large pencils

don’t let him get away!! 

Sally’s True Love Spell

Originally posted by untitledqueen

A spell I wrote inspired from the film Practical Magic

This is a fire free spell used to draw in your ideal lover.

This is NOT a spell to make a specific individual fall in love with you.

This spell can also be altered to search for the ideal platonic partner. See the notes section at the end of this post!

Items needed:

- Pick any of the following flower petals and dry them* if you have the time. But fresh petals are also okay. (you don’t need the whole flower just a a couple of petals) You don’t need all of them, I’m just providing as many options as possible:  White Carnation (pure love), Dark Red Carnation (Deep Love),  white Chrysanthemum (truth and loyal love), Red Chrysanthemum (love), Red Rose (deep love), Yellow rose (friendship/ caring), Orange/Coral rose (passion/energy/desire), Lavender Rose (love at first sight),  Tulip (declaration of love/ perfect love) - Any other flower you can think of that symbolizes love + companionship. You don’t need a lot. Maximum 2 petals for each flower of your choosing.

- Hot water (like just barely hot enough for tea. As long as there’s steam, you’re golden)

- water soluble paper (get rice/wafer paper OR look for the brand print-stitch-dissolve in a local craft store. I’ve found it in Michael’s and staples for around $10) IF you can’t fine the paper, just write on your flower petals, provided they are large enough.

- pen(s)/ pencil(s) in any color(s) of your choosing

- mug or bowl

- an open window/ outdoor space

What to do:

- Start boiling your water. Feel free to put it on low heat, this may take some time.

- Take your pen and paper, list the qualities you seek in a love (be they physical or personality related). If you do wish to use a visual element you can print out images/ draw the qualities you seek. There is no need whatsoever to glue items together

- As you write each quality, rip it up from the page so it’s on it’s own strip, place it in your mug/bowl

- when you are finished writing, take your dried petals and crumble them/ tear them up, toss them into the mug/bowl as well

-take the mug/bowl into your hands and speak/whisper this chant

“Lover hear me. Lover know my name. Lover come find me. Lover follow my heart’s flame.“

- put the bowl down, by now your water should be hot. Slowly pour in the hot water, repeating the chant if you wish. Let the steam send your wishes out into the world. Feel free to chant until you no longer see steam/ until the water cools.

- When the bowl/contents have cooled, pour out the mug/bowl. Be sure to wash it when you are done if it’s one you consume from.

Additional Notes: If you’d like, keep a copy of your list should you choose to keep an eye out for your person. Or if you’d like to perform the spell again. Feel free to copy any imagery as well and hold onto it if you wish.

* To press + dry flowers you can either iron the flowers between sheets of parchment paper OR press them under some heavy books (this can take several days. But since it’s petals you’ll probably need a week max.). If you use the iron method, make sure the iron is on the lowest possible setting and there is no water in it. Don’t iron across the paper like you would clothes, just dab for 10-15 seconds in each spot. Let it cool . Maybe go over with the iron 1 more time, you don’t want to scorch/ burn the petals.


PLATONIC PARTNER ALTERATIONS: change the the word “lover“ to “partner“ in the chant. Look for flowers that have friendship/ familial/ unconditional love related meanings such as yellow rose, Jasmine, pear blossom, primrose, yellow chrysanthemum, forget-me-not, blue violets, ect. Obviously make more changes as you see fit <3

What Happens In Vegas: Part 15

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating big time and also life got in my way. There’s only one part left after this and an epilogue, so I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,184
(I know this is not a drab, and this is the longest part to date :O)

Warnings:
- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully beside you the next morning, after spending hours the night before trying to get him to fall asleep. His nerves were getting the best of him, and rightfully so. You’d spent most of the night coming up with a court summons for Peggy, so that you could finally find out whom Charlotte’s true father was. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The love you had for him swelled in your chest and, in that moment, you vowed to find the truth for him, to give him inner peace. Even though this was his own personal struggle, it would bring peace to you and your relationship with him as well. Maybe, just maybe, it would also mend his and Steve’s lifelong friendship.

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Hello, it’s #optomstudies here again with another Sunday Study Tip on university life! This will be a multi-part series that hopefully will give a unique insight, since I can go on and on about university, and I love giving advice and helping others :)


PART 2: GETTING TO CLASS

Know how to travel to and get around uni! Join tour groups during orientation week, and visit your classrooms before you start. Figure out what’s cheaper in terms of travel. See if you can live on campus possibly? I personally haven’t lived on campus.

The university campus itself is pretty large as well, but you come to like it because otherwise you don’t get enough exercise between sitting on the train, bus and in lectures ;)

Attendance: It’s optional. I try and attend as many classes as possible except when I’m inundated with homework/studying to do, but as I iterated in the previous part, I think it’s best to leave a whole day devoted to studying when making your timetable. 

My advice is to do what you think will be more productive

The reason is because some (really, a few) people actually get a lot done if they don’t feel drained by travelling 3-4 hours a day, and (most) others just bludge the whole day. Work out your studying habits the first semester in the early weeks. 

I personally think skipping is okay and I don’t think of badly of anyone anymore for skipping, but the only thing is that I don’t recommend skipping to do something other than study/catch-up e.g. part-time job or otherwise. 

I always end up regretting when I have a timetable that doesn’t have skippable days though, so make at least one day with lectures without attendance-taking only. 

Most people are pretty lazy though so listening to yourself usually sucks. Go to class if you aren’t sure. 

I do think that attendance has many advantages though, here are some more and less obvious ones:

Pros

  • Obvious ones - you can: ask questions, active participation, answer questions, first hand tips about exams from lecturer, get info on assignment deadlines. 
  • You feel less tired and more alert, imo. 
  • You don’t end up spending more than 50 minutes on the lecture (at home you can get distracted and rewind too much)
  • Lecturer gets to know you (may be useful in the future for references, or if you’re looking to do research with them, they want to know that you’re a dedicated student)
  • You get to meet people - the optometry cohort is pretty tight knit due to having to take the same courses, so you can actually get to know everyone in the cohort. Unfortunately I don’t really get to meet the ones that don’t go to class often :(
  • You avoid bad sound quality recordings and missed recordings :)

Cons

  • The travel time and the drain on energy
  • The tiny desks that don’t fit anything
  • Unable to pause and stretch during lecture
  • The uncomfortable chairs
  • Fast lecturers are hard to understand nah, it’s the same if you stay at home really. 
  • It’s hard to stay awake during long lectures

Study on the way to uni! Seriously, there is a 1:k ratio for how much I study on the train and what marks I get that semester. Our brain works best in spurts of 50 minutes followed by a break of 20 minutes or so, which is perfect for my travelling. I am super focused the whole train trip, and leave the bus time for relaxing. 

Be early to class. My goodness, I actually turned up like 20 minutes late to 9am lectures regularly back in 1st and 2nd year. Once I even turned up at 9:40 and only had 10 minutes worth of lecture left. I know there are some people who say, why even bother turning up if you’re going to do that *with scorn*, but seriously you can learn a lot in the last 10 minutes, so just go anyway and ignore those naysayers.

Now I always turn up to class 20 minutes early :D It’s a small but nice achievement. You feel much more refreshed, you don’t have to rush to unpack your stuff, you don’t have to sneak in quietly, it’s more polite to the lecturers, and you don’t get known for coming late to lectures (I was running for a society executive position once and someone took a shot at me saying that I turned up to class late and hence shouldn’t be voted for, etc. I still got a position though B) 


Do your research before you purchase a laptop or any stationery. My friend just takes a paper pad, a pen and a calculator to class. I take my laptop and my lab books as well as usually two large pencil cases full of optometry equipment.

Depending on which faculty you’re with and what you prefer to work with (pen/laptop), there’s a lot of variables involved. 

Here’s a few things I had to think about and had to balance: (seriously no one thinks about this or writes this down anywhere)

  • How fast can I note take? Paper vs. laptop
  • How fast do I need to note take - i.e. concepts based courses in arts where you can summarise ideas vs. exercises in maths, vs. science type courses in biology where it’s mostly information?
  • What kind of information do I need to take down - calculations vs. written sentences?
  • Screen needs to be large enough so that you do not need to sit super close to it, and so that you can see both lecture slides/textbook, and typing pane at the same time.
  • Screen needs to be small enough to fit your laptop in your bag
  • Screen needs to be small enough to fit on those tiny writing desks attached to the lecture theatre seats
    • My laptop just half sits on some of these :(
  • You need space in your bag for lunch.

If you’re going to go with paper, I have some general recommendations:

  • Use paper leaf - bringing larger books to uni is cumbersome, and you may need to bring home additional worksheets.
  • Bring your basic stationery kit. For me that’s a blue+black pen, pencil, eraser, ruler and highlighter.

If you’re going to go with a laptop, general recommendations are:

  • Bring a charger for studying at uni.
  • Don’t consider price, but consider sturdiness and lifetime.
  • Choose one that has enough processing power. Too much lag is really frustrating when you get late to class and the lecturer is already making important points. Get a SSD if possible/if rich because the short startup time makes you happy :D
  • Battery size - this is a must consider. My laptop has such a terrible battery life and I cannot stay at uni long without bringing my charger. You need at least 4-5 real hours of typing on a word doc with wifi ON even if you don’t stay back at uni to study.

Get a sturdy backpack, one that has two straps. Yeah sure you can get a fancy leather Michael Kors tote bag but how much is it going to carry and is that enough for the way that you take notes or study? Think about it:

  • Do I need to carry any lab books/equipment? (The issue of weight)
  • Do I need to bring lunch/other personals? (you might be able to just get a laptop satchel)
  • Am I going to be carrying things in my arms (like books/laptop)? I strongly do not recommend it.
  • Laptop or paper - get a better backpack if using a laptop. I recommend a price around $50 for a good quality backpack. You aren’t going mountaineering so no need for anything too expensive.
  • How big does it need to be? I recommend something that can fit your laptop and more comfortably. 

Here’s my description of an ideal bag. 

  • Enough padding so that your items don’t jut into your back when walking. 
  • A leather bottom to prevent the bag fabric from becoming dirty over time
  • A separate laptop pouch that’s padded and with a velcro/button at the top.
  • Two separate compartments for your books/lunch and a front compartment for your pencilcase, phone and other small items
  • Sturdy straps with good stitching that won’t tear after wearing it on one shoulder to get things out. 
  • It’s pretty and fashionable :’)

You need something functional to carry your phone (and earphones), your student card and your Opal card/train-bus tickets at all times in your hands. Gosh how many times have I wasted money on some new pouch or case to find that it’s extremely inconvenient. You need something to carry these items while you walk around and really quickly. A flip case is super inconvenient. It’s a lot better to have an easy-access pocket of some sort. If you’re a guy no problems here. I recommend a phone case that has space for your travel card/ticket on the back so you can tap on/off easily. If nothing else works you can just hold it in your hands when you get out of the train. 

Bring a jacket made of a good material, a sturdy umbrella and a water bottle. Keep them in your locker if you can’t carry them around with you. The weather at uni almost has its own climate! At my uni, there’s a main walkway that’s about 10 metres across and bounded by heaps of tall eucalyptus trees. Every summer it becomes the home of several broken umbrellas and has pools of water that completely soak your shoes and socks :P


MY WEEKLY STUDY TIPS

WHAT I WISH I’D KNOWN BEFORE UNIVERSITY STUDY TIPS SERIES

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25 COLLEGE ESSENTIALS BY STUDYTOTHRIVE

FOR YOUR BACKPACK:

  • sturdy and durable backpack with at least one outer water bottle pocket, a laptop storage compartment, and plenty of room with organizational pockets to keep everything handy
  • reusable water bottle with or without a built-in water filter
  • noise-cancelling headphones
  • pencil pouch with plenty of highlighters, pens (Staedtler is my personal favorite brand), pencils, an eraser, whiteout, and post-it notes or page tabs
  • high-protein snacks like protein bars, fruit, nuts, or cheese sticks so that you can grab a bite to eat between classes
  • travel-size beauty products like deodorant, lip balm, oil blotting wipes, rollerball perfume, hand sanitizer, mini hairbrush, and dry shampoo so that you can stay fresh during the day without returning to your dorm room
  • a reliable and portable laptop (I’d recommend a MacBook) and your laptop charging cable

FOR YOUR DORM ROOM DESK:

  • have a binder, folder, and notebook for each subject to help you stay organized 
  • invest in a quality planner (I swear by the Erin Condren LifePlanner)
  • whether real or fake, add some greenery with cute little succulents or other types of potted plants to cheer you up
  • have a large pencil jar (this can be anything from a mason jar to an actual pencil container) to store all of your writing utensils 
  • tabletop fan to keep you cool while you study
  • bright desk lamp for those late night study sessions

FOR YOUR DORM ROOM:

  • make a DIY “medicine cabinet” filled with either travel-size or the very smallest packs of everything you might need: allergy medicine, Advil and Tylenol, cold and flu treatment, bandaids, vitamins and your own personal prescription pills, sleep aid pills, a thermometer, cough medicine, sore throat lozenges, decongestant, hydrocortisone cream, soothing eye drops, antacid, antidiarrheal treatment, flu face masks, vitamin C supplement, hydrogen peroxide, Neosporin, sunscreen and aloe vera gel, small first aid kit, and ace bandage
  • personal appliances like a microwave, mini fridge, Keurig coffee maker, and TV
  • stores that usually have a great selection of college bedding and supplies include Target, Ikea, Urban Outfitters, Walmart, The Container Store, Dormify (website), and DormCo (website)
  • check with your college to find a school supply list with prohibited and allowed items for your dorm room

FOR YOUR PHONE OR LAPTOP:

  • Quizlet website for online flashcards
  • iStudiez Pro app ($9.99 for MacBook and $2.99 for iPhone) for keeping track of classes and homework
  • myHomework Student Planner website and app (free for both MacBook and iPhone) for keeping track of homework 
  • Rate My Professors website to look up your professor before you sign up for their class (read real student reviews) 
  • Evernote website and app (free for both MacBook and iPhone) to take notes and sync them across your devices 
  • Google Drive website and app (free for iPhone) to store documents and easily collaborate with classmates
  • Flat Tomato app (free for iPhone) helps you study by using the Pomodoro technique
  • think about signing up for Amazon Prime for students (you can rent textbooks, stream music and video, get free shipping, and much more) as they offer a free 6-month trial plus a hefty 50% off membership discount making it only $49 per year

Inktumber day 3! I missed it because I was bad and not taking care of myself but after lots of naps and eating something, I am back! And happy to bring you the first inked thing I’ve been really happy with in at least a year.

@dustmetal AU black belly Sans and Grillby! I couldn’t resist after talking with @frankpanioncube yesterday lol. Can I emphasize how much Sans secretly loves twirling his fire hair? Cause he really does.

My pencil case is honestly one of my most prized possessions. I carry it around in a bag with me everywhere on a daily basis (except Saturdays), sometimes to places where I don’t even need a writing utensil. (Kind of strange right?)

Well, let’s not waste any time get started looking through!

Basic Information

I bought this pencil bag at a Korean stationary store called Morning Glory. It has a denim exterior with the words “Becoming Simple + Smart Pouch” on a leather-like cutout. It also has some brown zipper and fabric on the sides. I don’t remember its price (perhaps about $20 or more), and unfortunately it is not sold anymore. But Morning Glory still has a lot of cute pencil cases in all shapes and sizes, so if there’s one available near you, you should definitely check it out! (It’s a bit pricey though)

Front Zipper Compartment

On the front there are 5 pockets in total. However, I only use the left side because 2 of the 3 pockets on the right have ripped because I used it too much. (Hopefully it can be sewed back on). On the left side I hold:

  • Sharpie highlighters (in pink, orange, florescent yellow, green, and blue)
  • Paperclips in assorted colors

Back Zipper Compartment

This is the main compartment of my pencil case, and the one that holds the most stuff. The front section of the back compartment consists of one big pocket and 3 rings for pencils/pens. In the big pocket I hold:

  • LINE Friends fine point gel pen from Korea (size not specified)
  • 0.7 Uniball Jetstream pens (in black, blue, and red)
  • A mechanical pencil from my orthodontist (0.5mm)
  • HB #2 Steadtler Norica pencil (in black)

In the three pencil rings I hold:

  • BIC HB #2 mechanical pencil (0.7mm)
  • Papermate G-Force mechanical pencil (0.5mm)
  • “Girlie Dots” purple mechanical pencil from Morning Glory (0.5mm)

The back section of the compartment is the bulk of the pencil bag. It currently contains:

  • Swingline mini stapler (in pink)
  • Teal Post-it notes
  • Pullable Post-it notes (in green and pink)
  • Pentel Ain Hi-polymer plastic eraser (in white)
  • Pentel HB Super Hi-polymer lead (0.5mm)
  • Swingline standard staples (for stapler)
  • Staples black USB flash drive
  • BIC Wite-Out (EZ Correction Tape)


That’s basically all that’s inside in my main pencil case!

I actually have two other pencil cases. One a friend got for my birthday which I use for other highlighters, pens, and pencils I don’t use as much. Another is a cheap binder-ring case for color pencils and large sticky notes. All are pretty small and easy to carry in my backpack. ^^

for my final year of high school art major work i went to a butchers at 7am and took photographs of all the pig carcasses that were being delivered and then i drew them as three large pastel pencil drawings . it was gross and really weird . i wanted to do a series of life drawings (human nudz) but i was so fucked in the head i only began my major work three weeks before it was due and i didnt have time to organise a model so my art teachers suggested i take inspo from 17th c dutch still life pantry scenes and go w pig carcasses. it worked out bc pigs are very similar to humans to draw, and bc i thought i was dead myself bc i was dissociated non stop and thought i died when i got dx with diabetes so i identified w those pigs a lot

As I sit in this very tiny room, printing these words with this very large pencil, I feel as if my whole life has been nothing but a dismal play, presented just for someone else’s amusement, and that the playwright who invented my cruel twist of fate is somewhere far above me, laughing and laughing at his creation.
—  Lemony Snicket, The Hostile Hospital
pg. 214

A gift for the always amazing @larkistin who does so much for us with her incredible artwork. Only a portion of what you deserve, lovely, but I hope it hits on all of your deepest desires ;)

Imagine Rafael posing nude for an artist


He had never stood a chance, the way she bounced into his office, flopping herself into the chair across from his desk. She always did this, always stopped by to see him too when she came to visit her brother. And he wasn’t sure why she had taken such a liking to him, but he also wasn’t dumb enough to complain.

Her cheery smile and youthful exuberance always made him feel a little more alive and it had been no different yesterday as he set his pen down to look at her.

“Morning, Raf!”

No one else ever called him ‘Raf.’ Hell, no one else ever even called him ‘Rafael.’ He was ‘Barba’ or ‘Counselor’ to everyone that didn’t share his blood.

Except her.

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anonymous asked:

Could you suggest some weapons for a Prince of Void?

a prince of void, one who actively destroys void. these players dislike the idea of being alone, secrets, emptiness and quietness. so extroverted and possibly has a hoarding problem! woo! princes of void have the ability to destroy nothingness, which at first seems dumb, but after

weapon-wise, you dont want anything voidey- actually, you want something that destroys void! pencils, large weapons, and loud instruments galore!
let me elaborate here
pencil - a pencil that, when something is drawn, it comes to life. meehoy menoy. by doing this, you are ghosting space and destroying the emptiness around you- basically filling up the space thats empty with??? doodlebob.
large weapons - after slashing at someone, that area fills with …something. anything you think of, actually. giraffe teeth? yeah. a literal dinosaur? well you probably have a bigger problem now but it works. destroying the empty cut. yayyy.
loud instruments - a?? recorder. yes recorder. play hot cross buns to destroy cthulu. fill his mind with the images of one penny and two pennies. this is hell. metaphorically, youre destroying the Very Quiet and Empty void with cross buns. another loud instrument can be a tuba. what im basically sayin here is. 

TUBA PRINCE: T WO O O O OO O MP
ENEMY: hey that sounds like an eleAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

turn their heads into elephants.

-Mod Cel

woah (PatrickXPencil)

Patrick was in his hotel room looking at Pete Wentz’s Dick Pic whilst laying down on his bed with a double chin just like anyone else would do, but, he was getting lonely and bored. “Man I wish my dick was that amazing.” He said aloud to himself. “Now Don’t say that about yourself buddy, your dick is amazing.” A faint voice explained. “Who said that?” Patrick asked. Patrick put his printed picture of Pete’s dick down and walked around the hotel room, trying to find what said that. He walked over to a desk and saw an extremely large pencil with eyes and a mouth, along with arms and legs. “Hey!”, it said, enthusiastically. “What the Fuck!” Patrick screamed. “Don’t be scared,” The pencil spoke out calmly. “You fucking expect me not to be scared? You’re a talking pencil that sounds like a 40 year old man that had his balls retract back into his own body.” Patrick said with the sass of Gerard Way. “You’re so mean!” The Pencil cried out. Patrick’s facial expression changed to worried and he just had some puppy dog eyes. “No, No, No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” Patrick tiled his head to the left and his voice grew quieter. “I was just… caught up in the moment.” The pencil began to stop crying, or at least, trying to stop crying. The pencil slowly moved his head up and smiled, and Patrick took a washcloth and wiped the tears off. Patrick tried to break the silence by asking “Do you really think my Dick is amazing?” The Pencil shook his head up and down. “Yeah, I really do.” Patrick smiled widely at the Pencil, some would call it seductive. “How would you know? You haven’t even seen it?” Patrick asked. “I just… get a feeling, Ya know. Maybe you could…Show me it. Just so I can make sure.” The Pencil jumped off the desk and stood in front of Patrick. “Sure. Maybe we could… No, No, We can’t.” Patrick replied. “We Can’t what? We can’t have hot Human-Pencil sex?” “Yeah…” “Because It’s weird… Not Natural. Why shouldn’t we? We should be able to have fun. Who cares what people think?” Patrick Laughed. “Look, It’s not because of that. It’s because you don’t have any fucking genitals like how the fucking fuck is that supposed to work?” The pencil walked up closer to Patrick and got in its knees. “I have my ways.” The Pencil said seductively and began to unbuckle Patrick’s pants. Patrick’s Magnum Dong was growing hard. He hasn’t been touched by anyone else in a long time. The Pencil pulled down Patricks pants along with his underwear. The Pencil smiled. “I was right…” The Pencil said before he grabbed Patricks erect penis and began to lick the tip in a circular motion. Patrick tilted his head back and made an “mmm” sound. The Pencil then took the dick and put it in his mouth, bobbing his head back and fourth, picking up speed as he sucked. Patrick let out a breathy moaned “Its irresisTIBLE~”. Patrick was feeling immense pleasure from a fucking pencil like what the fuck man, he just couldn’t hold it in any longer, he came and moaned “fall out my boY-”

TO BE CONTINUED

anonymous asked:

Companions react to Sole finding out that they were a synth the hole time. Created by the institute and plugged with artificial memory's of Nate who never truly existed?

*bites fist* *clenches table* *shakes violently.* I hope you know that I have not been able to stop thinking about this request since you first submitted it. I was so blown away. I bet you write some stellar fanfiction anon. 10/10 plot twist. Warning: This will get dark.


Ada: She didn’t say anything when Sole told her at first. Lights blinked on her automatron head indicating she was thinking. “I think that sometimes life takes us all in unexpected directions that make you question your existence. Just because you are operating on someone else’s consciousness does not negate the permanence of your life in this very moment. The present belongs to you. That’s what I’d like to think.” Then she turned her head and started clunking away as Sole watched. Ada struggled with grasping her own consciousness too and whether her self-awareness meant she was a being or not. Sole’s story stuck with her for many many days later as she pondered the perplexity of the very concept of consciousness and its implications.

Cait: She folded her arms. “Bullshit. I saw the human popsicle you took me too back in yer vault. You’re trying to pull the wool over me eyes.” It seemed too crazy to be real. She’d been around tons of people to tried to pull their tricks on her and this story just sounded to unbelievable. There wasn’t even any damn logic behind it! At least not that Sole knew. But Sole seemed utterly convinced of what this ‘Father’ had told her so Cait just rolled her eyes and went with it. “Yeah yeah, and you just full on believed this Father fellow didn’t you? He was probably all pissy you didn’t come get his arse immediately for all you know and pulled a mean practical joke on ya. But anyway, if you’re so damn hellbent on believing this crap then who the hell cares if it was implanted or not? Who cares if that guy really was yer husband or not? If it felt real, it was real. Simple as that.”

Codsworth: “Wait, then… then who am I?” Sole and Codsworth had been searching for a back way into the Institute through some old laboratories. They stumbled upon a dusty old terminal in a room full of dissected gen-3 synth parts. In no time Sole hacked it and found out much more than they ever intended. This was the first laboratory where the Institute perfected the gen-3 synths. The first gen-3 was designed as an experimental model transplanted with fake memories and no knowledge about the Institute, just to see how they fared on the surface. Sole stared wide eyed at a picture of themselves as Codsworth gasped horrified. That still didn’t answer why he had false memories too. Who was he? He and Sole scrounged the lab for any hint of Codsworth’s origins but all they found was a brittle signed piece of paper detailing a financial partnership between the Commonwealth Institute of Technology and General Atomics.

Curie: “Zat seems very bizarre zat they would not tell you. Doesn’t ze Institute pride themselves on keeping their synths under control? Why would they voluntarily give you your own autonomy? Zis does not make sense to Curie.” Sole was so caught up with their whole life being a lie that they were overwhelmed. Curie however made very valid points about the whole situation that really didn’t seem to add up. She grounded Sole, she always did. Curie’s ability to remain calm and logical in all situations is why she is the only person Sole trusts to go to for sensitive issues. She was their voice of reason. Sole and Curie went into a room with some large paper and pencils and drafted a hypothetical timeline of the events that Father had told Sole in sequential order. They plotted everything they could, dates, places, people, etc as they could. Curie was right. Something didn’t add up… Curie had them analyze their past few interactions with Father to see if there might be some reason for him to have told them this. Well Sole had knowingly continued to help the Railroad despite being advised against it. Wait… Did Father tell them that to make them more obedient? To make them believe that they were servants of the Institute to dissuade them from independent thought?

Danse: [Reversal of Blind Betrayal] Elder Maxson called him to the command deck, informing him that Proctor Quinlan had recovered the data retrieved from the Institute. Sole was a synth. Danse’s blood ran cold. How? How could he have not noticed he had been travelling with a synth the whole time? And he was the one that brought them on board. The implications of his wrongdoing weight heavily on his conscience. His mind raced with what they might have done. Had they stolen classified information? Were they a seed from the Institute? No matter. They were on the run now and Danse was mandated to kill them. He ended up cornering them at Listening Post Bravo. They were done running. Danse was so ready to kill the dirty synth that lied straight to his face but the second he saw their familiar eyes looking back so sadly at him, all of his bravado fell. They accepted their death, told him it was okay. Danse raised the gun to their head and they thanked him. Sole’s eyes never left his. He couldn’t. He was weak. Sole made him feel ways he never felt before and even though everything he had ever learned was screaming at him to kill them, his arms hung limply at his side. He couldn’t pull the trigger. He was in love with this synth.

Deacon: “What?” was all he said when Sole approached him saying “I won.” He could instantly tell something was wrong. Every semblance of their body language basically screamed they was upset. They had this game, kind of like comparing scars. Neither one took offense, but rather found it fun. They both had seen some pretty fucked up things. Sole explained how they had the biggest lie of all: their whole life. Deacon’s heart fell as they failed to fight back the tears that were streaming down their face. “Geez, Boss it never was a competition. I mean to me, you… aww shit what am I saying? Get over here.” He couldn’t take just standing there like a douchebag as the one person that ever truly made him feel like himself desperately needed someone. He fit their head into the crook of his neck and rubbed their back. He told people he wasn’t a hugger because he wasn’t comfortable with people being close to him. But now, he was more at home than he ever had been before. What they had; that was real. No Institute could have implanted that.

Dogmeat: *whine* Sole stared off into space in a catatonic state in their wheelchair. The intern at the State Mental Health Hospital wheeled them around the skilled nursing facility grounds away from the other patients. The residing psychiatrist approached her “How are they doing?” he said with his clipboard out, ready to take notes. The intern gave a weary smile, remembering the eventful past few minutes. “They’re doing much better now. Sorry the alarms called you on your day off doc. I don’t know what happened. They were fine one minute, and the next they were acting all paranoid saying something like we implanted memories in them or something and we faked their husband too. Then they started throwing things and it was really upsetting the other patients.” The doctor nodded knowingly, pushing his glasses an inch up his crooked nose. “Did you use operation Dogmeat?” he asked. Again the intern nodded. “Yeah. 5mg of Haldol. The nurses did it. Calmed ‘em right down.” The doctor nodded once more before clicking his pen shut. “Good. Sole’s been having increasingly severe episodes. Perhaps we’ll try another medication. Thank you for your help.” With that the psychiatrist walked off and the intern kept wheeling Sole’s chair as they stared off in an immobile state thinking about the comforting glow of the irradiated wasteland.

Hancock: “Wow. That’s some heavy stuff right there sister/brother.” Hancock looked down in pensive thought as Sole explained to him everything they had learned at the Institute. He knew something was wrong when they came to him, legs and hands trembling so badly they couldn’t keep still. So he brought them up to the roof of his state house. No one had ever been up there before besides him. Not even Fahrenheit. It was his place to go to when he needed time to think, to calm down, to cool off. But now, Sole needed time to think. That was the most important thing right now. He placed a gentle arm around Sole. “Hey, I know this isn’t exactly comparable, but I understand the feeling of never being able to return to the life you once had before. Believe me. But that’s what this place is y’know? This whole city collects all the misfits that don’t fit in anywhere else. Now me? I don’t give a damn what you are. You’ll always be my sunshine.”

MacCready: “Woah boss… okay.” He rose his hands up and started backing away. Sole had their back turned to him as they spoke calmly and softly. Somewhere deep down MacCready knew they didn’t look back on purpose because they knew what he was going to do. A synth? Are you freaking kidding me? He slung his sniper over his back and took off down the road without looking back. Boss had lied to him the whole time. He hated being lied to. He-he had traveled with that synth. He had laughed with that synth. He had kissed that synth. He had made love to that synth. Days passed as he almost made it to the border of the Commonwealth. The nights seemed colder. He became more irritable. More anxious. He missed that synth. Loneliness turned into sadness and as the decrepit signpost with ‘Welcome to the Capital Wasteland,’ came into view and he stopped. What was he doing? After a few moments he let out an irritated sigh and turned around to make his way all the way back to Sanctuary because he loved that synth.

Nick Valentine: They had tailed a courser to a military compound. Nick and Sole did a good job of tailing him stealthily until the courser stopped at a far room only visible though a small window. He held out a holotape to someone and a man i a lab coat grabbed it. Nick felt Sole stand up beside him, their face as white as a sheet. “Nate” they whispered. “Kid don’t!” He hissed, but it was too late. They’d already stepped out into the clearing. Sole took both the men by surprise, the courser immediately taking up arms but Sole only looked at Nate in a way that made Nick feel uncomfortable. He didn’t trust this man. Nate started smooth talking Sole who seemed to be sucking it all up like a dream. That was until he started saying a designation number. Nick shot him with a tranquilizer dart before he could finish and he and Sole finished off the courser for the sake of their own survival. Sole was all forms of confused and so Nick felt like he had to stay strong for them. He grabbed the holotape out of their not-so-dead spouse’s hand. Nick snatched away their hand that was smoothing down the collapsed Nate’s hair and popped the holotape in their pipboy, muttering something incoherent. What they saw was a report on the synth…Sole. That tape detailed everything. About their implanted memories and the fake body they implanted. Sole ran out of the building so quickly that Nick was stumbling to keep up with them. “Kid! Hold up…” He wheezed. When he caught up with them he saw tears where threatening to fall from their frightened eyes. “Having a life that doesn’t belong to you, not knowing where the fake ends and the real begins, that’s something I can empathize with more than you know.”

Piper: “H-hey Blue, calm down-” *crash!* “JESUS! Put that down you’re going to hurt yourself! And destroy my house!” Sole was never meant to find out they were a synth. Father went to great lengths to hide it. However a comment a scientist made in Robotics rubbed Sole the wrong way. How dare they implicate them as a synth? They were obviously Father’s parent. Sole was a truth-seeker, just like Piper, which is why she loved them. That night, Sole snuck into Robotics and hacked into their terminals, searching for what that could have meant. That’s when Sole found out. The first place they went to was Piper’s house. They quickly drank themselves into an angry stupor, throwing things and yelling about the life they never had and the person who they weren’t. Piper propped her hands on her hips, looking at her big baby Blue. “Look! I love the person I see here right before my very eyes. I don’t care if your past was fake, I know the you right now isn’t fake and that’s all that matters.”

Preston: He passed Sole the bottle of whiskey as they were explaining their story in front of the campfire they had made. He tried to imagine what it was like having your whole life all of a sudden be fake like that and he shivered at the idea. Sole downed the rest of the bottle in one go (which was ¾ths full!). Preston grimaced knowing that couldn’t have been tasty never mind healthy. He scooted closer to them, rubbing their back in small circles as they leaned up against him. Sole threw their hands up in frustration. “Hey General, your place if right here so don’t you ever feel like you don’t belong somewhere because you got me and all of us at Sanctuary to help you.” He placed tender kisses along their cheek but then abruptly stopped. “Wait… If Nate never existed then… does that make me your first love? That makes me kind of happy.” Sole didn’t look as happy as they play socked him in the arm. Preston stood up, taking their hands in his. He raised them up until they were at eye level and rubbed noses with them. “Babe, I’m really sorry your life was fake and all. But I promise, I am going to give you something real that only the person standing here before me could experience.”

Strong: “WHA… HUMAN NOT HUMAN? HUMAN IS METAL MAN? STRONG NO UNDERSTAND!” Sole grew red in the face trying to explain every little detail to Strong who seemed to kind of get it but not really. Venting at him actually helped them calm down a lot as they eventually adopted a ‘fuck it’ attitude and continued to do what they did. Strong now refers to Sole as ‘robot’ instead of ‘human.’

X6-88: He knew. X6′s boots slammed on the floor as rain pelted his shades. Who knows how long he had been running. The whole time, he knew about Sole. Sole was an experiment designed by Shaun to see how receptive an unsuspecting gen-3 model was when their origins were revealed. It was a test of internal fortitude. X6 knew they weren’t ready. He’d been assigned to protect them, to watch over them. He knew them. When they went AWOL, he was the first to volunteer for their reclamation. There was no way he was ever going to let any of the other coursers near them. He was going to do it. So now he ran. The Institute could track your locations of teleportation so he had to lay low. This was what he was trained for: hunting down synths that disobey. Sole was just another one. But as he searched every place that ever meant something to them, his convictions started to sound superficial to him. The more he thought of these troubling thoughts the more he began to think that he might become the very first courser in history that went rogue.

~Extra~

Maxson: Sole took him aside privately, hoping to confide in the leader of the Brotherhood. Big mistake. “Synth!” He yelled, smacking them across the face, knocking them out. When they came to, they were in a cage, the molerats having been moved, and surrounded by all the heads of the Brotherhood staring at them with cold eyes. Maxson stepped forward and Sole glared as he began a grandiose speech of how they were an Institute spy and synth filth that was sent to infiltrate them. After all they’d been through they couldn’t believe what they were hearing. When he finally turned to address them, Sole spit on him. The air filled with roars as Maxson stripped off his jacket and entered the cage. Sole did their best to put up a fight but he still beat them. He always won. This sick ritual of torture and humiliation continued for days. What the other heads didn’t know what that Maxson came back to their cage in the middle of the night and fucked them like they were going to ‘fuck the Brotherhood.’ They had known Maxson once had feelings for them and so Sole decided to take advantage of that. One night they kissed him hard, which stunned him enough for them to escape. They didn’t make it very far though before Maxson caught them by the hair and threw them forward into the sharp metal corner of a table, splitting their leg open. Sole yelped in pain, clutching their synthetic bleeding leg. Two large arms draped around them. All they heard was the faint whisper of “I’m sorry” as they tried to grasp the situation. What the fuck?

Father: “Take them away” he sighed with a wave of his hand, motioning to the door. He rose his cup of tea to his lips as two gen-2 synths came and dragged away Sole’s lifeless body off the floor. Both of his parents died that fateful day he was plucked out of Vault 111. Ever since rising into power of the most technologically advanced faction in the Commonwealth, Shaun sought to restore what he had lost: his family. With every prototype, each approximation got closer and closer to a real human. Unfortunately, this one was unable to handle the intense emotional stimuli of such a revelation. Shame. Perhaps the next one will do better.

Desdemona: She held Sole’s head to her chest comfortingly when they started to hyperventilate while talking about it. “Shh, hey there. Sorry this happened to you agent. The Institute likes to play all these kinds of cruel jokes on their synths just to see what happens sometimes. Can’t say it’s the first time I’ve seen something like this but I’m sorry it had to happen to you.” Des opened her arm to motion to the rest of HQ. When Sole finally looked up she saw everyone: Deacon, Glory, Drummer Boy, Tinker Tom, PAM, even Carrington surrounding them with sympathetic looks in their eyes. They were silent but united. Desdemona squeezed Sole’s shoulder. “You see? We are all here for you. We are your family now.”

Glory: She found out the hard way. One day the classical radio station had been jacked by the Brotherhood but when they all tuned in to listen to the strange broadcast, the sound of Sole screaming filled the room. The chilling discord of Sole’s voice turned her blood to ice. The Brotherhood said they found their little “synth agent” spying on them and that if the Railroad didn’t cease and desist, then they were going to kill her. Glory wanted to riddle every single one of them with bullets from her minigun but Des convinced her to wait for more information instead of running into a trap. A few days later, Tom’s terminal wigged out and a message slowly appeared on the screen: ‘Escaped. Help - Sole.’ That was enough sign for Glory. She grabbed her gun and ran to the only place she knew Sole would go: The Randolph Safehouse. Sole’s messy hair came into view as Glory called out to them as she approached but what she saw when Sole turned around twisted her stomach into knots. Sole had a gaping hole shot in their stomach which revealed a gory mix of blood, sparks, and protruding wire. Those motherfuckers. Glory ran to Sole’s side and took their shaky body in her arms. She was going to make the Brotherhood pay for what they did to Sole.

🎨 sisterhood social idea ~ adult coloring book party!  🎨

“Grown Up” coloring books are really popular for creative expression and reducing stress. Plan an adult coloring book session as a FUN chapter social, or an informal recruitment event! You can find free pages online, or purchase some favorite coloring books, and distribute one page to each attendee. (Books are sold at craft stores and online.) Provide several large sets of colored pencils for everyone to share. 

Sisters and PNMs will enjoy a relaxing coloring session with music, food & drink and an art exhibit after the party. Many coloring pages feature sorority mascots and symbols too, so you can even theme your event to your organization if you wish. Owls, turtles, skulls and under the sea scenes and are all trendy. 

Holiday coloring books are a great idea for a Halloween or Christmas party. Coloring in a large group would be fun for a panhellenic event. Or, organize a coloring contest fundraiser for your philanthropy! Charge an entrance fee and award prizes in different categories. A Coloring Marathon is another fabulous fundraising idea. Get in on the zen coloring craze, ease study tensions, recruit PNMs, and/or raise money at the same time! xoxo ;)