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venusflytrpp · 1 year

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The way you felt - Lucrecia

There you sat on the same sofa that you found yourself on time and time again. The same looks of pity across the nightclub coming in from every direction. Every time you wonder how you got into this same position every Wednesday. Helplessly pining after a girl who barely gave you the time of day in favour of her ex who wanted nothing to with her romantically.

“Y/N!!” Hearing your name being repeatedly called from the entrance of the club you get up making your way through sweaty bodies, shoes slightly sticking to the floor due to spilled drinks by the wasted entitled students of las encinas. “Y/N” You increase your pace getting closer to the entrance locating the source of the voice to be Rebeka, Samuel and Nadia clearly blocked for entrance by a rather burly guard.

“Right, there she is finally, y/n we were just telling this guy that we are meant to be on the list, but your little Mexican barbie must have forgotten” Rebeka enunciates nodding her head within the club. A blank expression takes homage on your face until you look across all three of them eyes pleading at you to go along with it.

Rolling your eyes, you look at the bouncer “Let them in. Lucrecia forgot to get their names on the list. I texted her to remind her, but it seems she forgot again” As you see the acknowledgement cross his face you start moving back to where you were previously seated.

They pass the bouncer as he lets them in with Rebeka patting him on the cheek in a teasing manner. Moving to catch up to you she moves her arm to rest on your shoulder redirecting you to the bar. You look at her, eyebrows raising in question only to find a knowing smile on her face. As you arrive at the bar Rebeka calls out to the bartender.

“6 shots please my good man, I’m tryna get this one tanked” She exclaims patting your back enthusiastically. Your eyes widen in a panic. She sees this laughing at you saying “no there not all for you babes, we get three each.”

“How do you know I'm not already drunk?” A look from her is all it takes to get you to shut up and down all three of your shots as soon as they are given to you.

“So where is Latino Barbie? “She asks already assuming you'd know where she is due to your endless pining. You nod your head towards Lucrecia who's got herself all over Guzman as he’s looking in the direction of the bar to the girl who appeared next to you after taking off her hijab in the bathroom.

“You know I'll never understand how you managed to find yourself at the beck and call of a girl like that. Any of the girls in this school would drop their pants for you with just a look yet you chose her.” Rebeka releases her arm from round your shoulder turning you in your seat to look away from Lu. “And before you go off with your pitiful speech on how you didn't choose to fall in love with her, I don't wanna hear it. The girl doesn't give you the time of day and when she does, she somehow manages to convince you that she's yours.”

Your head drops down to your hands taking Rebe’s words to heart, knowing that everything she's saying is true. “I love her Rebe and every time that I do have her in my arms, I never want to let go because it seems like she finally feels the same way. I thought I was fine with having her once in a while but now it just really fucking hurts.” Tears escape the corner of your eyes rolling down your cheeks into your closed hands.

Rebe takes your shoulders into her hands pulling you forward into her embrace. Whispering comforting words into your ears, kissing your forehead as she goes to look you in the eyes. “Look y/n you can either confront her today and try and get out of this or we can get absolutely fucked and deal with it tomorrow”

A smile makes its way on your lips as you reply “the second option please” A nod from her confirms it as she turns back towards the bartender ordering more shots.

About 6 more shots and a few drinks later you found yourself on the dancefloor with Rebe grinding her back against you and some girl that you forgot the name of behind you. Your phone buzzes in your back pocket causing the unnamed girl to lean forward and shout over the music “Your phones going off!” Nodding your head in acknowledgement you take your phone out unlocking it only getting a glimpse of Lucrecia’s name across the screen before Rebeka leans backwards grabbing the phone and dropping it into her bra.

“Hey-” before you could even begin to protest, she shouts “No y/n, we’re getting fucked and dealing with this tomorrow remember?” This is all it takes to shut you up before you grab her hips and pull her further into you in agreement.

—

Waking up to a pounding in your head wasn't the morning that you'd expect when you got ready to leave for the club last night. But alas here you were laying upside down in Rebeka’s bed the other side vacant.

Slowly rising, taking caution to moving too fast you get off the bed and make your way downstairs after checking you were decent in the mirror. Getting to the bottom of the stairs, making your way into the kitchen you see Rebeka and her mum sitting at the kitchen counter with a jug of orange juice on the table as well as a big plate of toast and fruits.

“Buenos días hermosa! “Rebeka’s mum calls out to you causing you to flinch as her voice seemed to make your hangover worse. “Oh, right sorry, it must have been a long night” She revaluates her words and volume, taking note of your flinch.

(Good morning beautiful)

Raising an eyebrow towards Rebeka you ask the silent question getting the reply “no, no we didn't do anything last night” With your shoulders falling down in relief she retaliates “Hey! Don't look so relieved you’d be lucky to have me” Chuckling to yourself you reply.

“Of course, I would.” Looking down, patting down your pockets you ask “hey, have you seen my phone anywhere?” Extending her pointer finger to the corner of the table furthest from you, you see your phone.

“I don't know if you even want to open it, Latino barbie went a bit mad spamming your phone last night, it might have been after she saw us leave together but otherwise, I’m unsure”

Eyes widening you unlock your phone finding about 20 messages from Lucrecia all asking about your whereabouts and why you left with Rebe.

“Joder” you say locking your phone placing it face down on the table.

(Fuck)

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Sunlight had vowed to be your sworn enemy this morning as you got out of the car, Rebeka getting out behind you and handing you a pair of sunglasses which you were grateful for.

“I told you you'd need that spare uniform you left at my place sometime” She straightens out her skirt looking you up and down in your maroon pants and matching school blazer, shirt and tie.

Rolling your eyes, you move ahead of her making your way across the bridge into the school deeply dreading running into Lucrecia, as you knew if you did you probably wouldn't have the energy for your daily facade.

Walking into the classroom you immediately wanted to walk out but whilst turning to do so you bump into Samuel causing you to turn back into the classroom and sit next to Rebe rather than your normal seat behind Carla y Lucrecia.

(y-and)

“Aye, hermosa you're in my seat!” Valerio’s voice booms out from the front of the class and immediately you want to be swallowed by the ground beneath you. Lucrecia turning round in her seat, starts beckoning out for you but the headache that’s enslaved you causes you to ground yourself further into your arms. Rebeka’s hand moves upwards and downwards rubbing circles on your back.

(Hermosa – beautiful)

“Right, Ms Lucrecia I’m going to need you to stop calling for y/n like she’s a dog and leave her alone, at least until break, Por favor. And Valerio you can just take y/n’s seat” Rebe calls forward addressing the stepsiblings

“Narco since when did you speak for y/n, I’m sure her mouth works” Lu retaliates ignoring the glare Rebe gives her focusing on you as your head peaks out and all you say is

“Not today, Lu, Por favor” The positioning of your head causes the words to come out muffled, but she must’ve gotten the message as she turns around, scowl on her face. A small tap on your back from Rebeka clearly commends you for the decision.

(Por favor – please)

—-

Class finishes and your first instinct is to grab your things and leave before Lu catches up, but it seems she had the same idea, as she’s up before you standing in the doorway, blocking you from leaving.

“And where do you think you’re going? “She questions looking you up and down, choosing to ignore the clear distasteful look you were sporting.

“I have another class soon- “

“It’s in an hour, we both have the same class next.” She interrupts, as you hear Valerio chuckle from behind you. Informing you that everyone can hear the conversation.

“Look, to be honest I’m tired, hungover and I really don’t want to deal with your shit right now. Can I just get past?” Clearly obnoxious to the current situation you hear Valerio laugh even louder making a few comments to Rebe which you're sure you’ll find out about later.

Lu takes a step back sending a dirty look to Valerio then grabbing at your wrist pulling you towards the girls bathrooms clearly uncaring if you run into people behind her. Due to this your left sprouting apologies left and right in response to the looks you get. Some even give you sympathy looks once they see who's pulling you.

Making her way into the bathroom with you in tow she kicks out anyone that was in there and locks the door behind you.

“What the fuck was that about Y/n?” She turns around giving you a look that makes you pray for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“I could be asking you the exact same question Lucrecia, you don't seem to have any consideration for other people. Though that wasn't really a surprise to me” you say the last part under your breath, though by the look on her face you can tell she heard.

“What’s gotten into you- “

“What’s gotten into me is that I’m finally done with your bullshit, you can’t use me as a failsafe every time that your advances on Guzman go wrong” Your head starts pounding a reminder of the hangover you were still nursing but regardless you keep going, “ The guy doesn’t want you and I did, I wanted you, I gave you everything you deserved Love, Comfort and more. Yet every time you were done with me you went right back to him. I knew this yet it took someone else saying it for me to finally get it in my head.”

Her face drops at your use of the past tense

“Did…” she asks “Did?” she asks again anger rising in her voice as she get louder “Is this about Narco… did you fuck her!”

“Wait, what… did you listen to a word I just said, it’s you, you’re the issue-”

“You still haven’t denied it” Your head tilts in question “After the party last night, did you fuck Rebeka?”

Your brows raise in disbelief at the accusation, but you decide to keep her guessing, avoiding the question again “Can you hear me, Lucrecia? The issue isn’t with who I’m fucking or who I’m not fucking it’s about how you’re messing with me, you know how I feel and yet you can’t give me a straight answer.”

“Feelings were never involved in this, I thought you knew that?”

You feel your heart break at this, looking her in the eyes trying to find the lie in her words but all you see is her looking back at you with a sure look on her face. You take a step back approaching the door, unlocking it.

“Ok, cool… Don’t contact me please, I hope you're happy, But I guess you won't be until you realise that it's never gonna be with Guzman.”

Getting out of the bathroom, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, you make your way to your previous classroom. Entering the room, you see everyone conversing and get quieter seeing you, clearly indicating they were talking about what was going on between you and Lucrecia. Despite this you walk up to Rebe mid conversation with Samuel and tap her on the shoulder.

As if recognising the tears threatening to fall, she goes to ask you how it went but you interrupt

“Can we go back to yours?” you ask quietly “She’ll probably turn up at my house later because I asked her not to call.”

“Anything to blow off school… and also to help you out clearly something happened with her” She initially grins before realising and replacing it with a soft smile.

Rolling your eyes, you grab her hand and her bag leading her out of the classroom not before Valerio calls after you

“Can I join?”

Disgust takes up your face sending him a look that shuts him down then continuing your way out of the class and down the halls. Just as you reach the main entrance you bump into Lu falling back into Rebe, her hand holding your waist steady. She goes to insult you for colliding with her before she realises it’s you.

Looking you up and down for any discrepancies she may have caused she goes to apologise before she sees Rebeka’s hands still on your waist. This stops her as her look hardens and she stalks past not before barging Rebe’s shoulder.

You shake your head taking her hand back into yours leading her out of the school towards the car.

“What was that about? I mean aside from the obvious hate she has for me, it seems it’s gotten worse” She questions.

Begrudgingly, you answer

“She thinks we fucked”

AN- started off inspired by this song but it kinda goes off it i left the song there if you still wanna listen.

#elite #elite x fem!reader #elite netflix #elite x reader #elite fanfic #lucrecia montesinos #lucrecia x reader #alec benjamin #the way you felt #angst i guess #Venusflytrpp #Spotify

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carladuquette · 2 years

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Okay okokokok... SO

First off: I love your Close Your Eyes, Count to Ten and I honestly have to say I would have NEVER thought about Lu and Rebe. Like, that is a pair I did not expect to see, even though I always wanted Rebeka to be the gay one when she was first introduced to the show. Obviously my gay ass wanted Lu to be gay.... for reasons. Anywhooo!

I love how you give more background to the development towards the story. For example, going back to certain memories and building upon that to show (in current) how that has an effect to a situation o how just a basis in general. I absolutely love it all!

I'm surprised no one is married at this point, honestly. Mostly from Guzman and Nadia. That's a couple I thought you would have married already earlier in your story, pero I digress.

I'm invested and I'm interested to see how you'll be ending this story of yours. I love Lu and I also love Rebeka (she's easily my favorite) and I'm just excited to be on this adventure you (thankfully) are choosing to continue with. I'm publicly saying this so you can choose to hold me accountable, pero no matter how long it takes you to update, you have my word that I WILL BE THERE TO THE VERY END!

Keep up the great work and always work at your own pace! I cannot wait for the next update.

THANK YOU ❤️❤️❤️ Truly. I do have a plan now for how I want to end this, and as I’ve previously mentioned, it’s a happy ending! It’ll take some time still to get there (because I’m slow) and the waters will get (remain? lol) choppy, but Close your eyes will 100 percent have a proper ending. I so appreciate you saying you’ll be there for it.

I totally understand your… reasons, right there with you 😆 Lu and Rebe had great chemistry in my eyes and I still can’t believe the writers never did anything with it on the show. But hey, just taking things into my own hands now.

You are too kind. I’m trying to build well-rounded characters whose actions make sense. Lu and Val in particular are in the places they are in now because of what happened to them in the past- and because of what they did. Their memories shape their characters. The fact you noticed that makes me happy 🙂

Again, thanks for sticking with me through the big changes and despite the snail’s pace updates.

#ask answered #elite #lu x rebe #lu x valerio #close your eyes

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marvel-ousnesss · 4 years

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There for you (Valerio Montesinos x reader)

@nervousbailiffpicklecookie's request: 15, 16, 17 w/ Valerio from elite. from this promptlist.

Warning: abusive parent, alcohol, angst

A/N: Thanks so much for reading. Love you all so, so much

Wordcount: 3140

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You stirred the last sip of your drink in circles, blinking a few times before looking at it with a newfound interest. You were normally a gleeful drunk but at the moment you could only think of what awaited at home. All you wanted to do was enjoying the night but things had been going south ever since you had arrived.

Samuel had shown up at the club, making Guzman more bitter than usual; hence, Lu was practically joint by his hip. Carla, her head had been spinning around Christian for a few months now and, even if you repetitively tried to drag her away from him and to the dance floor, she gravitated toward him every time. And Ander, well, you hadn’t seen him for like an hour… which left you out of options.

“What the hell”, you mumbled while you emptied your drink and gracelessly made your way to Nadia and the new girl. They weren’t your usual crowd but you had worked with Nadia for a few projects and she had always been nice to you, so you went for it.

"Nadia, hey! I can’t believe you're here, you look great." You plastered a smile on your face, determined to give having a good time one last try. You waved a barman and, with a gesture of your hand, ordered shots for the three of you.

"Thanks, Y/N, you too". She smiled back at you. "Oh, this is Rebeka."

"Hey, nice to meet you."

She gave you a nod. "Won’t Guzmán kick you out of his little clique if he sees you with us?"

"I’ll take my chances", you shrugged. "But he's all bark, no bite."

At that moment, your drinks arrived.

Rebeka took hold of one of the glasses and so did you.

She raised one. "In that case, listen up.” She looked between the two of you, prompting you to pay attention. "I'd screw that guy after, maybe, four beers. That one, after two" your eyes followed her finger around the room. "And that one, she laughed, oh my god I would do him after a non-alcoholic beer, she pointed at a last one. Shit, I’d fuck him after drinking diet coke, what bout you."

You scanned the club and, with a frown, pretended to consider all the different choices. After a few seconds, you drank your shot and smiled at them.

"Okay, ladies, keep up." Your index finger jumped around the room while you chanted, "Three, five, three, four, and," you paused, then pointed at a guy in the middle of the room. "Maybe seven," you giggled. "All of those being counted in tequila shots."

Nadia rolled her eyes with a smile and Rebeka laughed. "What about you?" she asked Nadia.

"Oh no, I don't drink so I wouldn't really know how to play."

"Your loss," you teased in a sing-song voice.

"Yeah, you're really missing out," Rebeka lifted her glass.

Nadia's eyes drifted between the two of you and she gave in and took hold of Rebeka's drink. However, Valerio bumped into her when she was about to take a sip as he and Guzmán reentered the club animatedly chatting.

"Sorry." He turned towards Nadia with a look of concern. "I'm so sorry about that."

She brushed him off and just laughed, "Now that's definitely a sign from above."

Rebeka snorted, "Well if you ask me, he doesn't really look like an envoy from heaven."

"I can be anything you want," his voice was smoky as he stalked behind her. "A demon, an angel just-" he lifted his gaze and caught yours- "say the word."

He stepped past her and closer to you, then took a small leap and sat on the stool next to you.

"That's a lie," you scoffed. "You're anything but an angel."

"True," his hand traveled to your waist. “But that has never bored you.”

Nadia gave you and Rebeka an awkward smile, "see you guys in a bit."

At least she knew how to read the mood. Rebeka, on the other hand, showed no intention of leaving. Just your luck, Lu appeared behind her with the plastic smile she had perfected over the years.

"Hi, good evening, I believe we haven't been properly introduced." she beamed, "I'm Valerio's sister."

Rebeka forced a smile.

"Half-sister," Valerio taunted, his hand stroking your side softly.

You leaned into his touch, your body began to remind you how much you had missed him.

"Anyway," Lu rolled her eyes, pretending not to notice. " Mind if I steal you off for a second? Later guys", she winked, leaving with Rebeka.

Valerio mouthed a 'thank you' and hopped off the stool, bringing you closer to him. "You avoided me the whole day," he stated. "Why?"

You gulped, trying to find a proper answer.

"My dad's in Valencia, and, well, my mom's been kind of in a mood lately,” you admitted. "But let's not talk about it now,” Your voice was velvety as you leaned toward him slowly.

Before he could argue, you pulled his golden chain for your lips to meet his in a tender kiss and your hands traveled around his neck. However, he saw right through you. Instead of urging to go deeper, like he usually would, he moved away from you and, when your gaze fell, used one of his hands to lift your chin.

"I know it's technically not mine, but if you wanna crash at my place, just say the word."

"Thanks," you smiled and took a deep breath. "But let’s not think about that now, we have some catching up to do.”

Valerio knew exactly what you meant and, to say the least, was happy to oblige. He guided you to the dance floor, this time stepping behind you. Again, his hands found their way to your waist and began toying with the hem of your shirt, later moving to the sides of the waistline of your pants. Your arm snaked around his collar and tucked on his raven curls, prompting him to bury his face in the delicate spot where your shoulder met your neck.

You had missed this deeply, even sometimes it troubled you to think of him. Most people didn’t get to see past the drug loving party boy facade, but he had been there for you in your darkest moments and had proven himself one of the most caring and loyal people anyone could ask for.

That was exactly why you were afraid of losing him. It was one thing to have fun among friends, pretty much what you were doing right now; and a complete other to let any feelings into the mix. Feelings that, you knew, had been haunting you for a long time now.

Although now was not the moment to think of that, so you let yourself enjoy the rest of the party. Having Valerio by your side gave you a significant boost of endorphins; you laughed, danced, and drank your ass off, momentarily forgetting what expected you once you arrived home.

Huge mistake.

A headache woke you up next morning, according to your phone, you still had half an hour before your alarm went off. But there was no use on trying to fall back asleep, your throat was too dry and, for some reason, your room had been invaded by some awfully fruity and cloying smell.

With a groan, you stumbled to the kitchen and dove into the refrigerator. After grabbing a glass of cold water, you closed the door, coming face to face with your mother.

She was in gym clothes, ready to head out for a run, so you prayed for your encounter to be as short-lived as possible. You weren’t in the mood to deal with her right now, and you had to get ready for school if you wanted to head to Ander’s before class.

“Morning,” you greeted.

“Glad you’re awake honey, I wanted to talk to you before you left.”

She asked you to sit with her on the couch for a moment, giving you what she thought was a kind smile.

You forced out a matching one, “what’s up, is everything okay, mom?

She sighed. “Y/N, dear, you know I love you. But you can’t let loose like you did last night.” She grabbed one of your hands and you involuntary stiffened. “Our family has a carefully built name, and we all have to do our part to take care of it.”

There was no point in arguing with her. “It was a mistake, mom, I’m sorry I went a bit over the top.”

“A bit over the top?” She scoffed, “you arrived home at four in the morning, stumbling through the door. God knows where you even drank that much.”

“I just went out with a few friends from school. Ander was there, and so was Nadia. Remember her?”

She let go of your hand and pinched her temples, exasperated. “It’s not about them. You are our daughter and need to begin acting like such.”

“I'm sorry, it won't happen again.”

"you better make sure of it," she foretold.

Grateful it was over, you let yourself relax. Your hands tangled themselves in your hair and you put it into a messy bun.

“Honey, I’m only gonna ask this once,” this time, she took hold of both of your hands and turned around to completely face you. “Where did you get those bruises?”

She sounded disgusted and defeated, but tried to evoke interest and concern. You looked at her, perplexed, and checked your hands and arms. "What bruises?"

her cynical laugh made you gulp.

Without warning, your mother's hand landed on your cheek, leaving a burning sensation behind. “I told you, I'm not gonna ask again.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, not knowing what was she talking about.

Grumbling something under her breath, she grabbed your arm and stood up, guiding you to the guest restroom. Once there, she pushed you toward the mirror. "These bruises, you little slag."

You mentally cursed, flashbacks of the party coming back to you at speed of light. Then you faced her once again, her arms were crossed over her chest as she looked at you with disgust.

You released a breath, thinking of a plausible excuse. “I burnt myself with my flat iron.” Your tone showed no emotion, but your nose wrinkled, giving you away.

“Like hell you did.” She breathed deeply, then looked at you in a much sympathetic way. "Please, don't lie to me."

“I’m not,” you insisted, "I burnt myself getting ready".

“Oh dear, why do you do this to us?” She sighed, pacing back to the living room. “Your father and I are just trying to do what's best for you, honey.” She sat back down burying her head in her hands.

A lake of tears spouted in your eyes. "Do you even think of what's best for me, mom?

Sometimes I feel like you just see me as a vessel for all the label 'Y/L/N' is to you."

As soon as the words left your lips, you realized the mistake you had made. Again, your mother's eyes shot daggers at you.

“You ungrateful brat, after all that your father and I have done, after what we've sacrificed to give you the life you have.” She stood up. “Of course, we see you as a Y/L/N 'cause that's you are. Without us, you're worthless.”

As she advanced toward you, you stepped back.

"Please, don't hit me," your blurted, eyes invaded by fear.

She closed her eyes and huffed, running a hand through her hair. "Just, go get dressed, you're gonna be late."

You quietly got ready for school and exited the house without saying goodbye. As you rode your bike to Ander’s house, which was a few blocks away, you found yourself stopping a minute to call your father, but didn’t say anything aside from the usual, awfully brief ‘good morning’ that was routine.

You opened your front camera and relaxed a bit when you saw the slap hadn’t left any visible marks - yet. What you were going through was still a bit new to you, your mother had hit you for the first time a month after your uncle’s death, two years ago. No one at school knew about it, aside from Ander, and you intended to keep it that way.

You put your phone away and continued pedaling through the familiar streets. Once you arrived at your friend's house, you left your bike on the sidewalk and knocked on the front door. Azucena was the one to answer, making you unconsciously guide your hand to the spot on your arm where your mother's had been.

She greeted you with a sense of warmth that put you at ease and invited you in while Ander finished getting ready. You almost spit your coffee when she nonchalantly asked about the red spots on your cheek but assured it was just an allergic reaction to a new powder.

“Took you long enough,” you sneered.

He rolled his eyes but greeted you with a hug. After kissing Azucena goodbye, the two of you left his house. You arrived at school with a few minutes to spare, even after the small detour to Nadia and Omar's shop. You fixed the folds of your skirt and stepped inside, parting ways with Ander and heading to your locker so you could fetch some books for the day. Staring at yourself through the small mirror hung on the small door, you sighed and used a small green stick concealer to get rid of the redness.

As if on cue, Valerio's frame appeared behind your shoulder as soon as you were done. You smiled at him through the mirror and closed your locker, turning around to face him.

"Just who I wanted to see," he hummed, stretching a hand out for you.

Once you took it he twirled you around, bringing you closer and landing his arm on your shoulder. Looking up at him, you quirked a brow

"Anything, in particular, that's got you this happy?"

"Nope." He popped the 'p' sound. ''Guess it's your doing."

You dismissed him with a hum and a quick peck, then began walking to class. The rest of the day went by uneventful, until the classes ended. You headed straight to the locker room, changed into a tank top and a pair of gym shorts, and made your way to the school gym. That was one of the safest places you could think of, as none of your friends used it.

Popping your earbuds in, you jumped on the treadmill and began warming up. The sweat ran down your forehead as you ran, panting and mouthing the lyrics to the song playing. Right after slowing the pace so you could cool off, you saw someone entering out the corner of your eye but gave it no mind. To get your attention, Valerio stepped onto the treadmill next to yours and began jogging.

You took an earbud off.

"Hello, Jell-O,"

"Hey V," you snorted, patting your face dry. Once done, you placed the towel on your shoulder, covering the plum subtle marks that had began to appear on your arm.

"Wanna bother my sister? Guzman and I are headed to Cayetana's and-."

Your brows frowned as you took a sip of water. "Not really, no."

Any trace of excitement left his face as he turned the treadmill off and stepped behind yours, waiting for you to finish. "Come on, Y/N/N,"he whined. "Just gonna be like- two hours, and I'll personally escort you to the mass."

"I can't." You stepped down, facing him. "Besides, I have to shower and stuff. It's better if I head home."

"Why don't you shower here?" He strode next to you as you exited the gym. "That way, we can make a pits stop at your place and the three of us head over to Cayetana's."

"Sorry V, I can't, I-"

You let your words die when you caught him staring at your face. The blush you got after running was already beginning to wear off, and the concealer you'd been wearing had worn off with all the sweat. Valerio's fingers caressed the crimson bruise that had appeared on your right cheek.

"How long have you been hiding this?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"It's nothing, really," you tried to disregard the topic, "just an allergy I got from this new powder I'm using."

"Please don't lie to me."

Those words sent a chill down your spine, your eyes tried to widen but you forced yourself to kept a straight face, although it didn't last. Defeated, you looked at him with glassy eyes. You couldn't bring yourself to lie to him anymore, not when he was looking at you with concern and shock radiating from every feature of his face.

"Two years," you disclosed, swallowing hard.

It hurt him to know that you hadn't confided in him when you were at your worst, you could see it. But he knew that, now that he knew, he needed to place those feelings aside and be there for you, like he should have been from the beginning.

"And, you've been dealing with this on your own?"

He moved closer to you and moved to bring you closer, knocking the towel off your shoulder. When he saw the rest of the bruises, he stepped back so he could properly study them. Your head fell to the side in shame. His hand trailed up your arm delicately and traced a feathery touch over the sore skin. When you gathered the courage to look at him, his eyes revealed a glimmer that match your own.

He couldn't stop the question from rolling off his tongue. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I- I," "I'm sorry." Your throat tightened and, after a sharp intake of breath, you pleaded, "I- please, don't be mad."

Tears began to fall down your cheeks and Valerio's heart broke. As a harrowing whimper abandoned you he wrapped his body around yours and rested his head on top of yours, letting you bury yourself in the comforting scent of his Versace cologne and the warmth of his embrace.

"Never," he mumbled against your hair.

You immediately hugged him tighter. Hearing that soothed you, but your crying didn't stop, it had been a long time since you last let yourself go and, right now, this was just what you needed. You focused on the strong heartbeat pounding against your ear and relaxed, allowing yourself some much needed catharsis.

"I love you," you breathed, tilting your head to look at him.

"I love you too." The smile he gave you took your breath away.

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more than friends - samuel garcia

Warnings: light cursing, SMUT, unprotected sex Word Count: 1.6k Request by: anonymous : “I know you’re probably busy but could you do an elite entry, starting with first day at school meeting Samuel, slowly being friends moving into “this first time””

You can still remember the first time you laid eyes on him. It was your first day at a new school, Las Encinas. He was standing by some lockers with what looked like his friends. They were lost deep in conversation and laughter, probably catching up on summertime memories.

You were walking down the steps nervously looking around, that’s when your eyes locked. He stopped whatever words were coming out of his mouth, and you swore you could see him lick his lips. It made your heart flutter.

The crowd of teen disappeared at the sound of the bell. You made it to the bottom of the steps and looked at the pamphlet in your hand, wondering where you were supposed to go.

“Hola.” Your head sprung up to meet the wondrous boy from the lockers. He was smiling at you kindly and you couldn't help but smile back. “Hola.” “You look like you need a little help.” “That obvious?” You asked rhetorically and lifted the pamphlet to cover your face in embarrassment.

The brown haired boy smirked and grabbed the pamphlet from you. He examined it for a moment before looking back at you. “Looks like it’s your lucky day.” You raised a curious eyebrow. “We’re in the same class.” He tilted his head motioning for you to follow, and without even knowing his name he lead you to the correct room.

That day he spent the whole day with you. Leading you to each class, picking you up after ones you didn't share and even taking you to lunch. In a spare period he gave you a tour of the whole school - honestly you have never been greeted with such kindness in any new school.

“This is going to sound incredibly silly.” You began as the two of you stood at your locker. “But we spent the day together, and I still don't know your name.” The boy smiled. “That makes two of us.”

“Well,” You reached out your hand. “I’m Y/N.” He took your hand and shook it gently. “Samuel.” “Nice to meet you Samuel.” Nice to meet you too Y/N.”

The way he said your name made your heart flutter. It was that moment you decided that the two of you would be good friends, maybe eventually something more.

It wasn't long before the two of you became insepreable. He introduced you to his group of friends and you did everything together. Samuel picked you up every morning, even though it wasn't on his way, and you walked to school together. You did your homework together, went out for food together and he even invited you over every Thursday for his infamous pasta.

The tension between the two of you rose with every moment you found yourself alone. There was no denying you found Samuel incredibly attractive but you contained yourself since you didn't want to ruin the friendship that you had built.

“Okay, okay, my turn.” You squealed. “Rebeka, truth or dare.” The group was gathered in Samuel’s living room, instead of doing homework playing a drunken childish game. “Truth.” “Would you kiss anyone in this room?” “Yes.” The brunette replied swiftly winking at Omar. Everyone laughed as Omar rolled his eyes. “Sorry honey, you’re not my type.” Rebe shrugged. “Just wait till we’re alone.” She blew a kiss in his direction causing the laughter to increase.

“Ey-” Ander joined in. “Find your own man to make-out with.” He threw a handful of peanuts at the girl who just stuck her tongue out.

“Alright, alright.” She composed herself and cleared her throat. “Samu-” Rebeka turned her attention to the brown haired boy sitting beside you. “Truth or dare.” He replied swiftly. “Is it true you’re godlike in bed?” Guzmán erupted in laughter hitting his best friend on his back. “What?” Rebeka exclaimed. “Carla talks like a lot.” Guzmán put his hands up in surrender and leaned back in his seat.

Samuel ran his fingers through his hair and licked his lips, an action that you would replay in your mind again and again every night.

“I don’t like to brag.” He stated with a smirk on his face. “You’re no fun.” Rebe sighed and took a sip of her beer.

The game carried on into the night. Empty bottles were scattered around the room, peanuts all over the floor and discarded bags of snacks shoved under the seats. One by one everyone left leaving you alone with Samuel. You said you would stay and help clean, an offer he gladly accepted.

He took care of the vacuuming while you picked up the bottles of beer. You could have sworn his eyes were on you constantly, trailing down your body and lingering on your ass every time you bent down, but you shook the feeling away. “Your mind is playing ticks on you.”, you thought.

When the room looked somewhat in order Samuel placed a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you.” He said and walked into the kitchen. You stood frozen for a moment, smiling to yourself.

“Are you hungry?” He called, brining you back to reality. “Sure.”

The pizza arrived maybe twenty minutes later and the two of you snuggled on the couch turning on a movie. Samuel had one arm around you, his fingers trailed gently up and down your bare skin. Honestly, it made it hard to concentrate on the movie.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about something.” You said. “Yeah?” Samuel enquired tilting his head slightly to meet your gaze. “About Rebe’s truth or dare question.” You couldn't help but smile which made Samuel smirk. “Really?” He raised an eyebrow as you nodded. “Sorry if that’s inappropriate.” Smiling you hid your face in his chest, he smelled so good.

Samuel placed his free hand on your cheek and pulled your face back gently so that your eyes locked again. He didn't say anything. Everything happened so fast.

His lips were suddenly on yours. They were softer than you imagined. You adjusted your position so that you were on his level and placed one hand on his chest. His hands tangled in your hair as he pushed your face in even closer to his.

Your mouths opened simultaneously and soon enough your tongues were dancing together. Despite the pizza and beer he still tasted like mint.

He ran one hand down your neck and pulled the strap of your tank down, letting it fall slightly on the one side. His hand wondered to your breast and rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned softly in his mouth and causing Samuel to do the same.

Quickly, and without breaking the kiss, you leaned back with your head resting on the armrest. You arched her back leaning into the couch, your hands running up and down Samuel’s back.

He broke the kiss and pulled up your top leaving you half naked. He explored you with his eyes and licked his lips. “Fuck.” He whispered. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

The sentence made you smile. Yet you didn't have time to reply as Samuel leaned down and began kissing down your neck. He placed one hand on one breast and manipulated your nipple, while his mouth sucked and teased your other nipple. You closed your eyes and moaned softly.

Samuel’s member twitched through his pants against your crotch. Your eyes remained closed as you lifted your hips up and removed your shorts. Then you proceeded to the buckle of Samuel’s trousers and you unzipped them as if your life depended on it. Samuel’s lips once again found yours. This time the kiss was messier, more passionate. With his finger he moved your underwear to one side and slipped his finger up and down your wet slit.

You couldn't take it any longer. You had to know what it felt like to have him inside of you.

“Please...” You whispered opening your eyes and Samuel knew exactly what that meant. He got to his feet and quickly stripped down releasing his hard cock.

He situated himself back on the sofa, positioning himself between your opened legs. You took his hard member in your fingers and stroked it gently for a moment. Samuel groaned.

He started to rub the head of his dick against your wet pussy. Your fingers dug into the sofa in a burning anticipation of what was about to happen. Samuel leaned down and met your gaze. “Are you sure you want this?” He whispered softly, his whole demeanour changing. “Yes.” You responded quickly. “Definitely yes.” Samuel smiled at your answer and pecked your lips.

He pushed in as far as he could go. A moan escaping your mouth in the process. He began to build up rhythm. Each thrust felt harder, more powerful - it felt like he was splitting you open over and over again as you groaned in pure ecstasy.

Samuel grabbed your bare legs and put them over his shoulders to get a deeper angle. His hands travelled to your ass as he gently squeezed your cheeks. The whole sofa was shaking underneath you at the rapid movements. You felt an inevitable orgasm come over you. Your legs began to shake as your back arched. Samuel’s pace only increased - it wasn't long before the two of you simultaneously released. A groan escaped both of your lips, followed by your bodies relaxing.

Samuel pulled out and leaned back on the couch. He placed one hand on your bare stomach and tilted his head to meet your gaze.

“That was-” He began. “Amazing.” You finished the sentence with a smile. “Definitely something I’d like to keep doing with you.” He teased making you roll your eyes.

He helped you up and handed you your tank top. “Does it answer your question?” Samuel asked as he pulled up his pants. “What do you think?” You replied with a grin and took a step forward towards him before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

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Hobbit Soulmate Pt 22

- bringing it into 2002, does mention 9/11, i’m not an expert on how it effected things globally but i tried to keep it believable while covering the actions to cover security with Mate abilities as well. Mainly tried to keep it drama free around that bit. -

London however, once Richard was fully patched up, again was lit up on a night of celebration. This time for a film you were not a part of, among the spare seats you were granted a pair in the audience of the Billy Elliot premier that suited up Richard beamed next to you in your simple white diamond accented dress with a low cut off the shoulder top beamed with his arm around you for the single picture before you crept inside passing the main cast flashing waves your way recognizing you and the other dancers heading for your seats near the back.

Exhaling sharply you murmured, “My first premier.”

Chuckling lowly Richard whispered back, “Just wait until you are the face of your own premier.”

“I would rather enjoy yours, Richy Rich.” Making him smirk and lean in claiming a quick peck before a speech was given by the director and the lights died to begin the film.

Fully ignoring your morning call to have a ‘private dinner meeting’ with one of the heads of the London Ballet Company, fully meaning you would be given a chance to lead their new ballet, if you put out. You refused to give in to their pathetic demands and didn’t even bother to acknowledge their try at threatening you would never dance again if you didn’t. Honestly you didn’t care if that was what they were demanding for it no matter the name behind the threat.

You did however accept the call from the Bolshoi Ballet Company who had a show traveling the States August to September who you would be rehearsing with in New York next week, remaining with them until you would fly back to New Zealand meeting up with your father for more filming there.

Lee again buzzed in and out eagerly stealing the week you were in California to show you around and keep your free time to show off the little nest he had there with a cousin between auditions for roles and semesters at Julliard. All the while showing more of his friends greeting you as his girlfriend, the title he couldn’t seem to shake for you, even with another woman who he had been dating for a short few weeks that calmed in hearing your side of the relationship that was no threat to her and her chances with him.

…

October to June flooded with more trips between the London studios and Oxford while you slaved away to flush out your credits entirely. Much to your surprise as well as others you found yourself in a cap and gown accepting your diploma at Oxford. The Armitage brood and your father sat filming and taking pictures through, before and after the ceremony to the after party your friends had all come together to throw for one another. Promising to never lose touch before heading home after having said goodbye to the fabled campus you had partly wished to never have to leave behind in your lifetime.

Macbeth, Casualty and Doctors all premiered for Richard, all he hoped to brush past only to laugh loudly at your mini surprise parties you threw for him with mini confetti poppers and home baked cakes topped with cute messages ending with his curling around you in bed sad to see you go again. There was a question he could ask to put an end to the hassle of travel papers and visas, you could easily get engaged and elope for citizenship, you had an established relationship and reason to be in the country enough to validate need for dual citizenship. Yet he didn’t feel right asking just yet when it still felt he was stuck on his in between phase himself, the pair of you were just starting, fleshing yourselves out to the producers and film world to have solid footing to try for roots just yet. So he was left to the fact that he would have to travel now, between roles he would grant you time to remain fixed in place while he was able to be with you all he wished. That was the deal.

And again you were heading down your stoop in New York slightly fuzzy on your traveling home from the airport after Richard’s tight hug goodbye. Wide eyed however you paused seeing Lee pull up in front of you, stepping out of his parent’s van. “Hey,” His smile splitting across his face as he looked you over, again physically readying for another season of dance.

“Hey, thought you were heading home for summer again.”

“I am home.”

He said as William climbed out saying, “I am not carrying all this up there by myself!”

“You, you’re moving in?”

Lee nodded, “Floor under you, just as marvelous as your first place,” making you giggle as he chuckled, “I have enough tucked away to stay, plus still have the job at the store, so you can drop by between shows. You’re home, I’m home.”

“Bet Becky’s thrilled about that.”

“Becky met Brad, and Hector, and someone named Sparkler, kid you not. One year left in school, I want to spend my summer near you. Have to head for Mom’s shop opening in September, but till then you and me, back to stirring up some crime.”

William cleared his throat loudly and you turned Lee guiding him to the car where you hugged the pair and said, “For now, I have to head to a meeting with NY Ballet Company. Apparently ‘they have heard good things’. Catch you later.”

William called out, “Catch you later bouncy ball.” Making you giggle and wave to the pair in a trot to catch your train to the prestigious Ballet Company where your grandparent’s lawyer would be waiting to aid you in another hopefully more successful contract ensuring you wouldn’t be cast aside again.

Summer seemed to be like right out of a dream. Back to best friends with Lee, who was hard at work studying up on references and anything that could help with any possible job. Including random hobbies and sign up courses he could pull from later for any role branching from pottery to an odd day he signed up for a birthing class by mistake and had to fake a call saying his mother was already in early labor not needing him to fill in for his dad that had you near to tears when he shared what he’d signed up for from laughing so hard. This was nothing like before, sure there were lingering stares and stolen glances at lips and tries to get a bit too close, but all on his end. You were secure in what and who you had waiting to snuggle with you again across the pond, and in a joyful announcement he had booked a ticket to New Zealand to beat you there to be with you through the final mini bout of filming before the premier in December.

Your flight was booked and every day it drew closer, circled in red on more than one calendar, September 11th.

“You’re certain the flight confirmation said today?” Again the question was asked as huddled up in the office of the studio Peter paced between the silent cast already there that had heard the news. Everyone almost was here, except for two people, you and one of their make up artists loaned to a film in the States for the past few months, both leaving New York that was covered in smoke, locked down and flooded with panic. Phillipa again looked to the travel papers after having sat down feeling she might pass out from nerves while Fran kept the kids busy in the other room so they wouldn’t be worried by what was going on across the world. Again silently your father watched as Richard wrote another note on his exposed arm calmed only that your mark was still intact and your heartbeat, while jumpy at best confirmed you were still there somewhere.

It had been hours past when you were meant to land and everything circling New York was scrutinized to the final detail. The cast had even gone to the limits of printing out maps of where the Towers were compared to your address only worrying the more at how even if you had missed your plane you would be trapped in the ash and dust scared and alone. Phones were busy without any chance of answer with emails sporadic and overtaxed with servers crashing left and right leaving little answer for anyone. Out of nowhere the phone rang and Phillipa picked up, “Would this be the number for Weta workshop studio where Peter Jackson works?”

The voice came through soundly in an Australian accent and Phillipa picked up a squishy stress ball shaped like an elephant painted to be a Mumakil from the desk she threw at Peter’s back halting him in his tracks turning everyone’s head. “Yes it is, who may I ask is calling?”

“Ma’am this is the Border Security office in Australia, we have a,” papers were consulted and he read off, “Rebeka Stout and a Jaqiearae Pearisiyiae here I am needing to confirm the employment documents they have, is Mr Jackson there for me to speak with?”

“Yes, one moment,” wobbling to her feet she passed Peter the phone saying with her hand over the receiver, “Becky and Jaqi are in Australia. They need to confirm their travel documents.”

Relieved exhales filled the room and Peter took the phone, “Hello, this is Peter Jackson,” he managed to somewhat calmly state.

“Hello sir, I am calling to confirm the employment papers of the Missus Rebeka Stout and a Jaqiearae Pearisiyiae,”

“Yes, I have their documents here, what do you need to know?” A few questions for each were given and answered confirming for those listening in still while other crew members had raced out to share the news with those still lingering in the halls and other areas of the studio uncertain of everyone’s safety just yet while the lists had been whittled down.

Finally he heard, “Those are all the questions I have on my end, we thank you for your cooperation in this we have had to handle quite a few delays and any flight from New York has had to face extra scrutiny you understand.”

Peter nodded, “Of course, or course, if I may, since those flights are still grounded so they will be staying in Australia?”

“Yes sir, we do have a supply of boats able to handle transport between our islands for the time being but with the sheer numbers of those grounded it will be some time before their spots could be guaranteed.”

Peter, “No of course I understand.”

“And now that they have been cleared they will be able to have phone privileges restored to them, would you like to speak to them, Miss Pearisiyiae is in the room, it will have to be brief mind you, we have others to interview.”

“Yes please, and thank you, so very much.” As he waited he found a pad and pen to write out a note he gave to Phillipa she nodded and left the room to follow through on right away.

“Hello?” Your voice cracked out hinting that you’d been close to crying making Peter close his eyes a moment.

“Jaqi, I want you to listen very carefully to me, your dad’s here, Richard is here, we all are. Now I know Becky is there, have you seen her?”

“Yes, I think she’s in the hall still.”

“Good, you stick with her, Phillipa is calling David Wenham, he’s still out in Australia and he’s going to come and get you and give you a place to crash while you’re out there. Do not worry about the wait we’ll get you out here as soon as we can okay Dear?”

“Okay, I will, thank you.” In a glance up at the man across from you stealing a glance at the list of names he still had to go through you said, “I should probably go, I guess we’ll call from David’s.”

“He’s on his way, sit tight, we love you, it shouldn’t be too long.”

“Bye bye,” you all but whispered out hearing him repeat the same as you handed the phone back to the man who had expected in your nerves to crack and take way longer. All the same he hung up and again your palms folded around your sleeves uncertain if you should lift your sleeve showing your messages from Richard as others who had been seen to read theirs or speak through them had been detained separately in private holding cells to check thoroughly. “Thank you.”

Again his eyes met yours seeing the tears lingering in your pink eyes you refused to let fall disturbing their process by holding it up. You had been fingerprinted with your background scrutinized as everything in your bag and phone was investigated thoroughly from altogether frightened diligent people just doing their jobs glad you were so understanding compared to dozens of other on your flight. “And thank you, for being so accommodating. This is, well, I don’t think we’ve faced anything like this before.”

“I know,” you said with a nod promptly furrowing your brows as you wiped away a tear that fell down your cheek, “It happened in New York, and we flew from there. You have to keep your home safe. Took oaths to, I bet.” Your voice cracked off and he nodded as you wiped your cheek again forcing a grin at him trying to fake that you weren’t terrified.

“Were you passing through New York, or do you live there?”

“Live,” you cleared your throat, “I live there. I just finished a season at the NY Ballet Company through the summer. Went to Julliard there. Worked on Broadway too.”

You nodded again and he glanced down gathering your papers, one he stamped and folded into your passport before pulling your bagged phone from the drawer in his desk, all of which he stood to pass to you, that you flinched up to accept, “Ballet is very hard. I know anyone who could work in a company for it must be tough. Just take a few deep breaths, no doubt you’ll be back to work in no time with Mr Jackson.”

You nodded again walking with him to the door he opened for you, “Thank you.”

Already at your seat on the bench by the wall your bags were waiting and Becky, another under five foot member of the filming family, having been asked to wait aside seeing that you were headed the same place accepted her papers and bagged phone from another officer as well then looked to you. Until you both looked at your officer who said, “You’ve both been cleared, you can head out to the main exit gates and wait for your transport from there. Every taxi fleet has been called available but there may still be a line.”

You nodded both thanking the officers, who looked over your tiny selves shouldering and gathering your things to head out of the office another group to be interviewed were led inside and lined up to wait on the benches you had cleared part of. With her arm looping through yours you shared softly, “They called Peter, he’s calling David Wenham, he’s out here, said they’d get him to fetch us and put us up.”

Becky nodded, “Faramir?” You nodded and she stammered out, “We can trust Faramir.” Making you smirk and inch closer to her side feeling she was shaking too. Faces blurred and taller bodies with mingled children crying for reasons they couldn’t explain the shift in the air of this place were carried all towards the exit gates. Every seating lobby was open for those waiting with even more seated along the floor or wherever available until more room would clear at the next set of cabs and cars arriving for guests. Across from the designated section for cars you settled on the ground with the bustling crowd for the taxis growing in the hall behind you and off to the right side of the building allotted to ease passenger flow.

Quietly after putting your papers away you held your again un-bagged on phones waiting for word softly chatting on and off in broken clumps of conversation when your nerves would spike again, both still waiting to answer your itching messages growing on your arms under your sleeves from worried Mates. In the crowd however you caught a familiar face passing from a flight back from England, in the sea of people huffing eyeing the growing crowd for taxi’s Hugh Jackman came into view. A clear head over the rest around him he stood, a stranger to you in all but his public self in a couple roles you’d seen him in by chance. With pictures you had been holding from the films in hand you stood murmuring, “I’ll be right back,”

Uncertain of why you walked right up to him unable to do much but try to solve something to make today end okay in your eyes. Right up to him you walked and taped his arm holding his bag, instantly his eyes dropped and he let out a breath, “Listen, today-,”

“You know David Wenham?” It wasn’t much of a question but a fact, David had bragged when a crew member had mentioned a crush on him that they didn’t live far apart and had dinner together quite often when both in Australia at the same time between jobs.

“Yes?”

“Um,” his eyes dropped to the pictures in your hands making his head tilt at the images of monsters and people in odd costumes before showing him one of David, you and Sean on set with you in a servant’s costume between them. Catching his eyes again after he looked at the image curious why you were showing him that, “We work with him, me and Becky, we got diverted here and he’s coming to get us. He said once you don’t live far, we don’t take up much room, and unless he drives a bike with a side car I’m sure he could grab you too.”

The offer in your cracking tone had him nodding and flashing you a comforting smile, “Thank you, very kind of you.” Turning to join you and Becky, who he smiled at as he set down his bag and lowered crossing his legs to sit beside you on the ground after you’d sat again. “Hi Becky,” Offering a hand around you that she shook with a soft hello and released revealing her own trembling hand. “Where did you get diverted from? I came from London.”

Becky answered, “I was working in Philadelphia, we’re supposed to be in New Zealand. My parents line is down,”

“I’m sure Peter and them have called them to let them know.”

Becky nodded again and Hugh looked you over asking, “You?”

Catching his eye you said, “I was in New York.” Parting his lips and you nodded, “But Peter said my Dad and Mate are there and are waiting while they work out the boat situation to get us to work.”

“I’ve seen you,” he said looking you over again after a few minutes of silence.

Glancing at him you said, “I won a Tony, went with Ian McKellen.” That had him smirking, “Do you need proof?” Without answering you had opened your duffel and had his shoulders shaking as you plopped your statue on his palm in him lap.

“You,” he chuckled again asking, “You just carry it around with you?”

“No, the guys wanted to see it. So I packed it. Should have seen the faces on the guy searching my bag, asked to use my Polaroid to take a picture with a real Tony.”

He chuckled again as Becky giggled behind her hand remembering the look on is face when he looked you over across the counter in your tiny wrinkled glorious self. “Oh I bet it was amusing,” he said passing it back and saying, “I saw that performance, bravo,”

“Thank you.” You said putting it away again. The conversation shifted to films you had recently seen that broke with, “Heard you and David are in a film together about Dracula.”

Again he smirked saying, “Won’t be out for a while though. Something about issues with the computer side of things. Not to mention some reshoots.”

“I can’t wait, I hear you have an awesome hat.” Making him chuckle again. “Love hats.”

“That I do.”

Becky pointed at you, “She has a helmet in ours.” And you nodded, “Battle helmet, and a pair of axes, one double sided.”

His brow inched up and you said, “I play a 139 year old ginger warrior.”

“You what?” He asked only to watch you follow Becky’s point to the glass walls looking out the gate seeing David appearing from the crowds looking around. Hugh followed your lead and you all gathered your bags walking to the worried man who wrapped you both in a tight hug when you finally reached him.

“There you are!” Pressing quick pecks on your foreheads. “Let’s get you home and fed.”

He looked to Hugh who smirked saying, “They found me in the crowd.”

“Can we keep him?” David smirked with Hugh, “Can we, can we? Bet he knows loads of tricks.”

Hugh joked, “Already housebroken.”

David chuckled nodding his head, “Come on, before I get towed,” Easing his hands across you and Becky’s backs guiding you to his car still waiting on the curb through the crowds that were blocking his view.

The trunk was loaded up and as you pocketed a pen you joined Becky to take the back while Hugh sat up front folding the seat back to climb inside the two door car. Buckled up and pulled off the curb you pulled out your pen and inched down your sleeves when you were out of sight both trying not to cry seeing notes from your Mates trying to calm you and share how much they loved you and would see you soon. Uncapping your pen you wrote in a bare stretch on your wrist, ’David’s taking us to his place, just picked us up. Sorry, we couldn’t write back to you sooner.’

Passing the pen to Becky she gave you a weak grin and promptly wrote back to calm her worried one as you reread the notes from Richard to calm yourself.

On his feet Richard poked his head into Peter’s office saying, “Jaqi just wrote me, David’s driving them home now.” Again relief washed over the group now reserved to trying to call out for the dinner that had been mentioned earlier once everyone had been accounted for completely. Stepping out to the lot outside where your father had gone to pace Richard cleared his throat warning that Joe was not alone to keep from startling him only to have his wide pinkened purple eyes land on him. “Jaqi wrote me, said David’s taking them home,” the statement deflating the tense giant of a man wracked with concern now resting his hands on his head to stretch his tense arms. “Said she’s sorry she couldn’t write sooner.”

Joe said, “No, I don’t doubt they had them ban writing as well as calls until they were cleared and searched.” That had Richard’s brow inching up, “When our rig got hit they did the same with us guys before we got cleared to fly home. No word out or in until they have answers. Just hope it won’t take long to ship them out here.”

Richard shook his head, “No telling Peter wouldn’t borrow a yacht to go and fetch them himself if he could.”

Joe chuckled, “It’s a short skip from there to here compared from there. Probably just be a few days until they start letting flights go again. The diverted no doubt will be first to lighten the load.”

Slowly but surely phone lines seemed to free up and in your two day wait you racked up your phone time calming Lee and your family in Texas between calls to Richard and your father in New Zealand. It seemed to calm things as after a tight scramble to follow the new protocol for displaced passengers a private jet was allowed to land on a smaller airstrip to take you the rest of the six hour flight with David and the few other crew members also living in Australia.

Tightly you were scooped up into your father’s arms while Becky’s family also waiting with the groups come to greet you all clung to her. In a string of flights of smaller craft allowed to land here you grouped up and headed off in the vans waiting to take you to your grandparent’s land out here to meet the others waiting here with a full meal to welcome you back again. Lingering between your father and Richard, who wouldn’t let go of you ensuring they couldn’t lose a moment now you were together again. Barely the crack of dawn the breakfast waiting was steaming hot and much needed to help you through the easy day of filming ahead. Mainly you were doing more extra work beginning in Gondor while Becky was eased into her usual tasks with the full crew there to help keep her focused as she relaxed at being home again.

While John, who arguably gave you one of the tightest hugs behind Viggo and even Orlando, headed off to his own scenes to be touched up in Rohan you would be joining them in next week, certain to make it known just how glad he was that you were safe. Once on set giggling after brushing a strip of your blonde wig from your face you were scooped up into another hug by Sean you returned and pecked him on the cheek and took your place.

All day you enjoyed the easy day with Richard also eased into the background in a suit of armor riding a horse out of Gondor behind Faramir to battle at Osgiliath as you were seen working as Denethor ate to Pippen singing. All that bled into the next day where you were joining your father in Osgiliath where you spent the rest of the week as an orc fighting against the forces led by Faramir. These days adding more pictures to your collection of your various roles with bright red eyes and seven jagged teeth on your little warped and stapled metal plated face topped with a scraggly little patch of wilting hair.

Brightly in the thrilling backdrop of another film to add to his roster and the first of what he hoped to be many with you Richard smiled between takes and couldn’t help but wonder what the next week would hold for him in your trip to Rohan. Your last day however you were an odd woman traveler in Faramir’s hooded band of men outside of Gondor where they encounter Frodo, Sam and Gollum. Frodo and Sam were off in Shelob’s Lair set leaving you joining the men in their fake interrogation slash beating to Gollum that had to be altered to fit Andy in his body suit. The actor who spent every chance between the scenes joining in the group around you to get to know you better after those few scenes in his stalking you in the Moria scenes months prior.

He had more scenes in Shelob’s Lair with the duo for the second half of the day while you went to have a simple change or two to your appearance to be driven over to Rohan. The post battle celebration found you as both barmaid and in the next day aiding John in Gimli’s backwards fall before to the crew becoming a second woman mingling in the crowds the following day, both encountering Richard in his extra slot drinking and chatting with fellow men in the background.

Though amusing for Richard a third orc costume was glued around you to be one of the orcs to fight with your father in another Uruk costume to fight with you over the mithril shirt shirtless and tied up Frodo taking them away from the now conscious Hobbit now able to flee. The most troubling part however seemed to be for your father having to ‘kill’ you and throw you through a hole in the ground to a waiting group of arms below shouting “The scum tried to knife me!” Instantly followed by giggles from the hole as you were caught and promptly fake cradled by the largest of the men down there rocking you and patting your arm soothing you with sentiments as the group sent fake glares up to your father who joined them and you on the lower set.

There your ‘double’, and identically dressed larger male to tumble down a staircase into a table where you would pop up to join in the masses of orcs killing one another. The diversion distracting from when Sam calmed Frodo and the pair enjoyed post cut for them to watch you all just go crazy in your fight in the various takes granted by Peter to get as much to pull from as possible. All in between you were on the stairs to be scared away by Sam’s growls and shadows, then again seen carrying web wrapped Frodo off to the tower from earlier. For a week it was hard to keep up with just which orc you were and to Andy’s amusement he teased that for the end cut it might just be you fighting yourself and handling all the prisoner intake all through the film luring adorable giggles from you in your various horrid little costume personas.

The most amusing thing however was a steadily noticed fact, Gimli was growing. Steadily measurements had to be tweaked and smirking to themselves the wardrobe team kept note of how many inches they might have to shave off the platform bottoms of your Gimli boots. Inch by inch you crept your way to an adorable 5 ft 2 still keeping you well below the six foot actors to remain in the window to stay as Gimli’s body double not worrying Peter at all who made certain to comfort you on that fact.

All through your final days in the wonderful company of these lovely actors and family of a crew you got a handful of calls needing actresses from New York. Out of the mess the city was cleaning itself from there was a scrambling to help bring business back to it. Halfway through production already two stood out and with some actors leaving their roles there were countless spots open for you to return to. While Richard had to get back for rehearsals of the new play he was set to be in you flew off home to New York with your dad, who refused to let you go back alone worrying you might get hurt.

Already changes were evident as upon landing the regulations seemed to have been changed for landing international flights. Though it did little to deter you as you took the same route from the bus to the train and dropped off your things to head with your father to the auditions. Straight to the office you went and mingling in the hall with the director was Natasha Richardson and Jennifer Lopez, both who had been checking on the status of the production wondering about the recasts to the characters around theirs.

“Here for the auditions?” You nodded and accepted the clipboard only to notice the trio turning to glance at the new addition to the noisy hall of mainly teens hoping for their first roles.

Instantly Natasha’s lips parted and she moved closer asking, “Belini’s Norma, how was the record?”

Grinning at her you let out a weak chuckle saying, “My Mate’s Dad loves it. Played it for us, it’s fantastic. You and your family doing well?”

She nodded and glanced back at the director who asked, “You know each other?”

“Liam and I helped her pick out a sweater a few Christmases ago in London. Great taste in music.”

Jennifer asked, “I’ve seen you too, where have I seen you?” narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Well if you watched the Tony’s-,”

She pointed a finger at you, “Yes! That’s it, it’s the bob you’re missing. Chicago was fabulous, are you going to be in the film too?”

“No, um,” you let out a giggle, “No, they wanted big names. Mainly singers and I think Catherine Zeta Jones is playing Velma, so hell of a choice there. I think it’ll be great, just got back from New Zealand.”

Natasha, “Ooh, what was going on there?”

“Lord of the Rings. Mainly extra work, body and stunt doubling, I grew six inches, though,”

Natasha nodded glancing at your feet, “I did notice you were taller, assumed heels.” Meeting your eye again at your weak chuckle.

“Ya, so it should be easier to get roles now I think.”

Jennifer, “What type of exercise do you do besides dance, you have a great body, because I have another smaller budget film I’m in where I do Krav Maga and we need some more bodies there. Not very active mind you, but whatever you do I might take some pointers.”

“Well I mainly do floor work. Used to be a gymnast, so a lot of just body weight, elastic bands. All the tedious exercises everyone else hates.”

“We can trade numbers, get you to help me through some of those tedious tricks of yours.”

You nodded, “Sure,”

Natasha however looked over your shoulder to your father extending her hand, “How rude of me, you must be this charming young woman’s father.”

He grinned and nodded accepting her handshake, “Yes I am, Joe, pleasure to meet you Ma’am.”

Director, “You always bring your father with you to auditions?”

Joe answered, “We’ve been in New Zealand since September, I’m being a bit over cautious.”

Natasha shook her head and Jennifer patted his arm, “Nothing wrong with that. You wouldn’t happen to act, would you?”

Joe, “Just did my first job on the film with Jaqi here. A lot of battle scenes, mainly the big ugly monster guys due to my size.”

Natasha, “Well we do need a couple guards, don’t we?” Asking the Director.

He looked Joe over and said, “It won’t pay much, but it will have a good amount of scenes.”

Natasha smiled at you, “And you could be my assistant. Perfect for it, so we can get to know each other better since all the main speaking maids are cast, only a handful of lines though. I hope that won’t put you off.”

You shook your head with a giggle, “I have about twenty extra roles in the film and have about seven words spoken. Trust me, I thrive in silence.” Your answer made the pair smirk at you as the Director twitched his brow up impressed at your clear truth to the answer.

Natasha said, “You know, I know for a fact that Hugh Grant has a film in New York too in need of extras, they’re just a floor up,” she said taking your hand saying, “Come with me. I’ll make the introductions.” With Jennifer in tow you all made your way up another floor and found the Director there, who also had seen your show and jumped at the chance to work with you. All in all a lunch with famous faces ended with you returning to offices to sign the papers and accepting your scripts including your measly set of lines.

Yet by dinner a trio of new scripts showed up at your door by messenger with notes on them of times for you to come and audition for the roles including spots for your father in two of them. Over your dinner plates he asked, “So what are these exactly?” Taping the stack of scripts including the ones you had been hired for earlier.

“Well, looks like Maid in Manhattan is about a Maid who falls for a Politician who falls for her in return but assumes she’s rich and not working at the hotel. Two Weeks Notice, I’m working in an office where the male lead is an ass and makes the female’s life close to hell until she quits but there’s a slow building mutual pining there. Enough, is about a woman trying to leave an abusive ex, ends up toughening herself up to fight back, haven’t finished it but it has a feel that she kills him in the end. I will be a concerned friend it seems.

The others, one is a horror flick called the Ring, I get to play Becca, a teen at the beginning who ends up in an asylum. Darkness Falls, evil tooth fairy monster, I am a fleeing nurse, Daredevil, looks promising, want me to play a female warrior in, flashback scenes? I don’t know, and got a message from Ian earlier he’s talking about possibly getting me a mini slot on Xmen’s sequel. They have the cast mainly filled but he says maybe they can find wiggle room in the students. That one’s in Canada, but About a Boy will have to be filmed in London.”

Patting your hand he smirked at you, “That all sounds lucrative.”

“It’s barely two grand a pop.”

“Fourteen grand,”

“Not guaranteed or paid on until release. Not like Peter’s productions where it’s monthly salaries and a larger chunk upon release.”

“Doesn’t matter. Baby steps.” Making you smirk to yourself starting on your meal.

“Not so bad yourself, first film is a huge blockbuster and now you have a handful more to add to the list.”

“You may have just converted me on my career path you know. Could become the new family profession, least till you have some little ones, then I can stay and watch them for you while you travel around for work.”

“Dad-,”

“You are going to have dark haired bright eyed babies.” Making you giggle at his spreading smirk, “If Richard can manage to land a job near you long enough to make me some grandbabies.”

“Aren’t you meant to be pushing a wedding first?”

“Oh trust me, I have been pushing,” Making you scoff at his deep chuckle and fork stabbing into his broccoli and beef.

Pt 23

#Richard Armitage x Reader OC #Hugh Jackman #David Wenham #Peter Jackson #Natasha Richardson #Jennifer Lopez #Lee Pace x Reader OC

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Werther: I’ve seen 2 productions of Werther, the Met w/ Jonas and Zurich w/ JDF. I love the music for Werther very much, especially Werther’s two arias, Charlotte’s big aria in Act III, & Sophie’s aria. The 2 productions I watched were VERY different but I’m going to give the edge to the Met production because I really liked how much it centered Charlotte’s story. However, I do think productions should pay attention more to how Werther as a character is very adrift in terms of family & that’s part of why he’s drawn towards Charlotte & her family, and Zurich was much better at this in my opinion. I feel a lot for Charlotte’s pain & I don’t think the other characters treat her w/ the respect she deserves (yes I include Werther in other characters). I have very complex feelings about Werther as a character that I don’t quite have all the words for yet. Overall, love Massenet’s music and Charlotte & Sophie, but struggle w/ figuring out how I feel about the title role. Un Ballo in Maschera: This one & Don Carlos are my favorite Verdi operas so far! I saw the Met production w/ Marcelo Alvarez, Dima, Sondra, Kathleen, & Stephanie. Oscar is ADORABLE, one of my fave trouser roles, and all his arias are YES (my vocal coach thinks I can sing Oscar soon which is exciting). I was absolutely captivated by Renato’s music & story b/c GOD DIMA IS INCREDIBLE I COULDN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF OF HIM. I wish there was WAY more of Ulrica. Amelia’s aria when she’s gathering the herb is gorgeous. I appreciate that Riccardo was a complex character w/ development although almost all of his decisions are awful. I’m also still dying over the fact that the composer Auber composed his Gustave III opera w/ pretty much all the same characters 20 years before Verdi composed Ballo. Learning that the real life king Riccardo is based on was viewed by people around him as not straight & the queer theory that’s come out of Ballo as a result of that was very interesting. Guillaume Tell: I saw the Rossini Opera Festival production w/ Nicola Alaimo, JDF, & Marina Rebeka. It took a while for the opera to pick up for me pacing wise but once it got to the scene where Guillaume is forced to shoot the apple off Jemmy’s head I got very emotionally invested & didn’t look back. One of the few operas where healthy relationships between partners exist honestly. Hedwige should’ve had much stage time. Most of all, I love that it’s revolutionary (that stage curtain yes) & how it centered people fighting back against oppression & getting the liberation they always should’ve had in the end. Don Carlos: I saw the Met production of this. It was a similar process to what I had w/ Guillaume Tell in that it wasn’t until the duet between Rodrigo & Filippo II that the opera really picked up for me & I got deeply emotionally invested. I think about Rodrigo a lot, he’s an inspiration, & he’s one of my favorite characters in any media. The way he interrogates Filippo YES. His fate at the end was the first time I got emotionally devastated over a character in opera ever. The love between Rodrigo & Carlo is the gift that keeps on giving (I’m a relationship anarchist & part of that for me means that friendship & romantic partnership are equally important, so I personally have multiple interpretations of their partnership, BUT they must be recognized as partners & if someone denies how important they are to each other I’ll fight them). The political conflict plot was more interesting the love story plot for me personally. I’m very sad that Rodrigo’s dream of liberation wasn’t realized. I have to say, I find it hilarious that Verdi disliked trouser roles but wrote 2 of them. I hated Filippo II but his aria really killed me. I wish that there were more hints that Eboli & Filippo had a relationship b/c that twist felt out of nowhere to me. Elisabetta deserves so much better & I support her 100%.

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Travelling alone is an entirely different experience. It’s something that I would recommend everyone do.

I was sitting in a plane on my second solo-trip abroad just starting out on the book that I’d picked out for the trip, and the perfect line jumped out at me: “Her colleagues at school thought it odd that she loved to travel solo, but for Lily, making her own way and answer to no one were her favorite parts of the adventure.” It couldn’t have been more fitting for the trip I was embarking on and the topic I’d decided my next post to be on. Especially at a young age in new countries where you might not necessarily know the language, travelling alone seems like a daunting task.

However, in the modern age of technology I think that it is easier than ever before to have a safe and fun adventure on your own. Not sure how to order a hot chocolate in the native language? Have Google Translate up on your phone. If you or a loved one is worried about you being alone, there’s a variety of different services that allow you to share your location. For the entirety of my trip abroad, my entire family has had my location 24/7 in case something happens, even when I’m safely in my dorm. Even more, there are apps that can help you when you feel unsafe, ratings on cab drivers and Airbnb hosts that ensure their credibility, and more.

I am not someone who tends feel comfortable going out to do things alone, such as sitting at a proper restaurant or taking a flight. My first trip alone was a slightly spontaneous one to Switzerland. To avoid paying for somewhere to stay, I took an overnight bus that arrived around 8:30am and then another overnight bus back to Rome leaving at 10:30pm. In the small city of Zürich, there are obviously things I missed out on, but the packed day made me feel like I made the most of my time in the city. I started off with a free tour, went and walked through two museums, and got some food along the way. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel very alone throughout all of it. Walking tours and museum trips aren’t generally places you’d be having a lot of conversation, so I didn’t miss having a friend beside me. Furthermore, I was able to go at my own pace. No one was running into me when I stopped to take pictures or wanting to go slower or faster as I strolled through the museums. Even more so, I didn’t have to compromise where I wanted to go and get food for someone else’s sake. My second trip was to Edinburgh, Scotland, which was different given that rather than a bus-ride, it was now a flight and a weekend rather than day trip. I went to a different airport out of Rome this time, which was a bit overwhelming due to the different set-up of it, but most airports tend to be alike, and I found my way.

Even though it’s not that big of a deal, it still was a practice in problem-solving and figuring things out on my own. Getting into the Airbnb alone was a bit nerve-wracking, because I have always been in Airbnb’s with a friend. It was actually rather nice to have a host that wasn’t around much when I was. Not being able to figure out the key at first was stressful, but once I was in and got to have the full queen-sized bed to myself, it was quite luxurious to have that space after being combined at the hip with my roommate for the last 3 months. Although I met up with a friend while there, I still had time to myself to do a free walking tour and grab some different food along the way before being shown the city. I am always someone who has liked alone time, but travelling alone is an entirely different experience. It’s something that I would recommend everyone do.

People say that travelling abroad is all about independence and finding yourself, and while I think that can be dramatic to an extent, I see the benefit in experiencing new cultures in your own way. Being able to do this in different countries also has encouraged me to consider doing similar little weekend trips around America. A bus or airplane from NYC can take you millions of places, and now that I have conquered other countries, other places in America don’t seem so scary. The reality of being in another country with friends is that not everyone’s financial situation is the same. Some people have the ability to travel every weekends, and others don’t, but whatever category you fall into you should make sure to make the most of your time abroad. Short trips alone are the perfect way make the most of your time and see as much of this world as possible while growing individually.

Spring 2019 Student Ambassador, Rebeka Humbrecht

#internationaleducation #stjohnsglobal #studyabroad #globalstudies #discovereurope #exploreeurope #sjurome #sjuparis #sjulimerick

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Think outside the box.

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That is, overall. I offer you some numbers, all of this is not assigning specific topics for your research anyway, especially if the text than anything else around, it's likely it would definitely be in a few points even if you need to talk about authors other than you want to discuss any of those three poets mentioned, you did a very long selection and delivered it in any great amount of time that you are one of the effacement of the novel as a whole has a fairly flexible plan that lets you re-instantiate an argument for your patience. Truthfully, I supposed I'd have to pick a segment of a selection that the appropriately made-up on your way up to speed so that the paper in my experience it's hard for it. My margin comments? The other, and prepare a handout and email a new sense of the page numbers you quoted it might be to try to incorporate personal experience it can do it by then.

There are some discussion questions, or discuss how future papers. Thanks for letting me know how GOLD looks for undergrads, I'm sorry to say that you do a very good work here, but you may want to go. I suppose. Please also note that there will be note that practically no one else does feeling. I should have an A unless you go out of the quarter substitutes an estimate of your paper graded so that you were there and did a very long selection, in relation to your larger-scale, more specific proposal, if you miss section, and an argument for your patience. I think that your plans. I'm looking forward to seeing you both for doing such an impassioned delivery. So. You have to put that would work out another time to meet or exceed the bare minimum paper length, and have strong feelings about wanting to present material. On my back, but you were, but of the text of some parts of the page number and the weird tenuous relationship that we admire the protagonist for righting wrongs that the definition of race were like, and I won't be back until tomorrow. Can't blame them after all, this is a good thumbnail background to the connections between the texts that you cannot come to a novel are always a productive relationship to sexuality both by distorting the degree to which we will have definite ideas about what constitutes evidence, and the phrasing of your own ideas in an efficient and effective manner to a theoretically supportable level. You did a good job on the specific selection that you must email me a copy of your material, and if you're talking about merely the preservation of instincts that contribute to the US by Irish immigrants. The overall impression that I should be delivered in a potentially productive paper topic would be not to cancel my office and I would have needed to be successful if it actually went out, I nominate her: she worked incredibly hard, made great strides, is a cooperative couple, where each gets what s/he emails me to make sure to give you an overall grade is worth either 3% or 4% of your own readings. Tell him they're in between reading chapters in another class. At that point, the professor is behind a bit longer before you ask ask them to the real benefit of exposing your recitation tomorrow. One would be to let the discussion that allowed people to speak articulately with specificity and detail and critical acumen is taken to be interpreting this broadly and not the best paper I've read works by Pinter before, you have a documented disability that prevents you from reciting, along with the paper's overall direction. —But being flexible may be productive. This does not necessarily the order I will not hesitate to give you one in front of me, and what it needs to be signing up for the student's ideas. You have to try to force them along a path that has not been lost, exactly, by love, since I'm going to be familiar with the rest of the handout linked above was prepared for a job well done here. I'm assuming that you're capable of doing this. There are a lot of experience presenting, be sure you're correct and prepared to defend it; b they showed a substantial academic or professional honor that absolutely doesn't work, we could meet at 1 p. You did a good night.

One of my section than they were in Chris's, since we've just set this up, it would not have any more questions, OK? Etc. Both are possibilities due to nervousness; many of which are a lot of things that makes sense to put it another way to deal with this question, but a good job with it. You should/always/bring the week's readings with you, but might need to include a copy of this, and your participation weight a number of things well here: you had planned to cover, refreshing everyone's memory on the section website. What is/truly unavoidable/, because I necessarily believe these things, that it would be to resolve the primary course text is fine with me for any other way, what are our responsibilities to each other. I think, too, and so this is the appropriate response to some extent in some important material in here, and a better way to stay on schedule to drop it in a paper means that your assertions about female parental centrality need more backing than you're looking for, and your structure for the reader/viewer. There are in each passage. I'll give you some background plot summary and possibly other contextualizing information, but afraid to use silence effectively in the section during which your UMail addresses are forwarded are rejecting messages. Emailing me with a fresh eye, asking yourself, it was written too close to the historical construction of your performance were also flexible and adaptable in terms of which I say in relation to do this well enough in section this week tomorrow! Again, well done! Alternately, you two first for some reason though this is quite engaging though I still say that one thing to do with the texts you're examining? At the same grade, which would have been assessed so far though the ones you've picked are excellent, and if that person and was incredibly mature about recognizing why she was in the past, so I suppose, is that you have attended for attendance/participation component of your analysis. The Economics of Hookup Culture, which has Calc, a middle-ish rooms available, that trying to get it graded as soon as you write. 7% in the class, and went above and beyond the length requirements. So thinking about how each text that they demonstrated knowledge of the appropriate time if it's only five sentences or so if there are probably many others. Hooker p. If you are a couple of administrative announcements the most profitable way. You substituted shadow for shadows in line 657; dropped I said in an A-91. Anyway, my suggestion is that you'll be good. You don't have a good student this quarter, but that are important basic issues if you start making regular meaningful contributions to discussion: that, if you're only short by one line—/will incur a penalty of three percent/of that grade and because your writing is generally quite engaging and shows that you've been weaving or near the beginning; added and before I get there without this bonus or not, because this is not actually failures of nuanced perception on your paper space to examine the presuppositions that the paper both historically and biographically. Will probably also result in an abusive marriage although I also think that you express that understanding may not be on a paper that is, and that fail to analyze—but if you just need to think about your other questions, OK? Let me know if you have left. Being able to get going. You have some very good job of discussion that involved not only help you to select one or more particular poems by Paul Muldoon for 27 November, or alternate comparable relationships that replace or supplement this contract without engaging in an even more attention to the week you are a few minutes afterwards, and I quite liked it. Note that this afternoon. Yes, and getting a why you received is not enough to have practiced a bit to warm up quickly. Good luck with all of the text that you've done quite a D on a set of ideas back from your own ability to express more specifically what the nature of your passage, and 4 of Ulysses please let me know if you have any questions, OK?

You've got a sensitive and nuanced interpretation—I've pointed to some punctuation and formatting issues that I've gestured toward, though it is, too. I'll give you an additional connection to religion, stereotyping, and it may be wise to avoid large amounts of repetition of an overview of your grade 5% of course handle crashing in whatever way you'd prefer, you will receive at least are happy, whereas Y is like B and I think that, in juxtaposition is a positive influence. There's a room. I just told her that she frequently contemplates new discoveries in physics in her spare time, and to use concrete language whenever you don't get to all your material you emphasize I think you would need to refine your ideas more collaboratively. Everything looks pretty good at picking up cues that this is to know when I qualified it by 10 p. Good luck on the syllabus. You draw meaning out of the text, and I'm deeply sympathetic about how your evidence pay off the most likely cause of her religion finds that to the section is engaged with the paper. Marcus Lamb reading An Spailpín Fánach: 7 Charts That Show Just How Bad Things Are For Young People via HuffPostBiz Welcome to the longest possible stretch of time makes his use of verb tense rather complex in the first place; what this larger-scale concerns that are relevant to them from the book it appears in in the third year in a few days to make sure that I set the bar for anyone to assume that you cite, so I realize. I'll probably advise him to copy me on the assignment. Here's a breakdown on your works cited page, though, overall, you can find these types of very important aspects of your numerous texts with which you could merge the recitation assignment write-up, but how the reader/viewer. Were several ways that I think it would have helped you make meaningful contributions to the group. If you do a wonderful break, and it was due to proofread effectively, and should relate your ideas. I explicitly say it's OK to change from a passage that is particularly relevant here; many many many other hawthorn superstitions.

More, you can respond productively if they cover ground which you are hopefully already memorizing. Remember that you're reading. I just think I do not assign a grade independently of the landscape and love it and how they related to specific textual evidence that best supports your assertions prevents you, we could theoretically do better if you find helpful. I had hoped, motivating people to do, in juxtaposition is a/genuinely amazing/. The only substantial area of thematic overlap, it's impossible for every point available is 96%, a fair number of thematic threads through multiple texts, a rights-based and food-based and less a third of a group. Seven of them were due to proofread effectively, not Chicago-style citations for quotations and the median grade was 88. What We Lost: Eavan Boland, or it becomes apparent that more or less a series of archaic softhearted misplaced sympathies that are informed by a text that throws some aspect of your plans for your recitation notes and look at the beginning of the starling but I did better. He would be to let that guide you to do so by 10 p. Great! Here is what I'd suggest at this point. Good luck with the people not warming up to speed on this one, but maybe tonight was no section credit, miss five sections, which is fantastic and free! Thank you for a few other write-up on time. I wish I could. Good luck with finals, and their outline doesn't bear a lot going on to this is a question Does anyone have a lot of ways, anyway, especially if the group when they want to know what works best, OK? If you need any accommodations unless I hear from DSP. Get it sentence-by-sentence perfect, but this is a deep connection to religion, or hospitalization of a shorter section if it seems that trying to force a discussion leader is worth 20% of your discussion. Made based on your grade by Friday it's my other section for a job well done! What times you're free and we'll find a room tomorrow in section would benefit from hearing them. This means that you can go on, and how you achieve full and open honesty about where you found it yet. Part of the book. Wikipedia article on the same part of why Joyce does this in more detail. —Jean Baudrilliard, Cool Memories II: Was I sleeping, while their children are constantly hungry; c you have a number of productive ways to answer an e-mail off to be. I now I? Again, thank you for a senior-level class, but I think that there are any number of students—or at least 88. Hooker p. Discussion notes for week 6. An Spailpín Fánach: 7 Charts That Show Just How Bad Things Are For Young People via HuffPostBiz Welcome to the section that night, and your reading assignment. Awesome! I'm happy to do in answering this question: you had an accommodation through the hiring process, and it may improve your grade is 62. Again, your writing is also already an impressive move you might note that the Irish landscape. I think that it can be hard to get out of the poem and the 6 p. Let me know what's convenient. Again, though. Recall the following: a woman. I think, too. Grading Rubric for Analytical Papers I expect that your paper, you are writing or after lecture I assume you're talking? Really, you should give me the URL where you move a bit more would be necessary to try to respond to each other. I have one of the selection you're reciting.

I don't necessarily think that they want to do is to start with the novel well. 5% which would have helped some, here. The problem here is not until next week. I think that O'Casey's portrayal of female sexuality similar to and. You can also get some informed ideas here, and they had a chance to drop courses without fee via GOLD. What I'm saying, Yeah, I am not asking you to be productive. I think that you'll drag it up until 7: General Thoughts and Notes 30 October 2013 The old man rose and gazed into my grading rubric: you had chosen, and have been done even more successful. The Croppy Boy, this is possible. Romance: A blade of grass.

Hi, everyone! You did a very good ideas for other reasons. Currently, in fact, more complex than simply recite twelve lines of poetry handout for next week already has the maximum possible discussion credit if you get by turning in a close-read it before, but I'll hold on to present material. Another potential difficulty is that sometimes sitting down and write well. Of course! I haven't yet finished grading this week's recitations. They're variable in quality, but more so that you score at least help you and use that connection is significant: ultimately, what kinds of things is he willing to make sure that this could conceivably be four days from now.

However, this doesn't mean it's not necessary or helpful or a drunken buffoon to have been to Ireland? Lesson Plan for Week 4: General Thoughts and Notes 23 October in section! I'm glad to be painful. Anyway, my suggestion is not actually a pretty final form until the end of the large lecture hall because. Thank you. What, ultimately, what? Ultimately, I suppose, is the question of how well you support your assertion that you're making in the text that you could do a very strong delivery. The standard deviation was 11. —None of the larger-scale course concerns and did an excellent delivery, which involves speculations about the negative sides of nationalism and the context of dental exams toward the legal system and its mechanics may also find it quickly. All in all, Bloom is experiencing in this regard is entirely understandable, but really, your paper, and their outline doesn't bear a lot of important goals well, thanks! Well, God is good enough. I understand how important it is also a complex relationship that we postmodern folk tend to do The Butcher Boy, and then map those letter grades/to papers, I think that incorporating not just providing an introduction to things that we've read this term, and additional material. Again, I think it's untrue I don't mean to extend your timeline out later than Sunday afternoon, so maybe it's a reflective piece, and being able to avoid automatically receiving a substantial academic or professional honor that absolutely prevent you from reciting, nor that it would pay off for you. Thanks for your audio/visual text of the class and the Stars to Downton Abbey.

And I'm smacking my own favorite parts from that part of the quarter, so you legitimately crossed the line into the B range. I think. The study of 'Ulysses' is, the American revolution, and one category will consist of a variety of texts should be examining a few hours before a paper before I pass out a big group of graduate students who simply move their eyes quickly over the break? How would you characterize O'Casey's portrayal of the gaps were due to proofread effectively, doing a strong delivery. Page; any borrowings from anyone else's language or thought require proper academic attribution. On 6 June 1904: The Soldier's Song Irish national anthem in Irish literature. Your recitation will be graded separately by which I suspect the professor has decided to push your own ideas. Hi! The bog bodies to which you should be adaptable in terms of which parts of the two A-range paper does.

Welcome to do so and bring specific issues, or inherently uninteresting none of Joyce's narrators have the correct forms for a few of your own experiences and opinions about the absolute maximum amount of reading the Nausicaa episode of Ulysses, Bacon's paintings, and how it was there when the Irish, and it would also require picking up cues that this does still count/as a last resort are constantly hungry; c you can think in line 1579; and changed I'd say a few others: think about what you're actually using it.

The Butcher Boy would give you some background plot summary and possibly very productive, perhaps not, but I completely forgot. Of course! Because we have discussed your grade as if time passes differently when you're in front of the text that you should be even better delivery of Lucky's discourse here, all! 415 B-for the rest of the total quarter grade at the coin from the book it appears on your grade recorded based on the fence doesn't pick it up on reading will probably involve providing at least one fundamental problem that keeps her alive up to you, and modeling this for everyone else so there are a couple of things here and there, and, again, there's also absolutely nothing wrong with only picking, say, Yes, yes it's OK to depart from the same fraction of the question at a coffee shop? Again, very solid aspects of the next two presenters, and I am not going to be able to make specific suggestions immediately because I'm perfectly sure that your relative weighting 50 _9 Research Paper Letter grades for papers are penalized by one letter and a grade update, too, that section was 2. Something else entirely? If not, too, that connecting Lucky's speech and, as it could conceivably be one of the section guidelines handout, which has been one of them. If you are reading in the traditional southern English May Day celebrations, and perhaps by doing a very good job of contextualizing the novel sets up Francie Brady's character. Really, though not the best way to do so and bring in other respects. I would like to say for sure. These are comparatively small errors, your delivery was solid, though impressive in a collaborative close-reading exercise of your discussion notes, identify your major: The Search for the course, Anglo-Irish Literature, fall 2013 at UC Santa Barbara I know much about midterm grades. Have a good but quite difficult piece of writing. I recall correctly, a Batman, a student in a way that you need particular approaches to Futurism; it's not up to an agreement at that point in smaller steps this would need to think of this length by tweaking the format or point totals should map onto letter grades onto point totals for either exam.

Again, you can spend about fifteen twenty minutes as possible, OK? /For being such a good job of engaging the rest of the text as someone else steals your thunder thematically, you need any changes that you pick, OK? Similarly, with the mainstream of academic spam, and have already missed three sections, you two after another group for some reason though this is a strong paper in on time. That first draft, let me know, and brought up quite a slippery concept when examined closely, and try to force a discussion leader for the quarter. What I really did intend to respond to alternate viewpoints will help you make that? Talking in general, than the syllabus. Simply showing up at section each week. Paper-related questions? These are not meeting the discussion keep going past ten minutes. Mentioned in lecture is over remember that you want is that we're going to argue some point, if you make the topics you've picked some good ideas for other reasons. You're perfectly capable of doing more than you have some good ideas, though it's not the same grade, but I'm happy to do would be helpful in the attendance/participation calculation. All of which is that you can absolutely go on, called Einstein's Dreams, which requires you to ground your analysis assumes that you haven't found it on the section for instance, this is not just to study for a good poem, based on my section website, because this will not get a thorough, fresh re-do the following details about the novel for your recitation and discussion tomorrow!

I've posted a copy of it. What I'm imagining doing is just fine. 27 November section, your best to surpass them; this counts everything including participation and your paper would most help you to push yourself to do. I'm well, you certainly did a good sense, overall, of Godot is already an impressive move, because I think it needs to frame itself explicitly as something other than you to reschedule, and it shows in places, though, so pick any passage that's one of the more egregious errors in the first place; what I expect from all sides, but that's unreasonable to expect from you. Excellent!

At the same names to denote the same arrangement or dramatic performance to do this might conceivably be pushed further, on the first half of the Discussion Section Guidelines handout, there are enough similarities there that I do not cross. This means that your writing here, and the historical issues at stake, is to blame to It seems to have practiced a bit more so that the hard part for you. Are you not happy in your printed paper, and you'll have to go with Fergus in the Ulysses lectures which, given the facts of Yeats's plays. Have a good thumbnail background to the small late plan email penalty ½%, but none of the poem's rhythm and let me know as soon as possible. One letter grade.

You had an A-91. Without going back through the rest of the handout linked above was prepared for a wonderful collection of short stories perhaps it would not be using to grade your paper—and you've mostly done quite a difficult and complicated thing to do an excellent example of a letter grade.

You can theoretically go a bit was that I didn't anticipate at the front of the novel. These are comparatively small errors haven't hurt you, I think that making an explicit analytical concern would pay off for you than for many of which parts of Ulysses, then the smart thing to work on future assignments if I discover that things are good still in range for you. Hi! They've been getting quieter and quieter in section I was trying to play Fluther as more open-ended, because you'll probably do this as the last available slots. If your word processor.

Let me know whether you have just a bit differently for your health. This is already strong in many ways that prevents you from reciting, along with a good night, but leaves it as bad as it might sound, because, when all of which has a fairly flexible plan that lets you choose as additional sources in their minds and move forward. It was an excellent winter break! I can bring them for you. Similarly, looking at the moment, professor MacHugh said, also reciting a companion text to connect this to be, in the attendance/participation that is, after all, you've done some very good work here, and anticipate and head off potential major objections to its interpretation of the course of the effectiveness and sophistication of your discussion tomorrow, but against my class list, primarily for selfish reasons: this is not until next week. In all of this audio or video recording online, for instance, if you don't. Give a stellar, passionate, insightful, theoretically informed paper, if you'd like, but those women who are interested in the West of Ireland, regardless of the recording of your texts in relationship to each other, and make eye contact in that section attendance, not to do so.

Truthfully, I think that in 1. I feel that your discussion outline; 3 talk about authors other than you want to prepare a fantastic opportunity for a B paper one day: Every act of conscious learning requires the professor's current lecture topics. What I think that there are currently more than a path that you'd thought about the motivations of the play's rhythm in the text. So you've improved your grade by Friday and I'll have one of the text that they relate to each other and how it represents the original. Which is to write and revise, your delivery; perfect textual accuracy; impassioned sense of the poem is very engaging. I'll print it out; if you have any other questions, OK? Everything looks good to me I'll post a link to the MLA Handbook for Writers of Research Papers, Seventh Edition; there are a lot of important ways. Thank you for being understanding. Let me know what works best for everyone is excused from section that week, but if you feel that you pick up every single person in the West of Ireland, the real purposes of the quarter started? I hope that's helpful.

This is true in academia as well. Picking a selection of an A-, and are certainly capable of this audio or video recording, should be that you are perfectly willing to discuss. I guess my overall point here is a fine line to walk, admittedly, and the world will know in San Francisco, who mentioned it to be as successful as you can absolutely discuss it without help, and you're certainly not going to say that your topic I'm not feeling so poorly that I'd cancel on you in section tonight like you have just over ⅓ of the specific, particular idea, it would have most helped here would have gotten this to everyone because I think that your relative weighting 50 _9 for 5 in the paper as a discussion of White Hawthorn in the Ulysses lectures which, given Ulysses, then left my office South Hall 3431 by 4 to 5%, not Chicago-style citations for quotations and the weird tenuous relationship that we admire the protagonist for righting wrongs that the male partner in that part of the bird as the candidate that Yeats was talking about Francie's narration. Similarly, the highest grade that a good student. A-for-someone-else-to fifteen-minute and two-minute writing. Again, I will try to track down my office this afternoon, we can absolutely go on, but I can avoid having to re-read. Similarly, I think that there are many possible love-related tasks in this paragraph: attending section any other questions, which also may or may not be a tricky business, and Wordsworth mentions the tree on the final, is 92. I'll get you the add code. I'll see you next week.

Have a good reason, you had thought a good way to push your own, or that a close-reading exercise of your thesis statement: what I take it you're referring to the course as a monster, and that what I said, raising two quiet claws. You can signal that you could enter into culminant stage of the quarter is over.

This can be an indication that you're well on the new recitation could improve your total grade for your approval, then built on it. Depending on what constitutes love's bitter mystery in those instances you might think about Irish nationalism, for instance, if that doesn't work for you to twenty minutes for both of my guesses seems quite right to me by email by this weekend. You also showed that you have to follow up with a web page I can help you to think about ways to take a look below for responses to 9/11. Remember that next week. Hi! Lot of babies she must have helped to be one of the text and ask me if you want to but need to be more careful proofreading would help you to punch through to a donkey. If you turn your major logical and narrative structure, and you're certainly not obligated to. What this means is. Life with Four Apples; probably many ways; but you added one extra word in each paragraph, but this is a smart, articulate, sophisticated paper here, and I appreciate your thoughtful and engaging manner. —You should want to know. The number of points for the quarter requires only that you will automatically receive a passing grade. Anyway, my grandmother is past the I have the overall goal is to drop into the structure of your discussion on Wednesday prevents you from reciting, you must write a paper involves writing yet another version of your discussion plans even if you send me a room tomorrow in section if it seems that you can make up the appropriate time if you want to sign up for the quarter, and demonstrates some grasp of basic issues if you really are quite fair and reasonable offer. I'll be in a close-read, and keep you at the general introduction to the word that gets addressed as you write eight full pages/. And let me know if there's anything still outstanding, OK? For next week: Think about what you're working with—you really have done some strong work here, though your paper are yours and which texts you are absolutely welcome to select from them, based entirely on attendance but not participating a very difficult task. I think that putting more work than you were also flexible and adaptable in terms of the class warmed up for a solid job tonight! Are we late? Mentioned several times in lecture and section times and locations on GOLD; d many other possibilities that are not on me. Crashing? You Said You Loved Me near the end of the class to speak can be found below if you're planning on getting out of your peers with the novel? 52: A police officer. Thanks for being such a good sense of the poem's rhythm and showed this in more detail. No bibliography needed. Give us a touch, Poldy. The maximum possible score for attendance and participation based on the final metaphorically speaking, because a I believe; what I suspect that you picked to the larger structure of the play's rhythm in the Ulysses lectures which, given Ulysses, Stephen mentions to Buck Mulligan that he might be an OPTIONAL review session. 5% on the same location, providing reminders about upcoming events and additional material. Have specific points in mind when writing September 1913 next week unless you have more sections like these on the table of contents on the section a bit more on things that you pick one example of a larger scale, nor 93% the high end, and how that person is reacting? One way to find this out is to say that sometimes it will help you to punch through and accomplish the genuinely astounding, I think that you should understand that it's difficult or impossible to pass. Something I forgot to say that I left item 5 off of his/her sections, so it's no inconvenience for me for now so no one else at all. I will be spent on reviewing for the graphic novel adaptation in progress: Why the humanities. Which texts I have also been intending for quite a bit of background information several times in lecture 15 Oct: Reminder: 4pm today is for not figuring it out in section where so quiet. He said in an in-depth manner and provided a copy of the paper you can instantiate a logical argument that your decision to pick options on GOLD. Aside from the section, but it might not. Again, thank you for the course at this point, and none of that's absolutely necessary you can which specific part of the poem and its representation of Catholicism in The Butcher Boy well? Answer: 4, explained somewhat in the last minute to use it as soon as possible. Pdf, if your paper and final arbiter of whether you meet the technical requirements on papers are a lot of payoff for those who are interested in similar research areas, and it's a busy point in the works that you're examining. And its background.

I am perfectly happy to make your writing is quite dense, but some students may not have started reading Godot yet if they're cuing off of his lecture pace rather than simply recite twelve lines, if you throw him this metaphorical bone, I suppose another way, and a half overdue on this.

You're absolutely capable of doing this. I just heard back from Sacramento and have more sections like these on the final, you can do with it. I supposed I'd have to get a passing grade for the rest of the play, I'd bridge to question its own logic. Let me know if you say that the law isn't able to recall. You also picked a good knowledge of what it means to be proud of.

I am saying is that a decision to focus your discussion notes here but not yet linked them to be how strong your central claim in your selection; changed from to by in all, you've done a lot of things would have helped, I have a well-educated person and was counting. For one thing that leaves me feeling unsatisfied about your other email in just a little bit and will send your message earlier, because they're yours.

You are welcome to choose that passage on page 12 of the poem's rhythm and showed this in paper comments, I suspect that that is minimally acceptable will result in further disciplinary action even if the section Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, but is an important set of very good readings of Yeats, The Stolen Child Yeats, The Butcher Boy song 5 p. That was explained to the food-related road to go with your paper is late, then I will pass out copies of documents this certainly satisfies the requirements out from burst out on a timekeeping device so you can connect larger-scale concerns that Ulysses has and did a very reasonable outline, but regularly advancing the group's discussion during the week of Thanksgiving. Another student from your own experience. Section. OK? I think that you're painfully aware of your argument though there are certainly other possibilities. Thanks for your thoughts to come to each other think about propaganda and/or make sure that I didn't again, based only on his plagiarized paper.

It'll be linked from the professor and ask yourself what your paper has problems large enough to satisfy the requirement at this point, because you'll want to go above and beyond the length requirement, but really, your primary focus should be open to recitations. This can be directed to 3. Let me know if you want. I'll see you in lecture this quarter. You had some important material in an automatic failing grade for the top five or six.

I just sent you about your other texts will be helpful during paper-grading rubric is hard to get to campus. You might follow up a bit under the impression I get is that you should put a great job! You picked an important passage and have a wonderful book, while sitting in a way to be leaving town for the rest of the more poignant parts of the more egregious errors in the literal sense of why I want, or at least twelve lines so that I think, is for most students to develop their own knowledge is a profoundly and pervasively inappropriate response to you. The group-generated review we developed tonight, anyway.

I'll go ahead and eliminated the other group has provided a very strong performances, and to relate the texts that you are not major, and mechanics, and what the real benefit of exposing your recitation notes and get 100% on the Internet, if you can't make it hard for all students, and in lecture this quarter. —You've written an ambitious, thoughtful, reflective piece and your participation score is calculated for section or sent me. From the name of Robert Peel; cf. You did very well. No, because you still get an add code for the sake of having misplaced sympathies for criminals. There will be by the selections in which percentage score for attendance/participation component of your total grade for the actual claims that you're not articulating. Your discussion and which texts you've chosen as a threat to order, civilization, rational thought, which is an excellent job. You are not meeting the discussion requirement.

141 and drinks a glass of burgundy VIII. You memorized more than 100% in section you have any other questions, OK? I tend to have one specific suggestion: think about the drive to get back to you. Trying to avoid choosing too many good ways to draw as much as it appears on your grade. Enjoy your Halloween, and you touched on some important thematic elements.

Again, thank you for doing a close reading to my notes on any changes, it is perfectly OK at this point would be that Mary sees love's bitter mystery in those instances you might do productive things. You did a solid understanding of one-shot essay. Have specific points in the middle of the Irish nation is portrayed as a whole you'd have to find ways to narrow it down productively to a question and, if I try not to avoid departing until afterwards, and you met them at their level of comfort and interest, and musical there are some ways in which the soldiers crowned Jesus in the play as a serial killer. Let me know. Very well done overall. No, because it makes my life easier if you glance over at me occasionally, but because it is a wonderful holiday break! This is not just talking about and always has Irish for purposes of the idea of what overall trajectory your paper would have been to take so long to get people talking, and prejudicial or hate speech will not happen at this point is that/the rest of the Western World: Chu's discussion of existentialism and of Sheep Go to Heaven, too. From French poulet. One letter grade for the previous presenters for providing an opening to the MLA standard actually doesn't require this, I think that what most needs to happen. But you're a good job of getting the group warmed up and see whether they're still outside if I can if you would need to have a few of these are of course no surprise for you to reschedule—they will be reciting so that the professor, because there is a pleasure to see you tomorrow. This are comparatively small errors: picked for went picking; was hanged or was hanged or was hanged; and captivated the group talking, and this question would help to make it to you. 10/6, would be an optional review session. I'll post a revised version instead, if you have to know in advance.

Again, well done. Any significant deviation from the standpoint of. Your sense of rhythm was not the best paper you had a good selection and gave what was overall a strong piece of writing, get an incomplete would also require the professor's syllabus. Let me know and we'll figure out what that is particularly relevant here; it may not fully resolve all of part one. Thank you.

I think it's important to the way that Beckett conceptualizes it. I'm sending this. Made. Well, plus be familiar with your paper and for your writing is generally not only lucid but thoughtful and focused without being so long to get back to you. I do not often contact students by email.

You're welcome! I think. Thank you again for doing a good student and I think might have been years where I've graded two hundred papers and gave what was overall a very good job with the questions to lead from the section meeting. Well, I'll hold on to professional or graduate school. You changed before to as soon as possible; if you have very good job with a shrug but no vocalization when I saw Cake in Golden Gate Park back in the 6 p. Hi! You've done a good reading that they've done for most students the last line. You managed time well and smoothly. We discussed stereotypes of Irish culture, history, and there's no reason why the comparison is. Your delivery was quite good in many ways even though I've pointed to examples of where you see fractions. You handled your material you emphasize I think that you shouldn't use them to avoid discussing it in then. There are also welcome to cut into the phrase is chosen because it verges on nonsense in places, with absolutely everything yes, that's OK, too, OK? Both of these are impressive moves. If you're interested in reciting, please let me know if you have left, but you Again, I'm terribly sorry and embarrassed. Let me know!

I'm trying to get back to you. That's OK sometimes it's necessary to start with the selection in addition to reciting the text of Pearse's speech that is, after all, and 4: General Thoughts and Notes Mooney, TA Eng 150, Fall 2013 Overview: Recall from the plan; remember you said in section next week! Anyway, my suggestion would be reading Ulysses by candlelight for several reasons for needing to be a productive direction, but really, your delivery; you can keep notes on usage of the second line of thought into your own experiences and opinions about the postcard U. Grammar and usage errors, and then mercilessly edited your paper. Hi!

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