i thought it was important enough to share

A much more experienced friend and I had a conversation yesterday about magic and the nature of sensing it.

This is someone who magically speaking, I consider to be a human battery. Still, she said even she sometimes has doubts about her own work. Yet I, the barely-above-witchling level practitioner, had power in my little oils and powders that she could sense, objects that I’ve always worried felt dead when I touched them.

Basically, it’s way easier to sense other people’s energies than it is to sense your own. It’s like tasting air; you’re constantly surrounded by your own energy all the time, so that’s just what feeling “normal” is like for you. It’s a lot easier to recognize a foreign energy in something.

What I took from it is, if you can sense what other people are doing but don’t feel like you can do things yourself, it’s likely NOT because you’re weak. In fact, you might have more power than you thought you did, but just are so used to your own energy that it just doesn’t feel like anything. It’s a discernment problem that is very common, not a marker of your ability!

I just felt like that was important enough to share.

Altean Lance Theory

So this is all the evidence I’ve found. Stick with me.

So we all know the beginning- In Episode one, while Lance was piloting, the blue lion was able to make a wormhole jump to Aris. The argument is that they did it without Allura’s help, and it’s been said in the show that it is Allura’s connection to the castle that makes wormholes possible. (Coran: We might have enough of Allura’s essence stored in the ship to make one jump…)

The thought is that Lance shares the ability to use his essence to make wormholes, and thus is Altean.  Honestly, I find this really shaky and unfounded in itself because Allura’s life force could have been stored in the lion like the ship…

Or not. If the castle alone could barely hold enough essence for one jump, then I doubt a single lion could do better. But still, Lance isn’t Allura. It’s very important that Allura and Alfor are the only Alteans that have ever piloted the Castle of Lions. They’re the royalty, probably because of their ability to interact with essences around them. It seems highly improbable for Lance to be Altean royalty. 

But then again, so was Keith being part Galra. And if we Earthlings know anything about royalty, it’s that there’s always that odd cousin or nephew or aunt that barely counts but is, in fact, royalty. It’s possible one of these were on Earth when Altea was destroyed and stayed because they had no where else to go.

But wait, there’s more! Remember Haggar? When we first meet her, she tells Zarkon she “Feels a resurgence in Altean energy”. At first I overlooked this, but it’s actually important. When Allura meets Haggar face to face, she’s surprised that Haggar is actually Altean. Altean. Meaning one Altean sensed another, even galaxies (an entire universe) away. 

So let’s go back to when Allura meets Lance:

 “Your ears… they’re hideous. What’s wrong with them?”

Ouch. Remember, we’ve been taught that Alteans are a chameleon-like, peaceful race. They’re born and bred for diplomacy, and we’re talking about a princess. If Allura found herself confronted with a foreign person, I’m willing to bet her first instinct would be to be nice and ask questions carefully because it’s been drilled into her since day one of Princess Life. And yes, I hear your argument, she just lost her father! She’s not thinking clearly! 

True, but if you’d just lost your father, you’d be screaming for his location and well being. Allura calls for him, of course, but stops when confronted with the new problem of the person in front of her- a curious boy who looks different then she thinks he should. And why is it such a puzzle? 

Maybe she senses Altean energy in him. Maybe she felt something familiar in him, and felt safer bringing out her Anastasia-side (Get it? History joke) because she felt he would already recognize her. She is his princess, after all. 

So in recap, Lance is not only Altean but royalty, as seen in the wormhole incident and Allura’s immediate recognition. 

Altean Lance shall live.

Guys listen I’m just really wrecked over the fact that belle could have taken her and the beast anywhere in the world but she chose to go to the tiny little cottage she was born in. And not so much the fact that *that’s* where she wanted to go, but the fact that she was comfortable enough with the beast to take him someplace so deeply personal to her.

Like I know he says to “think of the *one* place she’s always wanted to see”, but even if this was the number one place she wanted to go, I think she could have summoned enough of a desire to see any wild and exotic place if she was uncomfortable with him going to Paris with her. But she wasn’t. She didn’t have a problem potentially being completely vulnerable in front of him. And like wondering about her mother and her childhood was probably something she thought about a lot. So getting to go there was probably a hugely important experience for her and she wanted to share it with him. and just, wow I’m feeling a lot.

Peacock and Other Theories

I thought about it on my way home and so I’ve basically jumped off the turtle!Nino bandwagon and jumped on the peacock!Nino bandwagon.

I have a lot of reasons for doing so. 

One, as was stated in my previous post, Nino shares a color scheme with Duusu–that being red and blue–as well as the eye print theme - 

This is important because a majority of the other miraculous holders share color schemes and themes with their kwami - 

Pinks and blacks (cuz Tikki seems more like a deep pink than red), plus, Tikki has freckles like Mari if you look closely enough at the image above. Additionally, Marinette has spots on her clothes.  

Adrien only has a black shirt, but his eyes are green like Plagg’s and his shirt stripes, while also having yellow, are variations of green and purple (the inside of Plagg’s mouth is purple). 

Alya has oranges in her shirt and has a general warm color theme in her hair and eyes. Also, depending on Trixx’s final design, the kwami will either have matching yellow eyes to Alya’s (as it looks like it does above) or purple eyes as was in what was initially announced of the fox design. Either one works as Alya has purple accents in her shirt. Also, she has that beauty spot and Trixx has little spots above their eyes. 

Yellow and black, stripes, blue eyes. Pretty obvious I think. 

Furthermore, I had previously argued that Nino looks more like a turtle than a peacock as far as his facial features, but I’m not so sure anymore. Nino’s nose has always been rather exaggerated and I presumed to think he looked like a turtle because of how his smile turned out, but I think it would be silly not to admit that Nino’s nose is rather beak-ish. 

And while his hair could look rather shellish–in reference to a turtle–it could also be flat like a peacock’s. With the symbolic adornment of Nino’s hat in place of the sticky-up feathers. 

The other miraculous users look respectively like their “animals” too, as I’ve pointed out before. I don’t have comparison pictures of Mari and Chloe, because they don’t look like actual bugs, but their features are small and “buggy,” so that’s worth considering. Also - 

Cat. So much cat. 

Wide smile beneath a cute nose. Fox, fox, fox (I called this one WAY before the spoiler, just fyi. It’s so obvious). 

So yeah, anyway. Peacock!Nino. I know the peacock we’ve seen is clearly feminine, but if it is Mama Agreste, I don’t see her as being the active peacock miraculous holder. She doesn’t fit the age demographic for being a hero and the kids already have their teacher/guide in Master Fu. I would imagine that scan is of the past or a short time period of use, or is symbolic. Whether it’s through Adrien or Mama Agreste, I think Nino has a good chance of eventually getting the peacock, especially with that eye shirt he has as well as being Adrien’s best friend. 

Like usual, this is all speculation and really holds no basis in canon. It’s all based on my observations, as usual, which change depending on the info released, but as of now, this is just an idea I had floating around in my head. I also think it would be really cool to see Nino sporting something as flamboyant as the peacock. He’s so chill, I assume he would pull it off swimmingly, especially since he’s already a performer :D

Oh, also, since we were talking about color and design connections, I’d like to show you this guy - 

Next to this guy - 

Next to this guy - 

Next to this cutie - 

Next to this guy - 

Colors and designs sure are interesting, huh (and scarves sure do a good job of covering things up, hmm?)



I'm in a 'Thank you' mood...

It has been a very interesting (and difficult) start to 2017 for me. I have met new people, made new friends, had suicidal thoughts, fallen in love, been lied to and cheated on by the person I loved, been scared shitless about fucking up my life… just so many things. And it’s thanks to all the lovely angels that I have become great friends with, as well as the friends I made last year when I first joined Tumblr, that I have survived.

@dadshirtking, @heart-attack-harry, @happilyinlovewithharrystyles, @ifheartscouldfly, @bigdicksquadd, @nicegoodgolden, @two-swallows-above-a-butterfly, @secret-rendezvous1d, @moonlightharrys, @harrysart, @fayestardust, @haarrrrry, @never-enough-harry, @fairylightsstyles, @stylishfluff, @aboutalighthouse, @yetanotherharry, @magic-view, @canistay-haz, @packerhaz, @stylesunchained, @trulymadlysydney, @highlightstyles, @loveyooumeanit, @jojoleemac, @androgynoustyles, @emmy1dwriting, @hismyaestheticx, @lokiwinchester@stylishmuser,​ @styleshasalovelysoul, @manipsandeditsof1d, @happy-pride-harry, @adorkablehazza, @harryisthebaneofmyexistence, @legend-waitforit-harry​, @lcseventeen​ and so many more!

All of you have helped me in some way and I hope I can repay each and every one of you someday. Whether you live in America, Europe, Australia or Asia, it doesn’t matter. The distance doesn’t matter. 100 miles apart or 9,000 miles apart, I am extremely grateful to know all of you beautiful sunshines. Because of you, Tumblr has become a safe home for me in which I can share my thoughts and not be judged. All the private chats I have had with you guys has made my life just that little bit brighter. All of you are so important and precious to me, and every day, I wish to help you with whatever’s troubling you, just like you have helped me. I can never thank the boys enough for allowing me the chance to meet you and always remember that I love you and I am here for you whenever you need me.

All the love

Olivia xx

Hey everyone! I thought I would share my painting process with you all. I hope it is both simple, and informative! I cannot emphasize the importance of the value thumbnail stage enough–it really defines the mood of the whole piece, and is the foundation for all later stages. If you want to improve your ability to use value, contrast, and lighting to your advantage I suggest doing studies similar to my cinematography studies here.

To view the original piece, click here~

One More - Jughead x Veronica

This was requested!
To be honest, I really struggled writing this (as you can tell by its dismal length); we barely get any Jughead/Veronica interaction in the show!
It ended up having more of a friendship vibe but I suppose you can read into it any way you want.
I apologise if it is sub-par. I tried.

“The Blue And Gold seems to be going pretty well,” Veronica remarks idly as she gazes at the stacks of the school paper at their office.

“You and Betty did a good job with the playbook,” Jughead nods, looking slightly impressed, “Breaking and entering huh?”

“No one messes with a Lodge,” she grins, looking victorious.

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Why is diversity important in the practice of law?

A couple of months ago, I applied to a scholarship that asked me to answer the previous question. It was angry, it was honest, and I thought it wasn’t going to be PG enough for the committee. Yesterday, I found out I DID get the scholarship. While I am very thankful to have received it (it means I can afford to buy my textbooks next semester) I have often come back to the essays that I wrote in order to remind myself… why the hell I’m doing this in the first place. So as usual I thought I’d share

Why do you believe that diversity is important in the practice of law?Despite many advances, our country is still confronting an incredible dissonance of identity. We call ourselves the land of the free and home of the brave; yet we quantify how much “freedom” our citizens deserve based on their skin color, religion, and income, and refuse to let some of us call this our “home” even when crossing oceans and borders just to get here was the bravest thing we’d ever done. No one understands a struggle, as well as the ones that live it. Who better to understand our country’s issues than those that live in a dissonance of identity every day like minorities in this country do? Who better to shape the definition of America, than those that struggle with being “too” American and American “enough” every day of their lives?

Our laws, regulations, and public policies are the framework in which our society is built on and lives through. The law is words put into action. Those with the power to make law, decide what it means, and what it should be, determine who our country is and who our country will be. We need more diversity in the practice of law so that when those important decisions of policy and law are made, our experience and issues are taken into serious consideration without being dismissed, not simply for ourselves, but for the future prosperity of our country. A fragmented community cannot grow, and without resolving our issues with race, immigration, religious differences, and income disparities, we will never be united enough to prosper.

What can we do to promote and support diversity in the legal profession?

Give us examples to follow. Give us a lot of examples to follow. Help more minorities get to and through law school. Then help them succeed even after law school. We can expose our children to what they could dream to accomplish every day, but without seeing themselves in a concrete example, in someone that looks like them, and speaks like them, and has experiences like theirs, those ambitions will remain abstract dreams and not realities.

When I was 16 I saw Elle Woods graduate from Harvard Law School in the film Legally Blonde and I knew that I wanted to be a lawyer. By 18, despite having graduated as a National Hispanic Merit Scholar, at the top of my class, and with a full scholarship, I also knew that I could never go to law school. I didn’t know any lawyers; my parents didn’t know any lawyers. Elle Woods was blonde and rich and I was brunette and poor. That’s what life had taught me in those two years, that’s how strong and pervasive the lessons of inequality continue to be in our country.

It wasn’t until ten years later that my high school students would finally help me unlearn that terrible lesson. My students were refugees, immigrants, band geeks, cheerleaders, gang leaders, mothers, fathers, orphans, and poets. They would come into my classroom tired and sleepless because they were working all night, because the baby hadn’t stopped crying all night, because they hadn’t stopped crying all night for the mother they left behind in El Salvador. But when I told them that education would help them reach their goals, that they could go to college and most importantly that they could graduate from college, they believed me. They believed me because I look like them, and speak like them, and I can never say no to a bag of Takis or a plate of pupusas just like them, and I had done it. With my braids and Spanish accent, I had graduated.

My last day in my classroom, I sat on the floor and cried because I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving them, until Guadalupe told me, “Miss D. if you can’t do it then how do you expect us to do it? You said we could and we can, so now you have to, too.”

I’m a first-generation American, first-generation college graduate, Mexican-American woman and English is my second language, and in 2019 I will be a law school graduate. Because underneath every single one of my identifiers that I am so proud of, there is an entire population of Americans that didn’t have the privilege and blessings that I did to be able to overcome the obstacles that every single one of those identifiers puts before us. Because I cannot let the world say that any part of who I am limits me; I cannot say it for myself or for all my students that inspired me to fulfill my dreams. That’s what keeps me up at night, even after 12 hours of studying, even after ramen noodles and no sleep. To be a more diverse law community, we need more diverse students becoming lawyers, because once we do we will never forget that this is not just about us… this is about everyone like us that couldn’t and everyone after us that should.

Dear Alexander, It’s Quiet Uptown

Summary: In which you and Bucky are forced to live with the unimaginable.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,715

Warnings: Major Angst, Character Death

A/N: Hamilton still owns me so here I am writing another song fic because of it. This one is a mashup of Dear Theodesia and It’s Quiet Uptown (with a small reference to Stay Alive - Reprise)  and is NOT connected to my Helpless/Satisfied fics.

@avengerstories Thank you, as always for being a queen and editing this.

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“Do you remember when I told you that I’d never love anyone more than you?” Bucky asks, voice wavering and eyes unable to meet yours. “I lied.”

“That’s alright,” you whisper tiredly, placing your hand over his. It’s been a long day and your ability to fight is nowhere to be found. At this point, it’s a struggle to even keep your eyes open. “I understand.”

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So my year so far is a success. I don’t care what else happens for the rest of it, the beginning was super successful. 

After Yuri On Ice ended, I realised I had friends who shared their names with the main characters, and as a result decided I needed to convince said friends to watch it despite the fact that neither of them have ever had any interest in anime in general. Uri is now almost at the end of the series but has said almost nothing, Viktor has watched two episodes and won’t shut up. So I decided to share some of what Viktor said because I for one find it hilarious (in order of when I remembered the exchanges)

  • “So Yuuri’s reaction to being told a naked, attractive foreigner who might be his idol, I think, was in the family steam bath naked, was to run to the steam bath to watch him be naked?”
  • Upon first seeing Yuri Plisetsky: “Oh my god, did you see him slink around that corner? That was so graceful! Like a cat! OR AN ASSASSIN!”
  • “Are we in Russia? We’re in Russia.”
    Later: “Is it the norm in…what the hell country are we in?”
  • “Everyone’s just yelling at Yuuri in public places.”
  • “They don’t need much to hide Viktor’s doodle, do they?”
  • “The ballerina teacher scares me. She’s too happy.”
  • About Yurio: “Ball of anger. Skating ball of anger. He’s a Skating Ball of Anger. On ice.”
  • Viktor: “So Yuri’s whole plan was to go to Japan and scream Viktor’s name? He knew he was at the Hatetsu Ninja House. Why didn’t he just go to the Hatetsu ninja house and go from there like ‘Where the fuck is Viktor?”
    Henry (Viktor’s friend): “Maybe he didn’t know where the Hatetsu ninja house is.”
    Viktor: “Then he should grab some random Japanese person and go from there like “Where the fuck is Hatetsu Ice Ninja House?!”
  • To the tune of the Carmen Sandiego theme: “Where in the world is Viktor Nikiforov?”
    And “Where in the world is Yuri Plisetsky’s parents?”
  • “This 15-year-old goes to Japan without telling anyone and the only one who cares is his skating coach.”
  • “Old man skating coach is going to have an aneurysm dealing with these…RUSSIAN PUNKS!” *Inane giggling*
  • “Hahaha, Russian punk…what a dumb nickname.”
  • “Viktor gave Yuuri the sexy music because he wants to bone him. And the 15-year-old got the other music because 15-year-olds doing sexy dancing? Ew, no.”
  • Viktor: “Why is Viktor naked?”
    Henry: “Because he’s in an onsen. You wouldn’t go to a public bath fully clothed.”
    Viktor: “…I might…”
  • Viktor: “Yuri is definitely the hangry type.”
    Me: “I dunno, I think he’s just angry.”
    Viktor: “Or maybe he was really hungry when he kicked that bathroom door.”
  • “Honestly, doesn’t he know how rude it is to interrupt someone when they’re having a bathroom cry?”
  • “Drop-kicking someone in the face is a national greeting in Russia.”
  • Viktor, about the triplets: “Oh god, what the fuck are those?”
    Me (being a hypocrite because I keep calling them gremlins): “Children.”
    Viktor: “…Ew, children. Children, ew.”
  • “Ew, people. Ew, press conference. Ew, Viktor Nikiforov.”
  • In a Batman voice (While physically shaking Henry): “WHERE IS VIKTOR NIKIFOROV? WHERE IS HE?!”
  • About Christophe, during the credits: “I have found best character.”
  • “Why is he eating victory food when he hasn’t victoried?”
  • About Georgi: “Who’s this guy standing like he’s the hottest man alive?”
    “He’s probably the hottest man alive.”

Part 2 (since people requested it)

Why I need Grant to see the video is really important and I wanna share it

So, um, I’ve been handed really shitty cards in my life. I almost died being born and they had to do something, which gave me CP. I couldn’t talk until I was 6; I was bullied all through elementary/middle school. My mom split when I was 7, my grandma then died of cancer. Things were shit. And I thought, ‘man, this can’t get any worse’.. Well, it did. High school rolled around and I went to an arts school. Despite people telling me ‘you aren’t good enough; you can’t do anything; you. will. fail.’, I started doing daily workouts, to get stronger, thanks to The Flash. I don’t know why but Barry Allen (Grant Gustin) gave me hope. I had no one in my corner, except my sister. Then, he said ‘believe in the impossible’, well, I did. I believed I could walk; I believed I was strong, because of him. Even with my scars and everything I’ve done to myself, I got back up; it felt like he was lifting me up; pushing me to keep going. One more day, just one more day, I’d tell myself when I had a bad day. Honestly, I would be dead if it wasn’t for him. So, please, please, please make him see this video. Please. He’s literally my will to live.

centralkvetchmonolith  asked:

Why do you have to destroy full lyrics notebooks? Space concerns or contractual obligations or compulsions or?

Because of the possibility, however remote in the near term, of somebody besides me getting their hands on them: at that point, they’ll “share” (=make publicly available forever) them. To me personally the publication of people’s work posthumously without their explicit permission is horrifying - obviously, there are plenty of social evils worse, I don’t think people who read Kafka are monsters, it’s human to want to read stuff by people whose writing you like. But I personally don’t read Kafka: he explicitly asked his friend to destroy his stuff. (Some people like to assert that there’s an ambiguity here but I don’t find the case at all persuasive and consider it a self-serving argument: “I want to read it, so I choose the reading that suits me,” essentially.) I won’t read any Salinger that gets published in the coming years unless he left explicit consent for publication. I am pretty hardcore about this. For myself, although I never expect to be Salinger or Kafka level famous/important, I know there’s enough people who, while fine people, would do math that said “at the end of the day, I don’t care what JD thought, I want to read these, and what does he care now anyway, he is either in the grave or the afterlife and this stuff doesn’t concern him any more.” Which is a totally tenable position by the way, just one I don’t share.  For me it’s a personal autonomy issue, which I think survives the grave, so destroy I must! I am a chicken about it though, because I’m sentimental, so, for example, I still have the Tallahassee notebook and most of the WSABH ones and if I get raptured today then whoever loots my office will “share” the stuff that wasn’t good enough to for me to personally share, and if I catch wind of it in Valhalla, then my soul will grieve, but no-one will care, because most people don’t care anyway and besides that the living can’t hear the moans of those that grieve in Valhalla. 

KBTBB Request - How the bidders react when MC breaks her foot head-canon

So I received a request from the lovely @dreamysushi for a head canon where the bidders take care of MC when she breaks her foot.

It’s been a good 3 months at least since I last posted a head-canon. This has honestly been down to a lot of things going on at once. A relative of mine was seriously ill and is struggling in their recovery, so I’ve been having to assist where I can in dealing with medical professionals regarding their condition.
I also posted recently about the shock of losing my youngest cat Kero at only 2 and half years old.

I have still been writing all this time, I’ve just not been able to write an awful lot. Hence the lack of updates. I am going to try my best to update more frequently from now on, so hopefully this will be the last time I have to address this sort of thing with regards to any delays!

Here we go!

Baba - Baba had been away gathering new artworks for the latest IVC when news reached him that you had been involved in an accident at Tres Spades.
If the fact that you had broken your foot wasn’t bad enough; Baba had been furious to discover that he was only being informed several days after the fact.
Abandoning his work; Baba was on the next flight back to Tokyo, with numerous thoughts as to how he was going to make the other Bidders suffer upon his return.
Baba was an easy-going man, he was rare to anger. But this was entirely unacceptable.
Arriving early the following morning; Tres Spades was still in a light slumber, with only a few guests making their departure as Baba walked briskly through the lounge.
After a member of staff at the front desk nodded to the thief, he went into the elevator and headed straight for the penthouse floor, where he discovered Soryu and Eisuke were already awake and discussing the next IVC.
‘You owe me ten thousand,’ Soryu commented dryly to Eisuke as he saw Baba walk into the room, though the thief could only feel thankful you were not there.
Neither could recall a time they had ever seen Baba so infuriated, though he seemed to calm a little at the knowledge that you had been well tended to in his absence.
‘The woman didn’t want to disturb you when you were away on business,’ Soryu remarked, trying to placate Baba as best he could.
‘I have only ever made one request when I go to retrieve pieces of art for the IVC and that is that you keep her safe,’ Baba responded, his voice tense as he regarded the two with evident irritation.
In that moment however, everything changed as Baba turned to see you in the doorway to the Penthouse Lounge, hobbling on crutches as you came into the room.
‘Good morning pretty lady,’ he smiled, his eyes radiating concern as he removed his fedora. ‘I was just about to come and join you. It’s still early…’
‘But you weren’t supposed to be home for another week…’
'How could I possibly stay away when my Princess is wounded?’ Baba responded, his words heartfelt as you smiled up at him. Though you soon caught sight of Eisuke and Soryu.
‘Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt-’
‘Not at all, make yourself comfortable,’ Soryu replied, sounding more friendly than you had ever recalled in the time that you had known him.
‘I was actually just going to try and rest a little more,’ you responded, offering Baba a warm smile when he strode up and swept you off your feet, leaving your crutches to fall to the floor.
‘Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t tend to my lady when she is in distress?’ Baba remarked, his expression warm as he kissed your forehead softly.
‘Boss, if you’d just bring her crutches,’ he added, glancing back with a dangerous air to his tone that Eisuke did not argue with.
Walking down the corridor, Mamoru had just appeared when, upon seeing Baba, he turned straight back for his room.
‘Mamoru? Are you okay?’ you asked in concern.
‘Ain’t enough sleep in the world is gonna make me ready for that conversation,’ he responded dryly, going back into his room as Baba ignored the detective and took you back to the suite you shared.
'Mr. Ichinomiya told you I’d fallen?’
'I’m sorry…I didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t intend to make you mad at the others. I just thought…’
'Don’t be silly beautiful lady,’ Baba assured you, kissing your forehead softly.
'I’d have been mad with them anyway. Your safety is of paramount importance to me,’ he remarked, trailing a slightly shaky hand through your hair as you realised just how much he must have fretted.
Leaning your face into his hand, you pressed a soft kiss against his wrist as he regarded you with surprise.
'I missed you…so much.’
'I missed you more pretty lady,’ he responded, his voice warm as he leant in to kiss you.
'I couldn’t wait to wrap you in my arms,’ he admitted, a slight blush touching his cheeks as you pushed yourself into his lap.
Over the next few weeks, Baba had been nothing but attentive to you.
He carried you like a princess from room to room as he prepared you favourite meals and gave you every moment of his day.
While at first you had been sure that the other bidders would tease you, they had been kinder than you had expected.
Though when you mentioned it to Baba something about his smile made you think he’d had some part in it…
'You shouldn’t be so mean to them…they were very kind while you were away,’ you remarked, chiding him lightly as he offered you a dazzling smile.
'I have to punish them for not taking care of my greatest treasure. You are the one thing that is irreplaceable to me and I will always protect you.’
Looking up from your place in his lap as you talked, you kissed him softly on the cheek, taking him by surprise and throwing off his whole plan as the other bidders walked in.
'Be nice,’ you murmured with a slight giggle into his ear.
Broken foot or not, he was going to punish you later for that. In the most loving way possible.

Soryu - When Inui had gone in to Soryu’s office after Eisuke was unable to reach him, Soryu had initially been annoyed by the interruption, until Inui hurriedly explained that it concerned you.
For you, Soryu would make any and every exception.
When he had been told that you had an accident at work; his face had completely drained of all colour.
Insisting that Inui divert all of his calls, Soryu headed straight for Tres Spades.
Finding Eisuke awaiting him in the lobby, Soryu ran to his old friend, demanding to know what had happened.
‘Luke’s tending to her now,’ Eisuke explained as they headed towards the penthouse level.
‘She was attempting to reach a fixture that appeared to be damaged when her foot caught in the ladder.’
‘Don’t you have maintenance for that? How could you let her do something so dangerous?!’ Soryu snapped, his tone irate as Eisuke regarded his best friend calmly.
‘Believe me, I have taken every step to ensure those involved have been sufficiently disciplined for their actions.’
Feeling the intensity of the mobster’s gaze, Eisuke promptly directed Soryu in your direction as a whimper of pain emitted from the room.
Bursting in through the door, Soryu found you, clutching to the sides of your chair with a pained expression, though at seeing your boyfriend, a smile of relief touched your lips.
'I’m here,’ Soryu remarked, his voice softening instantly as he took your outstretched hand and squeezed it lightly.
'I’m sorry…you were so busy today. I told Mr. Ichinomiya-’
'You are my priority,’ Soryu interrupted, lacing his fingers through your hair when you winced again in pain.
'What the hell are you doing to her?’ Soryu growled, reaching for his weapon as Luke glanced up, entirely unfazed by Soryu’s threatening tone.
'I have to try and determine the severity of the break in order to know how to proceed,’ he stated.
'Seems like a crime in itself for sexy bones to have a broken bone…’ He continued, mumbling to himself as Soryu resisted the urge to react to Luke’s comments.
'It’s broken?’
‘Without a doubt. I’m afraid you’ll be off your feet for the next six to eight weeks.’
'Weeks?’ you breathed, your voice stunned.
'There’s nothing I can do to speed up the healing process. The bones are still aligned. That’s what matters right now.’
Binding your wound and putting on a splint for support, Luke gave you some pain medication and crutches.
'Make sure you rest. Keep your foot elevated where possible for the first few days and under no circumstance should you put weight on that foot. Use your crutches. If you don’t, it will delay the healing process and potentially cause further damage if you try to walk on it prematurely.’
'Thank you Luke…I’m sorry to have troubled you.’
'Not at all,’ Luke responded dismissively, nodding to Soryu as he packed away his equipment and left you both alone.
Seeing the news settle in, your expression clouded over as Soryu watched your eyes glaze with tears.
Pulling you in close, you were surprised by his sudden embrace as you breathed in his familiar, comforting scent.
'You’re safe…that’s all that matters. Let’s go home,’ he breathed softly, holding you for a moment longer before lifting you into his arms.
'But you have meetings all day,’ you responded, looking concerned as Soryu pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
'You are far more important to me than anything else. The meetings can wait.’
Feeling a warmth in your heart, you couldn’t help but become emotional as you buried yourself in your boyfriends chest.
'Thank you…’
Taking you back to his condo where he didn’t have to contend with the other bidders, Soryu settled you onto the bed, heeding Luke’s advice and encouraging you to rest awhile.
After ensuring you were comfortable, Soryu assured you he’d be right back as he went to make a call.
Dealing with any matters Inui had for him, Soryu gave his orders and made arrangements to take the next week off to help you settle into your recovery.
When it had transpired that Erika had forced you to undertake the maintenance task which led to your broken foot, Soryu had been initially livid.
He knew of course why you wouldn’t have told Soryu or even Eisuke about it. But it was not something that either of them would let slide.
If it hadn’t been for Eisuke’s assurance that Erika had been fired with the threat of legal action over your injuries, Soryu would have headed straight back to Tres Spades.
But just knowing that you needed him was enough to calm the mobster and remind him of his priorities.
Over the next few days, Soryu took it upon himself to ensure you were well taken care of. He helped you between rooms, cooked for you and stayed in your company. Even if you were both silently engrossed in a book, you appreciated Soryu’s presence all the same.
In that time, Soryu on the other hand, had been reminded of how much you did for him. You were always so thoughtful and kind in the way that you cared for your boyfriend, but now, he was even more aware of all that you did for him.
Once you had started to be able to move around more easily on your crutches, you had wanted to get out of the house more. So, after some persuasion, Soryu agreed to take you to the Ice Dragons office.
While Soryu fretted you might overexert yourself, he soon came to realise just how much brighter you made his working day.
If you weren’t with him in his office, just hearing you talk and laugh with his subordinates was enough to make him smile. Everyone took to you so easily and they had come to see you as family. They’d have protected you even without Soryu’s orders. It was just your nature.
As you came into his office that afternoon, you had a bag on the handgrip of one of your crutches as you made your way to his desk.
'Hey, are you busy? Or can you take a break?’
'For you, I can always make time,’ he smiled, setting down his pen as you placed the bag on his desk.
'I asked Inui to take me to a new bakery I’d heard about, I wanted to get you something,’ you remarked, watching him open the box and reveal a beautiful array of cakes and pastries.
Standing up and walking around the desk, Soryu closed the distance between you as he captured your lips with his in a passionate kiss that left you weak in his arms.
'You’re perfect…don’t ever believe any different,’ he murmured softly in your ear, holding you close as you submitted to his sweet embrace.

Ota - Ota had been assessing some of Baba’s artworks for the latest IVC’s on a Thursday afternoon. The main showroom was abuzz with people setting up the stage and lighting for the IVC’s auctions.
While Ota had been forced to get up at midday, his mood was uplifted when he discovered that Eisuke had sent you down to assist with the preparations.
Hearing some of the workers complain about the positioning of one of the lighting beams, Ota was oblivious to them as he gazed fondly at you, only to be interrupted by a disgruntled Eisuke.
'I wouldn’t have called her down here if she was going to distract you.’
Glancing up at hearing their discussion, you immediately blushed at Ota’s gaze as you hurried along to do something backstage.
'Can we please get back to work?’
'Jealousy is a powerful thing. Fed up of the tactless bimbo’s are you?’
'Just shut up and check the authenticity of these paintings,’ Eisuke stated, ending the conversation when a large snap sounded from above them.
'Look out!’
Hearing your voice, Ota’s heart leapt into his throat as he turned in time to hear your screams as you struggled beneath the weight of the beam that had trapped you in an effort to push another member of staff out of the way.
'Get this off her, now!’ Ota shouted, running to your side and dropping to his knees as he gripped your hands in his.
'Ota…’ you breathed, your tone pleading as tears streamed down your eyes.
'It’s okay, we’re going to get it off you,’ he responded, his voice desperate as he turned to see that your foot was caught beneath the weight of the beam.
As two men lifted it off you, Ota quickly pulled you into his arms with Eisuke calling for Luke as he also knelt beside you.
'We’re going to get you up to the Penthouse,’ he remarked, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he looked to Ota.
'She needs to be somewhere quiet so that Luke can tend to her.’
After hearing the commotion, Soryu and Baba appeared, offering their assistance as you were taken up to the penthouse suite that you and Ota shared.
Throughout your ordeal, Ota remained unmoving, holding your hand as he remained by your side while Luke checked your injury.
It had shaken him to his core hearing your screams. The only thing shutting the all too fresh memory from his mind was the occasional comment from Luke and Ota’s own assurances that it would all be okay.
While you had some idea that your foot was broken, having it determined only sparked a wave of emotion as tears slipped down your cheek.
Feeling Ota’s hand grip yours, you turned to him as best you could as Ota moved to wrap himself around you from behind.
When Luke came to leave, he opened the door to find the other bidders hovering around just outside.
'I trust that I don’t need to repeat myself?’ Luke remarked with a slightly raised brow.
'Thank you,’ Eisuke nodded, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder before joining the other bidders.
'Jeez kid, you’re a lot tougher than I gave you credit for,’ Mamoru remarked as you wiped your eyes.
'It’s not good to see such a pretty lady cry,’ Baba sighed.
'You probably saved that guy’s life though, you’re a lot stronger than you look woman,’ Soryu added, evoking a weak smile from you as you thanked everyone for being so kind.
'I’m not going to partake in the IVC,’ Ota stated firmly, looking straight at Eisuke.
'It’s cancelled,’ Eisuke stated matter-of-factly.
'What?’ You responded in surprise, looking between the two as you noted how pale Ota was.
'I ordered safety checks to be carried out after what happened today. Until I am satisfied that nothing like this will happen again, there will be no IVC.’
'Just focus on getting the woman better. She’s tougher than she looks,’ Soryu remarked.
'Agreed,’ Eisuke chimed in as you smiled at them appreciatively
'Thank you…’
After offering a few more words, the bidders left you alone with Ota.
The moment the door was closed, you found yourself buried in Ota’s chest as he held you in a shaky embrace.
'Are you okay? Does it hurt?’
Hearing the worry in his voice, you could also sense a touch of guilt.
'Only because I had you beside me,’ you admitted truthfully.
'I was scared…but then you were there and I felt calmer. As though I’d be okay.’
'Hearing you scream, seeing you in so much pain…it took years off my life. You’re more than my muse. You are my everything. My whole life,’ he expressed, cupping your face in his hands as you both became tearful.
'So please…don’t ever leave.’
It was so rare for Ota to truly open up and bare his feelings to you. It was clear he was shaken, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he was already moving you to the bed.
'You should rest.’
’ Ota…’
'I can’t let you get cold now. So let me take care of you…okay?’
Finally relenting to his wishes, you allowed Ota to help you settle into bed before he got in with you. Allowing yourself to be wrapped up in his arms, you slept that way all night long, with Ota watching over you.
While you recovered, Ota took you to his studio almost every day and had you in his lap while he was sketching. Encouraging you to give him suggestions, he found his art taking a new direction as you offered your input.
The results couldn’t have been any more beautiful in his mind.
When you weren’t helping Ota with his art, he treated you to loving dates at home, in the comfort of your penthouse suite and assisted you as you began to regain the use of your foot.
Standing before you a few weeks into your recovery, Ota held your hands in his as you began to walk, feeling somewhat unsteady, though Ota would never allow you to fall.
Through it all; you both became undeniably closer, but if Ota had learnt one thing from that experience, it was to never take the ones you love for granted. He would never let you go a day without knowing just how much you mattered.

Mamoru - Being put on a kidnapping case, Mamoru had been working a lot of overtime during the last two weeks.
While you were perfectly understanding of the situation; Mamoru couldn’t help but feel some guilt at neglecting you when he finally returned home, only to sleep and shower before returning to the station.
While briefing several officers on the description and sketch of the suspect given by witnesses, Mamoru had initially been irked to hear his phone ringing and quickly nudged it to silent as he talked over the details with police, having recognised the ringtone as Baba’s.
With the child finally found and reunited with his parents, Mamoru was hoping to push the paperwork onto someone else and take a nap. He’d deal with the perpetrator when he was brought in.
Getting into his office, Mamoru grumbled at his office phone ringing. Ignoring it initially, Mamoru had barely sat down and lit another cigarette when one of the senior officers came barging in.
'What? Can’t you see I’m busy?’
'Detective Kishi, it’s your girlfriend. She’s been in an accident.’
How could this have happened?
You weren’t even working today…or were you? Spending the better part of his journey to the hospital trying to recall his last conversation with you, Mamoru felt the guilt weighing heavily in his chest as he breathed more deeply.
He hadn’t touched his cigarette’s since he received the message.
Running into the hospital’s main entrance, Mamoru had bolted straight for the desk when he heard another voice.
'Sakiko, where is she?’ Mamoru remarked, his voice straining as he tried not to let his emotions get the better of him.
'They took her for x-rays. We were out shopping and she got knocked into the road when we were stood at a crossing.’
'Shit…Shit. Shit!’ Mamoru breathed, pushing a hand roughly through his hair.
'She’s gonna be okay. They said it’s mostly just scrapes and bruises, it’s her leg they were most concerned about. Her foot got caught under a tyre.’
Turning to see Baba and Ota approaching them, Mamoru was confused as to how they knew he was here.
'Sakiko got in touch with the hotel when you didn’t answer your work phone in case you were at the penthouse and left a message. Eisuke sent us to find out how she was doing.’
'Maybe you should sit down, you look a little pale Mamo,’ Baba remarked, looking concerned as a doctor called for Sakiko.
'How is she?’
'Doctor, this is Mamoru Kishi,’ Sakiko remarked, a flicker of recognition showing in the doctor’s expression as she regarded him calmly.
'Detective, your girlfriend has been asking for you…If you’d like to follow me, I can take you to her.’
'Thank you.’
Feeling mild relief at the knowledge he could at least see you, Mamoru followed the Doctor down what felt like a maze of corridors as she explained your situation.
'We’ve determined that the break was not as severe as might have been expected with the way in which she obtained her injury. She will be off her feet for several weeks…’
'But she’ll make a full recovery?’
'Yes, with rest and a good support network around her. She will do just fine. Once she is able to put weight on her foot, we’ll schedule some appointments with our physio department to ensure that her recovery is managed. We’ve given her some pain relief and dressed her foot. She’s still quite shaken by what happened, so we’re just keeping her here for a little while longer to ensure she doesn’t go into shock. But given her progress, I’d say we can discharge her in the next hour.’
'Right, thank you Doctor,’ Mamoru responded, feeling as though he was barely digesting all the information as she stood aside to allow him into the room where you were currently resting.
'Mamoru…’ you breathed, your eyes filling with tears as you sat up to greet him.
'Hey there sweetheart,’ Mamoru responded weakly, showing no desire to tease you as he enveloped you in his arms.
Hearing a muffled sob, Mamoru pulled you closer as he breathed in your familiar scent.
'It’s all okay now, I’m right here and I ain’t goin’ anywhere.’
Nodding into his chest, you stayed in his arms, allowing his presence to calm you as the pain relief took effect.
After a while longer, the doctor was satisfied that you were settled enough to be discharged, with Mamoru pushing you out in a wheelchair to the lobby where the others were waiting for you.
'Are you okay?’
'Yes, I’m so sorry I ruined our day out,’ you responded, feeling the weight of guilt on your shoulders when Sakiko shook her head firmly.
'You’re my friend and you’d have done the same for me. Besides, there’s plenty of occasions that we can find to go shopping once your foot is all better,’ she smiled cheerfully, handing your bag to you after holding onto it.
'Baba, Ota…’
'Hey pretty lady…’
'How are you feeling?’
'Better than I was, but I’ll be glad to get home,’ you admitted, feeling grateful to have them there as Mamoru put a hand on your shoulder.
'Come on then sweetheart, let’s get you outta this place.’
Driving you back to Tres Spades, Mamoru insisted on carrying you from the car to the elevator, where you headed straight for the penthouse floor.
'You wanna lie down baby girl?’
'Please,’ you nodded, feeling drained as you nestled into Mamoru’s arms, with the pain in your foot numbed from the medication.
Once you were tucked in comfortably, you had fallen asleep almost instantly, the late afternoon light highlighting how pale you were as Mamoru drew the curtains.
'You scared the livin’ daylights outta me today, sweetheart,’ Mamoru admitted, running a hand through his hair as he watched you sleep.
'I’m sorry…I should have been there. I should have done something. I’m a freakin’ detective and my job is to keep people safe. What the hell’s the point in it if I can’t keep you safe?’ he remarked, his tone full of self-loathing as he gently trailed a hand through your hair.
‘Truth is, I dunno what I’d do without you sweetheart. I know I can be lazy and kind of a slob. I know you deserve better. But I ain’t ever gonna let you go. I’m gonna do my damnedest to show you just how much you mean to me. I promise.’
Though you hadn’t heard his confession, Mamoru vowed one day to tell you those very words face to face.
When you woke up a few hours later, a pleasant smell drifted in from the living room as you pushed yourself up on the bed, feeling a twinge of pain in your foot as you did so.
‘Hey, just in time,’ Mamoru remarked, walking into the room with a tray in one hand and a box in the other.
'I ain’t really all that much of a cook, so I had Eisuke sort out some room service for you. An’ well, I also went and got this,’ he added, setting down the box by your side.
Opening it, you found a selection of cakes from your favourite little bakery.
‘You went and got these for me?’ you asked, your eyes lighting up as Mamoru blushed slightly.
‘Course I did. I mean, I know it ain’t much, but…’
‘It’s perfect,’ you cut in, sounding perfectly confident of it as Mamoru tousled your hair slightly, while looking embarrassed at the praise.
Over the next few days, Mamoru had kept you company in the start of your recovery, watching films and tv shows with you that you had been asking about for a while. When you felt a little more confident on your crutches, you began to venture out into the penthouse level where the other bidders were often working or making some sort of wager.
Finding yourself at the receiving end of their subtle acts of kindness, you couldn’t help but feel the appreciation that the bidders had for you as you sat with them and listened to their usual banter.
But when Mamoru gripped your hand tightly in his and refused to let go, that in itself was more than enough.
Leaning your head against his shoulder as he bickered with Baba and Soryu, Mamoru suddenly fell silent and put a hand on your head as he soon continued his argument.
Though as soon as he was able, Mamoru leaned in to whisper sweet words into your ear, promising you a night you would never forget, in spite of your injury.
‘Be ready for me sweetheart…’

Eisuke - Eisuke had been in a business meeting with the board of executives who were responsible for the management and research into potential new sites for Tres Spades to expand their business.
While listening to the insufferably dull tones of one of his staff, Eisuke found himself growing more irritable when the doors to the board room suddenly opened.
‘Mr. Ichinomiya, sir-’
‘What is it Kenzaki?’ Eisuke cut in with a clipped tone, denoting his frustration at this interruption.
‘Sir, I apologise for the intrusion, but there’s been an accident. It requires your immediate attention.’
Seeing the uneasy expression that Kenzaki held, Eisuke’s eyes widened. There was only one reason Kenzaki would come straight to him over something like this.
‘I’m sure it can wait, Mr. Ichinomiya-’
‘Speak on my behalf like that again and I will fire you,’ Eisuke snapped, getting to his feet as he dismissed the meeting.
‘But Mr. Ichinomiya, the overseas contracts-’
‘Can wait. This takes precedence.’
Without allowing any room for further argument, Eisuke strode from the office with Kenzaki struggling to keep up.
‘What the hell happened Kenzaki?’
‘We had a problem with one of the lights in the bar area for the pre-auction drinks.’
‘You called for maintenance?’
‘I was not approached until the accident happened. It appears your girlfriend was told by one of the other maids to try and remedy the problem herself. There was no one to support the ladder she was on and it fell.’
Coming to a halt, Eisuke looked at Kenzaki in pure disbelief for a moment before demanding to know where you were.
‘Mr. Oh and Mr. Kisaki called for Doctor Luke and took her to him.’
‘I want to know who did this. I want security footage and I want whoever is responsible to be in my office when I am ready for them, regardless of whether their shift has ended or not. I expect them there or I will have your job as well as theirs.’
‘Sir,’ Kenzaki nodded, leaving Eisuke alone to head to Luke’s office.
In his anger, however, Eisuke had been unprepared for seeing you in such a state of pain.
In that moment, everything else vanished. Eisuke was not the billionaire owner of Tres Spades. The ruthless businessman, feared, intimidated and admired by those around him.
Going to your side, Eisuke ignored Luke entirely as he took your hands in his.
'E-Eisuke…but you had a meeting…’
'Shh…forget work and focus on me, okay?’
You knew it wasn’t a request, but Eisuke’s tone was incredibly gentle, as though you might shatter if he spoke too loudly.
Biting your lip as you whimpered in pain, Eisuke gently brushed away the tears that slipped down your cheeks.
'It hurts…’ you stammered.
'It’s broken,’ Luke stated as he set your foot down carefully.
'Broken?’ Eisuke repeated in surprise. He knew it had been bad to warrant such a panic from Kenzaki, but he hadn’t expected that.
Refocusing his attention on you; Eisuke gently eased you closer so that your head could rest on his shoulder.
'What am I going to do with you?’ He sighed, though his voice betrayed the worry behind his words as he brushed his lips against your forehead.
'Do what you can Luke…’
'Of course,’ he nodded, before offering you a glance and a semblance of a smile. Realising Luke’s attempt to put you at ease, you tried your best to relax as he tended to you while Eisuke held your hand.
Once Luke was satisfied that he had done all he could for you, you were taken up to the penthouse to rest.
Having some tea prepared ahead of your arrival, Eisuke settled you down on the sofa before going to pour you a drink.
After ensuring you were comfortable, Eisuke removed his jacket and tie, unbuttoning the top of his shirt a little before heading into the bedroom.
Returning a few moments later, Eisuke held two pillows in his hand and a large fluffy throw from the end of the bed you shared.
After carefully draping it over you and helping you to settle into the pillows, Eisuke sat down by your side, lightly stroking your hair as you drank your tea, though your hands were a little unsteady.
Placing his over yours, he could feel the slight chill from your skin as he lightly pressed a kiss to your temple.
Taking your cup and placing it on the coffee table, Eisuke wrapped you up in his arms, allowing you to hear how hard his heart was beating in his chest.
Your moment of peace was soon interrupted when Eisuke’s phone chimed.
'I’m busy,’ he snapped over the phone, apparently intending to hang up when something stopped him.
'Have them wait outside my office. I’ll be there when I am quite satisfied that I am not needed here and after I have reviewed the footage for myself. Until you see me in person, do not call me again, or I will have your job. Do I make myself clear?’
Tossing his phone over to the chair opposite you after he had ended the call, Eisuke heaved a sigh as he placed his arms around you once more.
'You don’t have to stay…’
'You are my priority. Everything else is worthless without you at my side. It can wait…’
Sensing that Eisuke blamed himself somehow for your accident, you decided not to pursue the topic further.
But right now, you needed him. You couldn’t deny that. Eisuke made you feel safe and having him close kept you calm as the pain in your foot dulled.
'You should eat…do you feel like you could?’
Nodding in agreement, a small smile graced Eisuke’s lips as he kissed you softly. It wasn’t much, but if he could do something for you, then perhaps he wouldn’t feel so useless.
Eisuke was not the self-loathing type. He had no patience for that sort of thing. But right now, he couldn’t help but consider all the things you did for him. Of course, he had done things to make you smile.
He’d move mountains for that smile. But in reality, he had rarely done something personally. You made him coffee, took him some dinner if he was working late. You made the effort with all of the little details.
Eisuke could arrange almost anything with a few phone-calls. But you truly put your heart into everything you did for him.
That had never weighed as heavily on his mind as he did now.
Over the next few weeks, Eisuke took a back seat from handling things at the hotel in order to be with you while you recovered from your injury.
After discovering that your accident had been caused by three maids who had often caused you trouble, Eisuke had dismissed them without a second thought.
Though Eisuke hadn’t let your broken foot stop him from spoiling you. He still took you out, ensuring that you had a car to meet you at each end of the journey’s you both took to various restaurants and shows.
He even took you on a late night picnic, bringing you to one of the best spots on the city limits for stargazing as the two of you cuddled up on a blanket with an additional comforter wrapped around you for warmth.
'I love you,’ Eisuke breathed, capturing your chin in his fingertips as he brought your gaze to meet his.
'I love you too,’ you responded, a light blush touching your cheeks as Eisuke offered you a kind smile. Breaking your foot had been a horrible experience and you knew Eisuke had blamed himself for not being able to prevent it. But that didn’t matter. The warmth Eisuke brought to your heart was all you had and would ever need as you surrendered to his passionate kisses.  

So there you have it! I’ve been working on this one for ages it seems! Thankfully I have another one thats already in progress, so I’m looking forward to continuing with it! 

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Rupert Grint giving a speech at his last HP premiere in London. (7 July 2011)

“Oh, God, wow! I’m really not very good at goodbyes. This is – this is has been such an emotional week. A year ago when we finished, I kind of thought I was kind of coming to terms with it, and able to move on, but this really has been such an important part of my life. And I just want to thank – all of you have just made this, these last ten years, just the best half of my life, and umm I’m just so pleased that I’ve shared it with you too because I love you, I really do and. David, I just don’t know – I just don’t know what to say, thank you doesn’t seem to be kind of a strong enough word but this has just been, I mean, I’m never going to have this again. This is – we’re going to have to make the most of this and just enjoy it. And thank you to all of you as well, just amazing. Just. I’m finding it hard to now string together coherent sentences because it is really emotional. I really – what you’ve done for Ginger people is just, I cannot put that into words so, thank you, Jo, and David. Thank you so much  for everything and it’s just been the best part of my life, as I said. Thank you.“

Writing your medicine personal statement

With only 4000 characters and 47 lines allotted to you to persuade medical schools why you will make the ideal medical student and future doctor, the personal statement can be a daunting task. However, armed with thorough research and all of the skills and experiences that you’ve picked up along the way on your journey to medical school, articulating yourself in this highly concise piece of writing is wholly possible. There is no right or wrong way to write a personal statement, and there’s no definitive structure out there that will guarantee that you gain that coveted place at medical school. Regardless, here are a few tips I’ve compiled that have helped me to develop my own personal statement and will hopefully give you a few pointers in writing your own.

Have you done your research? Before writing your personal statement, you need to make sure you have all the information you need. Different medical schools place emphasis on different aspects of your application, and since you can’t tailor your personal statement to suit the requirements of one university alone, you need to make sure that your personal statement meets the criteria for all of the choices you’ve made. This is a good time to go onto individual university websites or to flick through prospectuses, going through the course structure of each medical degree and familiarising yourself with the kind of medical applicant each university is looking for. Also, this is a good time to rule out any medical schools whose teaching styles don’t suit you. Once you’ve compiled enough information about what each medical school is looking for in an applicant, the extracurricular activities they may be interested in and the qualities and experiences they would like to see evidence of, it’s time to start writing your personal statement.

Why do you want to do medicine? This is a question that you’ll get asked at almost every stage on your way to medical school, and maybe even beyond. In fact, my friend who is now a third year medic was asked this recently, and I found myself asking the doctors I was shadowing what drew them to medicine as well. The amount of times I’ve been asked this question myself on my work experience alone was enough to tell me that this question is important and will continue to be brought up. It is therefore crucial that you have some sort of viable answer to this question. I struggle with this one a lot myself, and there may be many reasons for your interest in medicine that you can’t go into in too much detail in a document like a personal statement, where a character limit restricts you in terms of what you can share. However, what you do need to show is that medicine has been a continuous thought process. With a career as demanding as medicine, no admissions tutor wants to see a potential medic declare that their path to medicine was decided by an epiphany one afternoon, or that the answer to this question came to them in a dream. You need to show that you’ve given this huge decision the contemplation and thought it deserves. What is it you like about medicine? Maybe you’ve always had an interest in science, particularly the practical side of things. How did this lead to deciding on medicine? What made you certain that this was a career for you?

What sort of work experience do you have? This links nicely to the previous paragraph. To prove that you’ve given medicine some thought, you need to provide evidence that you understand the demands of the profession and that to some extent, you have an understanding of the career you’re getting yourself into. This paragraph is a good place to talk about some of the key things you’ve seen whilst on work experience. Don’t be tempted to write about every amazing procedure you’ve witnessed, or get too caught up in sharing all of the new medical terminology you’ve learnt. There really isn’t enough space to write about all of this (trust me - it’s been really difficult trying to choose what to include and what I can sacrifice!), but remember that you can save a lot of what you’ve learnt throughout your work experience for your interviews. Choose a few things that taught you about what it’s like to be a doctor, what qualities a doctor should have and maybe share some of the things that surprised you or even the negatives. There’s always something to be learned from bad experiences as well. How did the doctor you were shadowing deal with a difficult situation? What did this teach you about doctor-patient interactions? Draw on your experiences, but don’t just list them. Be introspective.

How can you show a commitment to medicine and healthcare? In this paragraph, it’s important to discuss any voluntary work you’ve undertaken that might have solidified your decision to become a doctor. Mention any long term (or short term) volunteering you’ve been doing, but most importantly, mention what you’ve gained from this. For example, has your volunteering made you more aware of the importance of other healthcare professionals? Has it taught you the importance of empathy? Do you now have a deeper appreciation for the emotional difficulties of the healthcare profession as a result of your volunteering? What have you enjoyed about it, and ultimately, in what ways do you think your volunteering has prepared you for a career in medicine?

What do you like to do in your spare time? Your life can’t be all about medicine, all of the time. Having now spent over half of your personal statement discussing all of the ways in which you’ve shown your dedication to the medical field, you also need to show that there are other dimensions to your character. Are you involved in any clubs or societies at school or university? Why do you enjoy attending these? Do you participate in sports? Do you play an instrument? Are you artistic? Do your other A level subjects supplement your interests? It is important to show that you have interests outside of medicine because medical schools need to see that you have a balance in your life. Maybe your artistic hobby allows you time to relax from your obviously busy schedule, or maybe your involvement in sports is a good stress relief and helps to keep you fit and healthy.

Why should the medical schools choose you? Finally, conclude with a few closing sentences summarising what you’ve said. Perhaps mention that you are well informed about all of the demands a medical career can have upon a person, and that your journey in conclusively deciding whether medicine is for you hasn’t always been easy. However, your experiences should have culminated in you ultimately deciding that this is a path worth pursuing, otherwise you wouldn’t be writing your personal statement for medical schools. What skills and qualities do you have that will make you a good candidate for medical school? Close with a reflective, resolute, well thought out statement that summarises why medicine is the most suitable fit for you. 

Overall, you really have to sell yourself in your personal statement. Make the medical schools see exactly why you’ll make a good doctor, and show them that you haven’t just woken up one day and suddenly decided that you’ll give medicine a go. Prove that you’ve given this potential career plenty of consideration, show them that you are a multifaceted person with varied interests and emphasise the qualities you believe will make you an excellent candidate for medical school. Be enthusiastic! There must be something you enjoy about medicine, so make sure that this passion shines through! Trying to do all of this whilst being concise is definitely a challenge, so be prepared to write several drafts of your personal statement before you get to a place where you’re 100% happy with it. Utilise the people around you - get your teachers or university tutors to read your personal statement, even your friends and family and maybe some of the contacts you’ve made whilst on work experience. Take their tips on board, but ultimately, make sure that your personal statement remains personal. Good luck!

The things we’ve wanted from life have always been very different. I don’t want children. Partly because I struggle with taking care of myself most days. The other half of it being I like being selfish. Either way, you never stop saying I’d be a good mother. You point out all the ways in which even in my claimed selfishness I find room to put others before myself. I guess to some extent you’re right. I’m just scared of commitment. You of all people should know that. It’s the reason why we broke up. I didn’t want to commit my whole life to making you happy and taking care of you. That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it because you deserve it more than anyone else. You deserve the kind of love that nurtures you when you need it and until you don’t. I just could never be that for you. I wish I could. That’s why I’m choosing to let you go now before it’s too late and you’ve wasted more time than necessary on something that could never really work. I know you think otherwise. I’ve always been more of a realist than you. Either way, I hope you find what you’re looking for. I hope you’re loved far and beyond what you think you deserve because I know you think so little of yourself. Your awkward silences, your nervous habits- someone is going to love those things about you. You’ve got to stop worrying so much that you’re not good enough or that you aren’t where you’re supposed to be because although you are not yet the person you’re intended to be, you’re on your way and that’s farther than most people have gotten in life. You don’t give up easy, not where it counts but sometimes you should. This is one of those things. I am one of those things. It’s enough for me that we tried and that you taught me how to share more of myself with you and the world. I want to say thank you for that. Thank you for bringing me out into the sunlight and for teaching me that the world isn’t as scary as I’ve made it out to be. It’s much kinder than I thought and there’s more room for hope than despair. So this is to say thank you for sharing this small but important part of your life and my own. Thank you for believing in me on the days where I couldn’t. Thank you for loving me in my darkness and thank you for loving me until even I began to see the light in myself too.

Pre-exam tips

Hey guys, since my exam period is coming to an end I thought I would share some of my pre-exam tips. Good luck to everyone in the midst of their exams!

1. Eat a big breakfast. Even if you’re not one to normally eat breakfast, it’s important to eat something so that your brain can function as its best. Try eating something with lots of grains or some fruit. You will thank yourself for it later!

2. Get up early. If your exam is in the morning, you want to get up early enough so as to not still be sleepy when you enter the exam room. You should also arrive early just incase you’re running late. Sometimes unforeseeable circumstances come up, and you’ll be grateful for that extra time in the morning. However, this does mean you should go to bed earlier the night before!

3. Be prepared. Make sure you take enough stationery and have all your necessary materials ready. This will save you a lot of hassle if you happen to run out of ink, or you need a pen change to prevent a hand cramp. If you need a calculator, take in spare batteries if they’re allowed. Make sure to sort this all out prior to the day of the exam so you’re not stressed on the day.

4. Drink lots of water. You want to drink enough water to keep your brain functioning, but not too much so as to need to go to the bathroom. Going to the bathroom in your exam is a waste of precious time, but not going can make you very uncomfortable. As such, it’s important to consume enough water, but don’t overdo it.

5. Don’t talk about the exam before you go in. Talking to others before going in to the exam about the topics can be confusing and stressful. Either avoid talking to people altogether, or make a deal with your friends to talk about other things to distract you. 

6. Breathe. Before you open your exam paper, take a big breath. It’s going to be okay. A question might scare you initially, but it will become your friend once you relax and understand it. Stressing unnecessarily isn’t going to help, and it helps to breathe long and deep to prevent becoming overwhelmed.

I hope this is helpful for some of you! Remember that after your exam there’s nothing you can do to change your grade. It’s important to reflect but burdensome to get caught up in what you could have done wrong.

I hate the whole thing on tumblr right now where its a contest of who is the most mentally ill. People (generally teens) self diagnose themself with a long list of ilnesses they likely dont even have, just to seem special and to have their arguments taken seriously. And the worst part is its making people take mental illnesses less seriously and people who really have them have a harder time being taken seriously.

For example, OCD. I don’t know anyone who personally struggles from it, but i do know countless people who joke about their OCD when they want to fix something messy. The disorder became something you take a facebook quiz about rather than what it is, an actual disorder that people struggle from, thats not always having to do with neatness. Imagine struggling from this, and trying to explain it to people when the common response is people claiming to have it.

Also, it seems every other person on this website has self diagnosed themself with autism, and that one personally irks me the most. My neighbor, a boy my age who ive known most of my life, is autistic and theres not a moment of his life thats not effected by it. He’s a sweet kid struggling to express himself and it kills me every time I see a kid claiming to be autistic but only ever having it when its convinient to them. Yes autisms symptoms vary and i understand that not everyone would have the same ones as my friend but there are still people very clearly faking it.

And self diagnosing isnt always bad, to clarify. But when people know in their heart they dont really have something, yet stil claim they do, its more hurtful then helpful when they talk over people sharing real experiences. These problems people are claiming to have arent just cool costumes, theyre a real thing. Its painful watching the community begin to seem like a joke.

Whump & Why We Like It

In a nutshell, there is no single explanation why some people like certain things and others don’t. For most things, it’s not a big deal. People don’t really spend too much time wondering why they like classic cars or techno music; they just do, and that’s good enough for most people. But as soon as the interest seems “weird” or is intrinsically connected to our romantic/sexual selves… Well, all of a sudden, it becomes important to us to know why things appeal to us.

Before I get started on this post, I want to repeat again: There is no one reason why an individual might like whump. I’m not aiming to answer that question for anyone. My goal here is to share some theories I’ve heard from others and some I’ve thought of myself - in the hopes that it might give you some ideas to work with in order to find your own answers. Because ultimately, that’s all any of us can do: take a good look at ourselves, ask ourselves the tough questions… and above all, accept ourselves unconditionally.

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Took You Long Enough

This is a fanfic thingy ma boober for the amazing person who I was paired with for the Carry On Secret Santa!!!!!! :D

I hope you enjoy this little soul mate AU thingy where when ur true love touches you, the world explodes with color. So here’s a little Normal!Soulmate!AU thingy I came up with. Happy reading!!!!!

Technically speaking, it was easy for Simon Snow not to notice. Yes, he was told ever since he was little that one day he’d feel someone’s feather fingers touch his skin and the world would explode with color. That he would only ever see it again unless he sealed the deal with a kiss full of wishes, hopes, and dreams. There was a number of things that could’ve happened. He could’ve accidentally walked into someone and find himself looking into eyes full of color, or he could merely shake hands with someone and know. But that didn’t change the fact that meeting your soulmate would be special. 

But it wasn’t special for Simon, because his soul mate was already colorless.

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