagod ako! Kaya lumipat ako kay Comer 9e, YEHEY! Dahil sa ganda ng pagkaka layout ng book niya, mas na motivate ako matapos yon. Nagbigay pansin rin ako sa buong DSM IV TR, one round ng basahan lang at lecture notes. Sabi ko no time na ko sa DSM 5 tutal medyo familiar naman ako dito, DSM 5 MADE EASY na book nalang binasa ko. Tapos nagsagot na ko ng mga drills online. Dito ko narealize na sooooooobrang daming information tapos 100 items lang yung sa exam!? HUHUHU ang liit ng chance na lalabas yung inaral mo. Minsan swertehan talaga.

INDUSTRIAL/ORGANIZATIONAL PSYCHOLOGY book ni Michael Aamodt ang binasa ko probably ng most test takers HAHAHA ito yung pinaka comprehensive na I/O book na available this time e. Magaling mag explain si Aamodt, first person kasi. Pero dahil feel ko ang unfair sa I/O na isang book lang binasa ko then sa other subjects 2 or more, nagsearch pa ko ng ibang helpful na books, then nakita ko yung book ni Landy, binasa ko rin siya pero hindi tulad ng ginawa kong pagbabasa kay Aamodt.

*Yung nga authors ng book, surname basis na lang kami e LOL

Sinasabi nila na ang sipag ko daw, paano ko natatapos agad yung books na yon. Pero nakakatawa mang isipin , hindi ko rin alam. HAHAHA pero di naman laging sipag lang, napapagod rin ako at umiiyak. Pero lahat ng iyak ko, patago. Ayokong Makita nila na nahihirapan na ako. Dumating sa punto na, sobrang sakit ng likod ko, yung leeg ko di ko nailingon na naman ng maayos (**may cervical kyphosis ako, yung spine ko sa leeg in reverse since 1st year college until now nag-iintake parin ako ng meds**), nagrerereview ako ng may neckbrace. Gusto ko na magpahiinga pero di ko ginagawa kasi alam ko paghuminto ako, saying yung time. Di ko magagawa yung task sa day na yon. Nagdadasal lang ako pag ganon na. Thank you, Lord.

Kapag napapatagal yung browse at scroll ko sa social media at panonood ng TV, naguguilty ako tapos sasabihin kong “ TAMA NA TO! AYAW MONG BUMAGSAK DIBA? MADAMING TIME PARA JAN, AFTER BOARDS TSKA KA MAGGANYAN!.” then ang alarm ko sa phone nakalagay “GUSTO MO PUMASA DIBA? BUMANGON KANA!”

DISCIPLINE YOURSELF.

Tuwing nawawalan ako ng pag-asa or malapit ng sumusuko, iniisip ko nalang kung bakit ako kumakapit.

AYOKO KONG MADISAPPOINT YUNG SARILI.

AYOKONG MADISAPPOINT YUNG IBANG TAO lalo na yung pamilya ko.

Gusto patunayan na KAYA KO!

Gusto ng additional valid ID !

Gusto ko tumulong sa iba AT MAGKAROON NG AMBAG SA SOCIETY.

LASTLY, nandito na ko e, LALABAN AKO!

May kasabihan nga na “NASA TAO ANG GAWA, NASA DIYOS ANG AWA” kaya naman I prayed harder. Kay God ako unang kumapit at humingi ng guidance. Dinagdagan ko yung mga Saints na dinadasalan ko. Nagsearch ako, nakita ko si Saint Joseph of Cupertino. He is the patron saint of air travelers, aviators, astronauts, people with a mental handicap, test takers and poor students. Since then, every night ko na siyag dinadasalan. September 18 yung feast niya, 9 days before yung day na yon, nag novena ako sa kanya. Tapos 9 days before yung BLEPP nagnovena ulit ako sa kanya.

Other Saints na noon ko pa dinadasalan at kinapitan ko rin ng mahigpit during the boards ,

o Our Lady of Lourdes- Patroness of those who are Sick

o St. John Paul II- patron saint of youth

o St. Anthony of Padua- patron saint of lost things

o St. Jude Thaddeus- patron saint of desperate cases and lost causes/ The Patron Saint of the Impossible

o St. Martha- patron saint of active, practical women, servants & cooks

o St. Agustine (Tata Usteng)- patron saint of brewers,

o St. Padre Pio- Patron saint Adolescents, Stress relief

o St. Teresa of Avila- patron saint of headache sufferers

o Ina ng Laging Saklolo- Patron Saint of the Sick, Police, Paratroopers and Grocers

Saturday and Sunday ang review naming sa review center. Pag hindi ako nagmamadali ng sabado, umaattend ako ng Healing Mass sa Our Lady of Lourdes Church sa Tagaytay, walking distance lang naman from review site e. Pero consistent yung every after review every Sunday na nagtitirik kami ng kandila sa Candel Chapel ng Our Lady of Lourdes (Green candle for good studies) Nakilala na nga kami ni “Ate” na tagabantay sa candle chapel e. After magtirik, umuuwi na sila. Nagsstay ako para magsimba tuwing 6:00pm tapos si Kia naman sa Victory ng Serin nagsisimba tuwing 6:00pm , after ng mass nagkikita nalang kami at sabay na uuwi.

Sobrang laking part ng OUR LADY OF LOURDES PARISH CHURCH sa tropa namin at sa sarili ko personally since college days. Unang beses kaming nagpunta sa simbahan na yon, last day of school ng first year 2nd sem, tandang tanda ko pa nakaneck brace pa ko non kasama ko yung first squad ko. Simula non, nagging panata na naming yon. Every after ng semester, naglalaan talaga kami ng time para magpunta don, magtirik ng kandila at magdasal. After ng boards, yung first Sunday non bago lumabas yung results, nakabalik na ko sa Lourdes para magsimba at magtirik ng kandila. This time, we’re planning na buong squad bumalik doon pra magpasalamat.

WHAT I DID before boards:

1) I STUDY HARD AND PRAY HARDER. Specific lagi yung dasal ko “LORD, LET ME PASS THE BOARD LICENSURE EXAMINATION FOR PSYCHOMETRICIAN THIS OCTOBER 29&30 THIS YEAR 2017. HELP ME. GUIDE ME TOWARDS THIS JOURNEY. SANA RIN PO 100% PASSING RATE, PUMASA KAMING LAHAT KAHIT HINDI PO AKO MAGTOP BASTA PUMASA KAMING LAHAT LALO NA PO YUN TROPA NAMIN PERO KUNG DI NAMAN PO PWEDE NA LAHAT KAMI SANA PO YUNG MGA TUNAY NA NAGSUSUMIKAP AT NAGSISIPAG ANG UNAHIN NINYO.”

2) NAGTASA AKO NG LAPIS SA LOOB NG SIMBAHAN. Sabi ng mga previous testtakers at lecturers ng review center, ipinatasa daw nila yung mga lapis nila sa previous topnotchers or mga previous passers or sa mismong lecturer.

Sabi ko sa sarili, di ko iaasa ang pagtatasa sa iba so AKO MISMO NAGTASA NG MGA LAPIS KO. Pero what’s new sa ginagawa ko? SA LOOB NG SIMBAHAN KO ITO TINASAHAN KASABAY NG PAGDADASALA KO. Patago pa yung pagtatasa ko before magstart ng mass at pagtapos ng mass. One month before ng boards, first Wednesday ng October, nagpunta kami ni Mama sa Baclaran. Nagsimba kami sa Ina ng Laging Saklolo, doon ko unang ginawa ng pagtatasa ng mahiwagang lapis. Next, last day ng review naming after non nagsimba ako tulad ng dating gawi, sa Our Lady of Lourdes sa Tagaytay, doon ko ginawa yung next lasa gaming ko. Lastly, ditto sa Parish ng subdivision naming kay Saint John Paul II, before magstart yung misa nagtatasa ako. By the way, yung mga pinagtasaan ko nasa iisang plastic yon, at dinala ko yon sa mismong day ng exam, nilagay ko siya sa bulsa ng uniform ko sa may dibdib katabi ng rosary ko.

Oooops! Di pa pala don nagtatapos ang tasa story, night before ng exam dumalaw sa condo naming yung isa naming prof si Sir A, lecturer rin siya ng review center RPm at RPSy, may dala siyang pantasa, tatasahan daw niya pencils namin. Nagsecond thoughts ako kasi tasado na pencils ko at gusto maniwala sa kakayahan ko sa pagtatasa LOL pero dahil kinabahan ako at wala naman masamang maniwala, kunuha ko yung isang lapis na hindi ko natasahan sa mga simbahan at ayun ang inabot ko kay Sir A.

All in all, APAT NA LAPIS ang ginamit ko during the exam, para di magtampo ang mga lapis kada 20 items na masasagutan ko nagpapalit ako ng pencil. HAHAHAHA

3) SONGS FOR MY SOUL PLAYLIST. Kapag nawawalan na ako ng motibasyon kakareview at feeling ko susuko na ko, ito yung pinapatugtog ko, di ko alam kung napapansin to ng iba sa IG stories ko. Gumawa talaga ako ng playlist sa spotify na puro worship & catholic songs. **nagSpotify premium ako for 3 months** HAHAHA Kung wala ka ng makapitan, kumakapit talaga ko sa mga songs na to. Uplifting kasi. Thaaankyouuu!

Here are few of the songs included in that list:

- Anima Christi (fave)

- Seek Ye First (fave)

- Take & Receive

- With All I am

- God Will Make a Way

- Ang Panginoon ang Aking Pastol

- One More Gift

- Tell the World of His Love

Pag normal days naman, instrumental songs lang pinapakinggan ko kasabay ng pagbabasa ng e-books. Yung walang lyrics para di ako makakasabay HAHAHAA

4) IPINA-BLESS YUNG LAHAT NG GAGAMIT KO SA BOARD EXAM, TAKE NOTE LAHAT!. Mgasususotin at gagamitin ko for two days! Uniform, sapatos, footsocks, lapis, ballpen, bra, panty, snacks and others. Si mama nagsabi nito, siya rin nagpush, ganon rin kasi ginawa nung firned niya na may anak na magbboard exam at nakapasa!

5) WHITE UNDIES. Sabi don sa review center, red panty daw ang swerte. Number 1, wala akong red panty. Number 2, wala akong balak bumili ng bago. Number 3, gusto ko gumawa ng sarili kong agimat.

White pinili ko kasi ayon yung kulay ng panty na mayroon ako na dalawang piraso. White means purity so I took the chance, pure yung heart ko na pumasa at pure yung intentions ko so I wear white. Thanks to my white panty, I passed!

6) An apple a day keeps the memory loss away( ako na nagbago ng saying na to HAHAHA) ’. Nung naggrocery kami day before the boards, nagpunta ako sa fruit section ng supermarket, bumili ako ng 2pcs. Na apple. Isa to sa weird kong ginawa at pinush kong kumain rin yung mga tropa ko nung breakfast time namin before yung exam. Nabasa ko kasi noon na Apples boost the brain by protecting against memory loss and lowering the occurrence of strokes. Dahil kinakabahan ako baka magka memory loss at itakihin sa kaba, pinush ko yung apple. Hiniwa yung apples, shinare ko sa squad. Hanggang Day 2, ginawa ko yon. J Thank youuuu, Apple <3

7) GOYA BITS & NIPS...YAKULT.. PIYAYA… Thank you!

8) OFFERING A SHORT PRAYER BEFORE, DURING and AFTER of every subject in the board exam.

Before the exam, nung binigay na yung form, pinagdasal ko lahat at nagging friendsly ako sa test papers and all (advised ni Dean), I prayed and I lifted all my worries to God. During the exam, kapag may questions na talagang di ko alam, I prayed n asana tumama yung wise guess ko. Kapag naririnig ko na yung tibok ng puso ko sa kaba, nagdadasal ako. After the exam, I’m so happy na nakita ko yung chapel ng UE Manila sa 2nd floor nung pababa ako right after ng 1st subject ng exam. Medyo konti yung taong nandon, I went there…I kneeled and prayed. Tapos before magstart yung next subject, I went there again and touched the saints (St. Jude Thaddeus & St. Therese) then sign of the cross. Basta ayon yung nagging routine ko sa two days ng exam. Yung pinaka last day at natapos ko na yung last subject, agad agad akong lumuhod don at bigla na kong naluha. Naluha ako kasi feel ko naalis na yung tinik sa dibdib ko. I’m done!

BLEPP DAY 1

Mga 4:00am na kami nagising nung Day 1, nagising ako na luto na ang almusal dahil maagang gumising si Ichan. Unang naligo at nag-asikaso sina Kia at Arriane dahil sa UE Caloocan silang dalawa. Ako na yung nagprepare ng palalagay ng lunch sa mga baunan namin. Binaunan narin naming sina Yanyan at Bianca ng lunch. Lahat nagmamadali nung araw na yon. First time ko sumakay gamit yung Uber App, thanks to Grace! HAHAHA Pagdating naming sa UE Manila, GRABE! Ang haba na ng pila, halos 30 mins rin kaming naghintay para mag-open yung gate. Pagpasok naming, agad agad na kaming naghiwa-hiwalay. Nagtanong ako sa isang usherettes …

Me: Kuya saan po yung SFC Building?

Kuya: This way po, akyat lang kayo jan.

Sabay kaming umakyat ni Grace, pero naghiwala rin kami kasi siya ay sa 3rd floor at ako ay sa 4th floor. Pag-akyat ko sa 4th floor, mga 6:28 na yon, eh 6:30 dapat nasa rooms na kami. OMG! Ang room ko ay ROOM 400, yung part na sinabi ni kuya na akyatan ko ay sa Room 420 nagsimula! YUNG BLDG. PALA NA YON AY PA-IKOT! Grabe yung takbo na ginawa ko para mahanap yung room 400!!! Hingal na hingal ako, buti nalang mabait yung proctor sa room ko, pinapasok ako habang yung iba nagsusulat na! Thanks God!

Hindi pa nagsstart yung exam proper, haggard na ako. HAHAHA *inhale exhale…inom tubig*** OKAY, I’m good! Nagdasal ako at nagsimula na yung exam.

THEORIES OF PERSONALITY, first subject.

Natuwa ako dahil nandon ang Trinity ( Freud, Jung at Adler) Tapos sinamahan ni Kelly, Erickson at konting Klein. Kung may tanong na sure kang tatami ka, may tanong naman na talagang mapapatanong ka na, NABASA KO BA TO? Elimination ang naging technique ko sa mga tanong na ganon at odd man out. May hope sa theories of personality, out of 100 mga 30-40 items ang di ko SURE AS IN then yung other items sure ako at wise guess talaga. Mga 30mins before yung time natapos ako, dinasalan ko uli yung answer sheet ko at pinasa ko na. Pagbaba ko doon ko nakita yung chapel ng UE, himinto ako don saglit at nagdasal.

Lunch break, sabay sabay kami naglunch ng tropa. May Packed lunch kami, prenipare nung maga tapos ako nagbiibit nung lunch nung iba.

Konting chikahan lang at tanungan ng sagot ng mahina dahil bawal! HAHAHA After lunch, dumaan uli ako sa chapel bago bumalik sa room.

PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT , second subject.

One hour bago ang time ng PsyAss, nagpapahinga nalang ako sa room at nagdadasal. HAHAHA Normal lang, walang kaba kaya ako kinakabahan kasi di ako kinakabahan yun yung feeling!

Pagkatanggap ko ng questionnaire ng Psych Assessment, NAGDASAL AKO ULIT. Grabe ito yung exam sa hindi talaga sapat yung 3 hours sa 150 items, nakakaawa yung brain cells ko that time, wala akong ma-retrive na sagot, gusto nang umiyak. THAT WAS THE SHORTEST 3 HOURS OF MY LIFE. Ni hindi ako makakain ng snacks ko. Ang dami kong erasure sa answer sheet, mga more than 10 siguro. Out of 150 items, less than 10 items lang ako 100% akong sure na tama ako. Nakakapanghina ng loob, yung mga topics na akala nyo sure win na lalabas ( like reliability, validity, normal curve, z-scores) WALA! WALA KAHIT ISANG POINT MAN LANG. Alam mong mahirap talaga yung subject dahil nung TOP ang subject, after an hour may natapos na agad! This time, halos lahat sinagad yung 3hours! Natapos ako mga 10minutes before the time, wala na kong balak i-review dahil wala rin naman akong magagawa dahi di ko na alam. Nagdasal nalang ako. Tapos after ko magpasa, dumaan uli ako sa Chapel ng UE sa 2nd floor, medyo naluluha na ako non.

Then nagmeet-up kami ng tropa with others, pati sila nanlulumo sa nangyari. Nagtatawanan nalang kasi feeling naming walang content validity yung exam at content underrepresentation ang naganap. Doon bumaba yung confidence naming na kakaunti na nga lang, mababawasan pa! Ako, si ichan at Grace ang magkakasabay umuwi sa condo, medyo naligaw kami at nagroadtrip! Di na kami nag uber para tipid ayon cutting trip kami buti nakauwi kami HAHAHA

Pag-uwi sa condo, nag-iyakan sila habang ako naghuhugas ng plato at lunchbox naming, sinasabi ko lang na “walang susuko hangga’t di pa tapos ang laban dahil may bukas pa!”

Gusto ko rin umiyak that time, pero walang lumabas sa mga mata ko. Sabi ko irereserve ko nalang mga luha ko pag-uwi ko bahay.

Medyo mas maaga kami natulog that night. Saglitang browse ng notes pero matatamlay parin kami.

BLEPP DAY 2

LAST DAY OF THE BATTLE.

Mas peaceful na sa gate dahil alam nan g bawat isa yung rooms nila. Ako rin, alam ko na yung best way para di ako tumakbo papunta sa room ko. Dumaan ako saglit sa chapel, at tumungo na sa room.

Abnormal Psychology na !

Sa apat na subject, ito talaga yung subject na may lumabas sa nireview ko. Walang diagnosis, halos puro etiology talaga. Mga 30-40 items rin hindi ko ganong sure, pero pwede! After non, dumaan uli ako sa chapel then lunch break then resume na.

Industrial Psychology, last subject.

More on Observational learning yata ang lumabas dito at mga theories of motivation. Ayos naman din pero napaisip ako kung sasabit scores ko dito kasi pag-uwi naming sa condo, nabasa ko yung tweets ng ibang test takers, nahirapan daw sila sa Industrial! Pero kaming Piyu peeps, sa psych assessment talaga super nahirapan.

Scenario sa Condo after Day 2 ng BLEP

May kakatawang nangyari sa condo dahil sa mga impulsive acts na nagpaligaya sa mga ids nila HAHAHA ayon napa-multa ng di oras. Wala ng budget for swimming sana kinabukasan. Hindi na rin makapagdinner ng bongga dahil yugn ang plans dapat. HAHA Kaya kaming dalawa nalang ni Ichan ang nag-ambagan para makapagcelebrate kahit papano. Bumili nalang kami ng bucket sa Jollibee then dinala naming sa condo. Tinry rin naming yung strawberry fries, EWWWWW never again! HAHAHA

Kinabukasan, mas prepared na yung breakfast naming. Pancakes and others pero di naming napansin yung time at dumating na si Supremo (condo owner) , check-out na pala naming kaya ayon nagmadali kami mag-ayos ng gamit at naglinis.

Before ako umuwi sa bahay, nagkita kami ng bestfriend ko, si Cybel. Grabe, mangiyak-ngiyak ako sa pagkwento sa kanya nung naging resulta. Pero nabawasan yung stress ko nung kinausap ko siya at nung sinabi niya yung side niya. Dahil sa mabigat yugn bag ko non, siya na nagbitbit nung isa. Macho talaga tong bestfriend ko e. HAHAHA

Tapos umuwi na ko, ayon ang una kong chinikka sa pamilya ko ay yung happy moments and experiences then nung sa part na ko ng exam, naiyak na ko bigla. Hirap na ko mag-explain basta nagsorry na ako kasi feel ko di na talaga papasa. Tapos tahimik lang ako, nagdinner ako then umakyat na sa kwarto ko at doon ko binuhos yung iyak ko na ilang oras ko ng pinipigil.

THE AGONY OF WAITING

Mas kinabahan ako sa paghihintay ng results kaysa sa boards. Kasi alam kong wala na kong magagawa at tapos na. Si God na yung bahala kung ipapasa nya ako or hindi.

Oo, i-aim ko rin naman magTop sa boards kasi kapag mga drills sa review center lagi akong kasama sa highest Top 5 so kahit papano naisip may laban naman. But because of how the exam turned out, napasabi talaga ako kahit di na ko magtop basta pumasa lang! SObrang okay na ako non.

Nov. 6, buong araw nag hihintay ako pero wala pa. Kaya Nov. 7, yung expected date ng released maaga akong gumising. Tapos bandang tanghali nagsiesta ako pero gumising ako wala parin. Nakakabalisa yugn paghihintay. Buti nalang madaming choices ng games sa messenger, naaliw kami kahit papano.

*hindi alam ni Mama na that day irerelease yung results, sabi ko kasi after 3 months pa, tapos na nagulat ako alam ni ate—sinearch niya pala.. kaya pala tinatanong ako “wala pa no? wala pa diba? Sabi ko “ alin? Anong wala pa?” HAHAHAHA nag-aabang rin pala siya at refresh ng refresh sa page ng PRC LOL *

So sabi ko, mga gabi to lalabas like last year. Last year yata around 11pm na yon kaya napuyat kami non tapos next day midterm exam naman ayuuuun BANGAG! HAHAHAH

*around 7pm di ko na kinaya yung kaba, sinabi ko na kay mama na that day irerelease yugn results, shoookt siya e! Tapos ayon nakikirefresh na rin siya sa page ng PRC. Hanggang sa ginabi na talaga, pinatulog ko na sila.

One hour before irelease, nagchat ni Bestie about sa kaharutan HAHA tapos ayun nag telebabad muna kami sa phone kakachikka after non umakyat na ko. Tapos kachat ko na si Yanyan.

Lights off na ko kasi sabi ko hihintayin ko habang nagkahiga. Bigla tumunog phone ko GRABEEEE! NAGTWEET NA YUNG PRC!!! 10:26 PM NAGCHAT AKO SA GC NAMIN PSYCHTIBISTAS “ FOR REAL, NANJAN NA” tapos lahat nagseen, nananhimik lang din sila na naghihintay.

Sabi ko ang una kong titignan pag release ng results ay yung Performance ng Results, then yung topnotchers then yung list of passers pero that time wala na! Topnotchers then passers na. Nasa topnothcers palang ako nagpop-out thumbnail ni Bestie “PASADO TAYO!” SHET SPOILER! WALA PA NGA AKO SA NAME KO E. KINLOSE KO AGAD YON. Tapos nagscroll ako, I WANT TO TO IT WITH MY OWN EYES… Then ayun!

575 BARRAMEDA, JAMAICA NOCUS

“PUMASA AKO!!! AKO TOOOOO!” Ayan yugn sinabi ko tapos umiyak na ko..iyak na parang walang luha na di ko malaman basta ang saya! Tapos tumakbo na si ate at mama papunta sa kwarto ko, niyakap at kiniss nila ako tapos teary eyes rin sila. GRABEEEEEE! ~Nabunutan ako ng tinik. Ang sayaaaa! After non, isa isa ko ng hinanap yung batchmates ko, 13 out of 15 ang pinalad. Highest passing rate in Cavite parin kami at may bonus pa na Top 7(si Ichan). Tapos ayon, nagvideo call si Bestie para icongrats ako, tapos naiyak kami HAHAHA tapos chinachat ko si Yanyan kasi di pa siya online then ang videocall rin kami, naiyak siya akala ko nakita na niya, tinatanong niya ako kung pasado daw siya pero ayoko siya ispoil kaya sabi ko tignan niya tapos ayooooon iyakan na naman. URGHHHHH GRABE! ANG SAYA pero partial lang kasi sa squad naming may isang di pinalad, pero we know na may better plans si God for her.

Hanggang ppagtulog ko ang saya, 4:00am na yata ako nakatulog non then 7:00am gumising ako. THAT WAS THE BEST 3 HOURS NA TULOG KO TAPOS ANG GOOD VIBES PAG GISING KO HAHAHAHAH. Pinagawa ako ni mama ng informations ko kasi daw dadalhin na niya sa mga politico na sponsors ko para mag thank you at pang tarpaulin. Grabe ang dami kong tarps HAHHAHA Ginasgas naming sa GC yung “RPm” yung mga names naming pinaglalagyan ng ganon. Halos 1 week rin akong nagrereply sa mga comments at messages nang mga taong nagccongrats sakin, famous feels CHOS HAHAHAHAH

Ni-look forward naming agad yung Testimonial Gathering at Oath taking. Gusto na ishare yung journey ko sa future RPms. Hehehe

To future BLEPP Warriors,

I am more than willing to share with you my self-made & self-compiled reviewers and practice test. Just e-mail me at [email protected]. Don’t be shy :)

THANK YOU SA LAHAT NG TAO NA NANIWALA AT SUMUPORTA SAKIN.

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