I’ve decided to take part in a Cambridge Architecture Essay prize and I’ve completed by first draft but my teacher told me I needed more personal opinion in my essay and recommended a few books for me to read, so I’ve taken parts of each book that I think can help me, and I’ll get started with editing my second draft tomorrow! ヾ(o✪‿✪o)ｼ
I only have a week of half-term but I’ve got a million things to do so I’m trying my best!
“Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go 10,000 miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on Brown people in Vietnam while so-called Negro people in Louisville are treated like dogs and denied simple human rights? No I’m not going 10,000 miles from home to help murder and burn another poor nation simply to continue the domination of white slave masters of the darker people the world over. This is the day when such evils must come to an end. I have been warned that to take such a stand would cost me millions of dollars. But I have said it once and I will say it again. The real enemy of my people is here. I will not disgrace my religion, my people or myself by becoming a tool to enslave those who are fighting for their own justice, freedom and equality. If I thought the war was going to bring freedom and equality to 22 million of my people they wouldn’t have to draft me, I’d join tomorrow. I have nothing to lose by standing up for my beliefs. So I’ll go to jail, so what? We’ve been in jail for 400 years.” ~Muhammad Ali
MUSCLES are tense. The sting of spray and the pressure of a sterile gauze burns the healing wound. It earns a sharp flinch and tug of arm, while fingers flex with the strain. “agh, CAREFUL. I know the spray’s taken care of most of it but it still hurts. Don’t tear my arm off either, I need that.” He’s not too much of a fussy patient, thankfully. Still. He can be a bit of a complainer.
The German is patient, letting the man voice his distress. One pale hand pinned Leon’s wrist to the table as the other sprayed the gash, keeping his arm in place as it threatened to pull away in protest.
“I know it hurts. I know this isn’t ideal. But I’m the only one here with any kind of medical degree, and you nearly lost this arm already. If I don’t clean it out and dress it, you’re going to spend your first few hours of safety getting prepped for amputation.”
Pale blue eyes are focused as he works, sterilizing the needle.
“You’re allowed to complain, but I have to do this. Focus on something else, describe what attacked you.”
This is your daily reminder that a person doesn’t have to speak English to be worthy of your respect. This is your daily reminder that English is a stupid language and can be extremely hard for non-native (& native) speakers to learn and grasp. This is your daily reminder that the U.S. is a multicultural society and we have no official language nor was English the first language spoken here. This is your daily reminder that the world is a big place full of millions of different cultures and it costs you nothing to act like a decent human being and respect your fellow humans. This is your daily reminder not to be a f*cking a**hole.
okay so my drafts are low ( well, low for this blog lmfao ) and I’m very much in the mood for some fresh things over here so mutuals can consider this a starter call!verse etc will vary and they’ll probably be short and/or lyric/book starter things depending on where the inspiration strikes. and if it doesn’t, then I’ll hop into your IM to throw some ideas around <3
“Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go ten thousand miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on brown people in Vietnam while so-called Negro people in Louisville are treated like dogs and denied simple human rights? No, I am not going ten thousand miles from home to help murder and burn another poor nation simply to continue the domination of white slave masters of the darker people the world over. This is the day when such evils must come to an end. […] The real enemy of my people is right here. I will not disgrace my religion, my people or myself by becoming a tool to enslave those who are fighting for their own justice, freedom and equality… If I thought the war was going to bring freedom and equality to 22 million of my people they wouldn’t have to draft me, I’d join tomorrow.”
The home was bustling with movement and chatter as everyone sat and stood around excited, chatting and laughing. I remained in the kitchen attempting to finish the brownies I had promised my mother I would make tonight but of course I found myself distracted earlier so I was now having to finish the dessert while a million other pots, pans and dishes sat around the kitchen filled with various types of light food options for the guests.
Guests of all relations filled our home to celebrate my brother’s big day. He was only 18 years old and yet he was about to fulfill the dream of a lifetime and be drafted to play in the NBA. Much more than I accomplished when I was 18 years old.
Of course the excitement was through the roof. My parents were ready to celebrate. Other members of our family were ready to celebrate. Even his friends and girlfriend who filled our living room were ready to celebrate his big day when his name would finally be called. I was just thankful that Julian had made the trip back home to Michigan with me since he was on vacation.
He stood leaning against the counter watching me as I filled the pan with the brownie mix. I smirked as I looked over my shoulder towards him. “Are you going to help or are you just going to watch?”
“Oh I’d much rather just watch. I don’t want to screw anything up,” Julian smiled.
“You’re killing me, Ju.”
“I love you too.”
It felt good to be back in Michigan after having moved to Gelsenkirchen to be with Julian. My parents weren’t always for the move. They thought it was a terrible idea for someone as young as me to be committing myself to living with my boyfriend but I had done it anyway and they seemed to find peace with my decision eventually. It was hard for them to hate someone as sweet as Julian Draxler.
“So how is it going to feel when you get to say your brother is an NBA player?” He questioned as he continued standing in his position, messing around with the fruit that decorated the bowl on the center of the counter.
I gave a soft shrug. “I’m just ready for him to pay me back for all of those times I was forced to drive him to basketball practice,” I joked. It was funny how I was surrounded by athletes, successful ones at that, when I had no athletic bone in my body. I guess that success hadn’t rubbed off on me.
Julian looked behind him to the room in the background filled with everyone seated around the television talking. His eyes seemed to linger on my grandparents as he said, “They’re adorable. Your grandparents I mean.”
I couldn’t help but smile myself when I looked over at them, my grandfather currently helping my grandmother up from her chair and walking her to the other side of the room. “That they are.”
“How long have they been married?”
I sighed just thinking of the length of time the two had spent together. “65 years. You should hear the story of how they met.”
“Maybe my grandpa should tell you but to make a long story short, he met her at this diner she was working at. He’d always come in and order the same thing, try to make conversation with my Grams but she never really entertained the conversation. She thought he liked the other waitress working there so she paid him no attention when he flirted. Eventually I guess she gave in because they went on a date and the rest is history. It’s an adorable story. Gives me a bit of hope for the future.”
I placed the pan of brownie mix in the oven and turned the temperature up to the appropriate level while listening to Julian talk behind me. “Wow. Sounds like something out of a movie.”
I burst out into mild laughter. “That’s because it is.” His face screwed in confusion and I felt compelled to let him in on the short-lived joke. “That’s because it is a movie. I made it up.” A banana was quickly thrown in my direction but I just as quickly ducked to avoid its collision, barely able to contain my laughter. “Okay okay! So maybe they didn’t meet in some cute little way but they’re still adorable.”
“You’re a sick girlfriend, you know that? What if I tried to talk to your Pa about that story? He would have looked at me as if I was stupid.”
I couldn’t help but laugh even louder now, imagining Julian complimenting my grandpa on his guts to continue pursuing his wife even after her initial refusal. Man, maybe I should have waited to tell him the truth. “I’m sorry, babe. It was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. I’m sorry.” I gave him a playful pout before walking closer to him, pinning his body against the counter so I could attack his lips. He didn’t avoid my kiss.
“Can you two not be so gross when I’m trying to get food?” I grimaced hearing my brother’s voice sound throughout the kitchen before I backed away from a chuckling Julian.
“Can you go back to where you were, superstar?”
Devin playfully popped his nonexistent collar and gave a cocky smirk before reaching for one of the cookies sat out on a dinner plate. “Nope.” He didn’t offer any more playful banter, instead returning to his place in the living room amongst everyone else.
“Hey can I ask you a question?”
I turned to Julian and nodded. “Sure.”
“Do you see us lasting that long? Like 60 years from now being able to talk to our grandkids about us?” I beamed a proud smile before taking his hand within mine. He raised our intertwined hands and placed a kiss to mine while awaiting my answer.
“Of course I do. There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.”
He cupped my cheek and I thought he was going to plant a kiss to my lips but he instead just looked me closely in the eye, nearly making my heart skip a beat. “Good. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought of proposing to you the past few weeks but I wasn’t sure when exactly the right time was. I didn’t want to do it anywhere spectacular because I know you’re a stickler for simplicity…”
As soon as Julian dropped to one knee my eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t believe what was unfolding in front of me. It felt that everything was happening in slow motion as he pulled a small black box from his back pocket and popped it open to reveal a gleaming diamond ring.
“Will you marry me?”
I couldn’t even fumble myself a way to an answer at first, too busy chocking on my words until I muttered a low yes followed by an enthusiastic reiteration. “Yes. Yes!” I nodded vehemently to show my assurance and Julian smiled widely, slipping the ring on my finger. I could hear shouts from the next room over as they all yelled for the start of the draft show, completely oblivious to what was happening some feet away but I was too entranced in my own world to pay attention to that noise as I looked to the ring fitted perfectly on my finger.
I had no doubts that Julian would be the man to love me when I was no longer this young and beautiful.