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Dylan Rosa | 26 Teacher | Volunteer | Dog Mom | Proud Geek

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Sailor moon creencap re-draw! Guess where the original screen cap is from (I kind of gave it away on IG but whatever lol)

[dylan-rosa-blog]

erikwestin‌: 

The older woman, thankfully, seemed to have lost some of her steam and Erik couldn’t help but grin a little. He shifted Annaliese on his hip, holding her tight as he focused his attention back on the young woman. It was pretty clear the older woman was embarrassed now, or at least he hoped she was; yelling at some poor girl like a lunatic. “Are you okay?” He asked, bending down a moment to let Annaliese down, suddenly aware of her fussing at being picked up. He grabbed a dropped box of the cereal, reaching over the young woman to put it back on the shelf.

“I didn’t realise Lucky Charms were still so popular,” Erik joked, smiling down at the woman. He outstretched his hands to the woman, silently offering to take the boxes. It was very clear that she was too short to reach them, which made it obvious what had happened. Erik didn’t think she’d be able to reach to put them back if she’d barely been able to take one down. “Here, let me. I think I’ve probably got a better reach…” he told her lightly, not wanting to make fun of her height but simply stating a fact. 

The blond man towered over her by at least a foot, and even though he was technically helping her, Dylan felt intimidated by his height alone, so she could imagine how the elderly woman felt. Still, the woman’s attentions were elsewhere, and Dylan couldn’t be more thankful. “ I’m fine, really. All just a misunderstanding.” She said as she tried to look her most confident in hopes that the woman would wheel her cart far away and that Dylan could count this as a win (even though she had nothing to do with it). 

When it was just the three of them, a small (adorable) girl squirming in her father’s arms, Dylan had all but forgotten about the mishap, her love for kids making her focus on the girl with a smile and a wave. Her love for kids was always there, but had grown since she became a teacher, which was why Dylan didn’t notice the man attempting to aid her further by putting the boxes back on the shelf. “  Oh -- thanks...heh...” She stammered out with a flush on her cheeks that her five feet and three inches had caused so much trouble. “ It’s a good cereal.” She said of her choice, the words still popular coming through after the brand and giving her a hint she needed. “ Not the most healthy...but still delicious. You would think that with all the bright colors and marshmallows that they’re know mostly kids would want it and put it a little lower.” She laughed.

[foodpornit]

Korean bbq poutine made w/ bulgogi-marinated steak, cheese curds, kimchi & chili sauce #FoodPorn .via Meunderwears

[dylan-rosa-blog]

laurenxprescott‌: 

Lauren couldn’t help but laugh softly as the woman’s offer. She shook her head once again, finding it endearing. “It’s fine…” She insisted before sighing softly, not wanting to argue with her. Perhaps it would be better to sign, she thought. “You can buy me an iced coffee.” She signed to the other, finally deciding to give in since she wasn’t going to let her go like this. “Thank you. You are so lovely and I’m sorry that woman was mean. You did not deserve that.”

She hadn’t really signed in a really long time. It was certainly an asset for the medical profession, not to mention that it often came in handy when communicating with some of her patients. But Lauren had never thought that she would be signing to a stranger whom she’d met at a grocery store. “

Being annoyingly persistent maybe wasn’t an admirable quality, but it was Dylan. Maybe there was something in her that just didn’t like to get anything without giving, but when the woman agreed to her terms, Dylan was happy as well as shocked. “ You can sign?” She said aloud, surprise obvious in her voice. There were times where she both spoke and signed out of habit, and this was one of them. “ Thank you. I really appreciate it.” Dylan signed back, still talking. She somehow felt like the woman would feel at ease if she spoke as well. “ Maybe we can pay for these first, then go?” Dylan was just about done with her shopping anyway, but after the altercation had caused a small show in the cereal aisle, Dylan had already decided that she would get out of there to cool her embarrassment and get the rest of what her list called for later or the following day.

Grin still in place, Dylan was somewhat excited to sign with an adult, most people she knew being hearing or children and making having a full and proper conversation difficult. Suddenly, rather than treating this woman and letting her be on her way, Dylan wanted to converse with her. “ My name is Dylan, by the way.” She silently signed.

[dylan-rosa-blog]

mscarysberen‌: 

Growing up around her Italian grandparents made it easy for the girl to pick up on when someone was having trouble understanding her. Both spoke fluent Italian and often had trouble with fast speakers when they weren’t speaking their native language. Picking up on the cues of the woman not being able to understand, she took it upon herself to speak slower and make it easier on her. “I was just saying how I’ve lost my wallet twice before. I had a difficult time replacing them so I didn’t want you to have to deal with that.” She said in a bit of a slower tone, not rushing through the sentence as she had the times before. With her grandparents, she had learned to speak their native language at a young age and could spar with them if she chose to. Now it was as if they had their own secret messaging system since none of the other grandchildren spoke Italian.

Looking down at the dog that was sitting patiently beside her, Carys thought about her own pup back home. She had adopted Zeppelin years ago when she finally moved out on her own and didn’t want to live alone. Now the pup went everywhere with her so long as she wasn’t working, squeezing him in everywhere she possibly could. “What’s your dog’s name? He’s adorable.” She said as she smiled up at the female, enjoying the friendly interaction. Most of her day was spent with students or co-workers so it was a bit refreshing to actually speak to someone outside of the university bubble. “I usually take my dog everywhere I can as well.”

With her speaking slower, it was much easier for Dylan to pick up enough words to get what the darker haired woman was saying. She’d had enough years of practice to get really good at lip reading, even if it was still hard and generally wasn’t ideal. She made it work, as all people like herself living in an abled world had to. “ Oh! Oh, thank you! Yeah, that would really suck. I hate having to spend all day at those places and waiting all day long. Not to mention they aren’t really the friendliest. “ She chuckled dryly. 

With her wallet back in her hand, Dylan worked to shove all her things back into her bag, managing to find her phone in the process and giving a small “ Yes!” in celebration under her breath (or at least what she thought was) before zipping up. Her eyes following the woman’s stare to Arwen, Dylan smiled. “Do you like dogs?” She asked with a chuckle as she scratched behind the hound’s ear. She was thankful that the woman wasn’t like some people, who without asking reached out to distract her service animal with pets and food. “ This is my Arwen. “ Dylan said proudly. “ Well, she kinda has to go with me. She did just get her day off though, so she’s doing a good job today all things considering. Especially since she basically has to keep me alive today.” Dylan chuckled at the dark reality of that. Crossing the street was dangerous enough as is, but Dylan needed Arwen now more than usual while she was unable to hear horns or anything else that couldn’t be seen right away. Maybe her bag was too big? Dylan did a little shift and realized that her purse was indeed blocking Arwen’s vest.

[dylan-rosa-blog]

arvinlewis‌: 

“No need to thank me,” Arvin insisted, waving his hand in dismissal of the woman’s comment. She introduced herself then, and Arvin’s face broke into a smile. “Right, right! Dylan – you worked with Matthew in my class last year. Little boy, about eight years old, lost his hearing from …” Arvin paused, desperately trying to remember the kid’s story. “From meningitis, I think. God, sorry I didn’t recognise you at first. It’s uh, strange running into other teachers out of context, you know?” Arvin chuckled.  The man shifted his grocery basket from his right hand to his left and then stuck it out to introduce himself, “Arvin is fine. I think we’re far passed a last name basis at this point.”  The crowds around them began to disperse, and Arvin continuously relaxed as they did. His posture relaxed, mind half-returned to the task at hand: grocery shopping. Mostly because his favourite tea – darjeeling – was sitting right above the woman’s head. “So,” he asked, “where are you working this year? I haven’t seen you around the school in a long while.” 

With a bright smile and a nod, Dylan confirmed his realization, holding in a chuckle at him being seemingly excited to have figured it out. It was cute. “ Yes, I heard he’s doing well in a new class now. I’m happy he’s adjusting and learning. I guess it’s from being around other students like him that makes it easier.” While it was hard and could make one feel like an outsider, Dylan knew first hand that being in a like-minded environment made being hard of hearing and trying to learn much better.

“Arvin, then.” She corrected herself, teasing before but more than happy to be informal with a fellow educator. Anything else was just weird considering they were both peers.  Doing a little dodge when she saw his hand coming and realized she was in the way of his beverage, she gave a quick look of apology before her side step caused her to crush a box of cereal under her feet and make her realized she’d missed on. Grimacing with guilt, Dylan quickly picked it up and tossed it in her cart to pay for what she damaged before turning back to Arvin.

“Oh -- I was doing a stint in a school for the deaf since last year, but my plan is to go back to public school. I think that they could use the help a little more, and specialty schools aren’t always accessible for parents. I’d rather make a difference where it counts even if I have to take a pay cut, you know what I mean? 

[dylan-rosa-blog]

erikwestin‌: 

The grocery store was not somewhere Erik would usually be found but Kate had called while he’d been picking Annaliese up from his sisters. And now, here he was, having to buy formula for their one year. It was not something Erik was particularly enjoying, especially when Annaliese was still so bouncy and energetic from her playdate with her cousins.

He turned a corner, Annaliese skipping ahead before he frowned, seeing a bit of a crowd gathering. He took Annaliese by the arm, moving to walk past the group when he noticed the two women at the centre of the attention. Erik watched for a moment as the younger woman stood there silently, letting the other woman scream obnoxiously at her. He was a little amused by the whole scene before he realised the poor young woman had been mistaken for any employee.

He stepped forward a little, picking Annaliese up and settling her on his hip as he did. His eyes noted the two shopping carts and it was clear one belonged to the girl getting yelled at, and just taking it. He cleared his throat, catching the yelling woman’s attention. “Excuse me, ma'am. I don’t think she works here,” Erik interfered calmly, pointing towards the second cart beside the younger woman. “You don’t. Right?” He directed that last part towards the silent woman, lips still quirked up in a bit of an amused smirk.

She didn’t like causing a scene, so naturally Dylan was trying her best to calm the woman down and disperse the small crowd of people who most certainly had better things to do with their time and had they been bothered by anything else, would have complained about their precious time being wasted. Still, they watched, no one brave enough to stand up until a tall, tall man and what one could only assume was his child walked up. Dylan wanted to breath a sigh of relief at the back up -- or at least, what she hoped was backup, but didn’t want to celebrate prematurely.

Thankfully, the man seemed to be logical and helpful, the elderly woman turning towards him, seemingly ready to start to grumble at him when her mood suddenly changed. She looked up a bit, then up again and the man and Dylan could have been wrong, but she swore she say the woman’s cheeks tint pink as she locked eyes with the blond man. She babbled something incoherent to Dylan, who was being addressed by the man and turned to him, making understanding the woman impossible -- even more so than before.

“ Er, no, I absolutely do not.” She confessed with a nod just in case.  “ I was just fixing something...” Had she been as tall as him, she wouldn’t have knocked down all the boxes and gotten herself in this situation in the first place. The woman, maybe convinced or maybe enamored, seemed to forget Dylan as she turned her attentions to the man, who couldn’t possibly have any interest in a grouchy seventy-something, but Dylan too the opportunity to grab up the rest of the boxes and try to put them back on the shelves. “  I just wanted cereal...”

[top-hat-gentlemen]

That awkward moment when your hearing aid dies and you have to tell the person your talking to "sorry, i just died. One moment please"

[dylan-rosa-blog]

mscarysberen‌: 

The woman before her seem frazzled as she dug through the bag hanging on her shoulder. She was pretty, about the same height as her, and had an adorable canine staying right by her side. The pup made her smile as she thought about her own that was currently back at her apartment. Zeppelin was truly the sunshine of her life, bringing happiness to even her darkest days. When she spoke up the first time, the woman seemed to have not heard her. Maybe she was just truly zoned in on what she was looking for and truly didn’t hear. But when she didn’t hear her the second time, she thought maybe something could be wrong. Either that or she just simply wasn’t speaking loudly enough in her direction. The pup however sat very still and didn’t even approach her as she moved towards his owner. Impeccably trained, she noted.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you. I just saw your wallet fall from your bag and I didn’t want you to take off without it.” Carys said as she held up the accessory in her left hand, making sure it was in the female’s eye sight. The brunette had fallen victim to losing her wallet twice in her lifetime and each one was an absolute bear to fix. She had to get new driver’s licenses each time as well as replacing her credit and debit cards and her campus identification. It would suck to have to go through that when a stranger could reach out and prevent it just by speaking up. “I’ve lost my own twice now and they are hell to replace. I would hate for you to have to do that.”

Dylan was aware in the back of her mind how frazzled she must have looked,but had other , more important concerns than her own vanity, which was never a huge factor to begin with. Still, she eyes the remarkably blue eyed woman with confusion and panic, thinking she had done something wrong or even was about to kicked back out into the rain with her poor pooch. Painted lips moved and Dylan tried to keep up with them, but soon her eyes fell to her wallet in the woman’s hand, a wave of understanding as well as relaxation coming over her as Dylan realized that had happened. “ OH! Oh...my gosh-- thank you. That’s mine.” She breathed. It would have been the tip of the iceberg had she lost it and Dylan wanted to throw her arms around the woman in gratitude, the only thing stopping her being her respect for personal space, both her own and others.

“It must have fallen out of my bag, thank you. I didn’t even notice.” You’re super nice.” Dylan noted. “ Though I mean there’s not a lot of money in it so it would have been useless to take unless you really like unicorns -- not that I’m calling you a thief it’s just an example... I so don’t think you’re a thief. You’re way too nice to be a thief.” Dylan smiled, finally stopping and taking her foot out of her mouth to take a deep breath and look towards the woman apologetically.

“ Could you um... Could you maybe speak slower? And say that again maybe?”

[dylan-rosa-blog]

laurenxprescott‌: 

All it took was a stern glare from Lauren to get the actual staff to deal with the obnoxious woman who stood in front of her. A part of her felt that the entire situation a bit comical, yet the expression on her face remained the same until the woman was escorted away from them. As she exhaled a sigh of relief, she turned around to face the younger woman who stood behind her. Her face lightened in an instant, her previous death glare being replaced by a warm smile towards the other. “I wasn’t really trying to be a hero, to be honest.” She admitted as she chuckled softly. She admitted. “I just couldn’t stand by and watch when she was being so harsh towards you.” Lauren had always been quite out-spoken like this. “I think that only applies to grandmother’s, honestly. Anyone else would quite frankly have the potential to be a bitch.”

“There’s no need to thank me for anything, love.” Lauren stated with a smile. “I did not do what I did because I was expecting anything in return. It was the right thing for anyone to do.” And she believed that. Of course, none of the other shoppers in this aisle wanted to rush to this stranger’s aide even though they could hear the woman screaming at her. They had chosen to ignore it. Lauren couldn’t do that though. It just wasn’t who she was, as a human being. She laughed softly as she shook her head at the other’s politeness. “Oh no, please… there’s no need for you to buy me a cup of coffee… or green tea. It’s fine.”

When the woman turned, Dylan jumped a bit, not knowing what to expect but happy to be met with a pleasant smile. Lovely and statuesque in addition to being courageous and kind, Dylan felt a sick sort of envy for the seemingly perfect woman’s attributes. As much as Dylan would like to say she would have, she couldn’t honestly say she would jump in had it been the other way around. Dylan’s cowardice was well known, and her small frame was anything but imposing. Not to mention her voice was said to be pitchy and without being able to hear herself, she often spoke in a much quieter voice to avoid shouting. While the woman saw herself as nothing heroic, Dylan stood in awe of the Wonder Woman.

“Well you are.” Dylan asserted. “ Any small act of kindness is heroic and should be recognized. It’s the every day heroes -- Or..or heroines -- that make the world a little easier to live in. “ Dylan offered with a hopeful smile. She knew she talked to much, but she thankfully didn’t go off on a rant about all the things her mother told her about being good to good people. “ Oh... I-I didn’t mean to assume it’s just that your cart is so full of healthy things that I thought... I can biy you coffee if that’s what you really want -- I honestly don’t mind... Um... Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to say thank you? A green smoothie, maybe? Chocolate ice cream?”

[dylan-rosa-blog]

eleanorfox‌: 

Pride. Over the years as she became more okay with accepting herself, Eleanor had grown more and more excited for the event that took place every June. She was at a point in her life where she was out, she was proud, and she didn’t give a single fuck who knew or whether or not they agreed with it. She was at a place of peace, and getting to walk around with other people just celebrating and embracing themselves warmed her heart. 

Nora liked to switch up what she wore every year. Sometimes she’d go all out in rainbow gear, but this year she was pretty sure her pale yellow t-shirt with a bee on it that said les-bee-an, and her rainbow feather boa were good enough.

On Saturday she’d participated in the Dyke March, and had participated in the Dirty Disco. Sunday was now for just enjoying the street fair, and maybe catching glimpses of the parade. All of the events were fun and everything, but one of Nora’s favorite things was walking around and taking everything in, observing everyone around her. 

It was always a little crowded, so it wasn’t much surprise when she finally bumped into another person. “Hey, sorry!” she said. “Happy Pride!”

She was a supporter -- that’s what Dylan would tell you if asked why she was decked out in full rainbow at a Pride parade. But she wasn’t gay. She just supported it and was an ally and understood why women would like other women....and men other men, of course. It was just the right way to be -- to be a supporter. 

It wasn’t like her family were small minded, but there was a time where she wouldn’t have gone to an event like this for fear of what people would say, but boy had she been missing out. Dylan couldn’t hear the music but could feel the bass and see all the colors dancing around and that enough passed a high onto her that had fueled her the passed few hours. Between eating way too much sugar and jumping up and down until her feet were sore and swollen, Dylan hadn’t been thinking at all about a possible collision until it happened, missing the apology before she turned to the person who’d walked into her but smiling it off anyway. “ Hi!” She called over the music from the street part being had, making out ‘happy pride’ from the woman’s lips and wishing her the same. “ Happy pride to you too!” Dylan said without hesitation, pulling the woman in for a very quick hug before resuming jumping.

“ Are you having a good time?” Her voice was loud, Dylan usually speaking in a whisper but assuming that she’d need to be heard over the music that she assumed was loud because she felt it in her feet. “ There’s rainbow slushies!”

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dominiquep_c✨🌈 Happy Pride Everyone 🌈✨ #NeverGrowUp #AlwaysBeAUnicorn 🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄

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[dylan-rosa-blog]

mscarysberen‌: 

“I know you think daddy is being mean, Mikey, but when you lie there are consequences for that.” Little Mikey Beren is the first of Carys’ brothers’ children. The oldest, the sassiest, and the only one who knows how to work a smart phone to call his aunt whenever he feels his parents are treating him unfairly. At noon on a Wednesday, this distraction is more than welcome as the psychology professor utilized her break to grab a coffee in town. The line was long which made this a perfect time for the little guy to call her and tell her about the latest flaw in the parental judiciary system. “Aunt Carys, you don’t understand! If I didn’t lie to them, I would have been in trouble!” The little boy whined into the phone as he tried, and again failed, to prove his point. He was supposed to come into the city this weekend to spend time with her but now that trip wasn’t happening due to a lie he told his parents. “You got in trouble anyway, didn’t you? Mommy and daddy always know when you’re lying. Remember that.”

After countless tears and a bit more whining, the phone call ended with Michael, the boy’s father and her eldest brother, coming on the line and thanking her for trying to talk some sense into him. It wasn’t often that little Mikey found himself in trouble, but when he did he was always calling his aunt to help bail him out. Putting her phone back into her purse, she took a gaze at the menu and debated changing her usual order. The words of her late grandmother popped into her head saying ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’ and it brought a smile to her face. Why change something that has worked for her for so long? Things had been so dull in her life recently that this little mid-afternoon trip to the coffee shop was quite the event. It brought her the happiness and comfort she had been in need of a lot more than usual these past few weeks. Especially with her other brother, Jesse, getting ready to welcome his second child into the world any day now.

Her drink was ordered and now she was waiting in the corner for her name to be called. As she scrolled through her never-ending queue of emails, she saw out of the corner of her eye a figure moving to grab their drink and be on with their day. But something else also happened to catch her eye. Falling from the person’s hand was their wallet onto the ground behind them, seemingly lost forever as they moved to exit the shop. “Excuse me,” Carys called out as she bent down to pick up the item, moving towards the stranger. “I think you dropped this.” She continued, offering a friendly smile as she handed the wallet over to them.

Dead batteries weren’t usually a problem as Dylan had always brought a spare, but today was her more unprepared day as not only had the young woman run out that morning without her umbrella, but without any spare anything that she needed. Naturally, when she was unprepared, it was the most the most hectic half hour she’d had in ages. Arwen at her side padding along like her handler hadn’t just had to clean up behind her with loose leaf from a notebook, forgetting doggy bags, Dylan proceeded to dig in her purse from hand sanitizer when an unfortunate bend saw her hearing-aid fall into a dirty puddle of water. “No!” She exclaimed, in spite of their dead batteries. She could have at least bought another.

Dylan was ready to be on her way back home for her spare hearing aid when it began to drizzle. “ No....” She groaned as the water got a a little heavier. Knowing she would be drenched, Dylan lead Arwen into the nearest place she saw -- a coffee shop -- her intention to call a car to take her back home at the risk of delay.  After a quick sanitize, a knowing look given to her service animal, Dylan began digging in her oversize bag for her phone. She couldn’t help herself, a little frazzled by nature, but more so by the string of bad luck for the day, that she hadn’t even noticed her tossing through the bag had made her wallet spill out.

It was the last thing she needed to lose, but without being able to hear the thud of it hitting the ground, she was left to become an easy target without any clue. “ Where the hecky-heck are you?” She mumbled to herself as she pushed books and things aside, not hearing the woman address her and after a beat, feeling someone staring and looking over. “ Huh?”

[dylan-rosa-blog]

arvinlewis‌: 

“So we can all calm down, yeah?” Arvin suggested, honey brown eyes darting from the stranger to Dylan and back again. The woman snarked back at him, lipsticked-mouth turned into a snarl, but the man just smiled in return. “I’m sure someone else would love to help you, but like I tell my third graders, use nice words to get nice results.” It was snarky, sure, but the woman deserved it. Then the woman retreated.  Arvin’s posture relaxed, and his hands dropped to his side. The man turned around to face the fellow teacher. “Hey,” he said, a sympathetic smile on his face. “I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to uh, totally intrude. I just – I really hate people like that. I know I kind of literally jumped in the middle of your business, though. Probably not my finest moment.” Arvin’s mouth pressed into a straight line, his eyes searching the woman’s face for forgiveness. If growing up with sisters had taught him anything, it was that women were far more than capable of holding their own. They didn’t need his help – ever – unless asked. Arvin operated on the same understanding for all women, generally, but something in his gut told him this particular woman – Ms. Rosa – could use a helping hand. 

“Ms. Rosa, right?” Arvin asked, arching an eyebrow. “You’re a – uh – behavioural aid?” He guessed, trying to remember through an early-morning-fog what the woman’s job had been within his school. 

If she heard what she thought she heard, then Dylan owed Alvin many kudos for a witty and classy answer to the woman’s ranting and raving. Quick thinking was needed for wit, and in confrontational situations, Dylan froze up, too busy processing what was happening, looking for a route to flee, or just trying to make out what was being said to engage in a battle of wits. It was a trait she admired in those who had it.

“ Good one.” She chuckled a bit.” And yes, I’m fine now. Thank you.” She smiled in genuine gratitude at the man who had come to her rescue. “ Please, if you see me in that kinda of trouble ever again, intrude all you want. “  Her fingers flitted at her sides as she spoke -- a habit of signing making her hands fuss when she was speaking aloud. “ I really didn’t know what to say in that situation... I wasn’t even sure if she was just yelling cause she thought I’d hear better... That’s...a surprisingly common thing.” Dylan sighed.

With another small smile, Dylan couldn’t help but note that the man seemed a little...strange? Be it the altercation or him just trying to speak slow enough for her to read his lips -- which was a nice gesture -- but either way, wanted to put him at ease.  “ Dylan.” She corrected gently, breaking the need for formality. “ And you got it right the first time: I’m a teacher. My kids behave just fine, they just can’t hear anyone.” She chuckled, hoping it came off as a joke. Most people were never sure what term was PC enough for everyone. “ But again, Mr. Lewis, thank you. ”

[dylan-rosa-blog]

arvinlewis‌: 

It was impossible to ignore the shouting. Arvin could hear it from aisles away, and the piercing yelp of a woman’s voice, all to shrill first thing in the morning, felt all too intense for someone in a grocery store. Curious as ever, the man dropped the box of tea he held into his basket and rounded the corner, peeking down aisle after aisle until he could find the source of the shouting. Arvin found a middle-aged woman there, waving her hands angrily at a … surprisingly familiar young woman. Arvin eased his was towards the pair, brows furrowed as he tried to place the woman he definitely knew from somewhere. The older woman shouted again, and Arvin abandoned his attempt to identify the brunette. He hurried over and raised a hand, coming around to stand beside the younger woman. “Hey, hey, hey –” he said, effectively silencing the middle-aged mess that stood before them. “What’s going on here? I’m like, a thousand percent sure this woman doesn’t deserve this … barrage,” Arvin demanded. The woman began to explain her situation, and as she did, Arvin looked over to the woman beside him. He blinked, eyed her up and down. Ms. Rosa. She worked in his school sometimes. That’s where he knew her from. “Wait – she doesn’t even work here,” Arvin suddenly interjected, now fully aware who he was defending. “She’s a teacher – and quite frankly, you’re making a fool of yourself.” 

The silence was immediate when the man stepped between that. Dylan wasn’t sure if she was reading intimidation or something else, but the woman seems to take a step back and dial her hollering down. Dylan’s eyes went wide in shock, frankly, for the first time feeling thankful for a man’s intimidating presence, as odd as it felt to say.  The woman sputtered something about finding Dylan stacking the shelves and something else that no amount of focusing could make out. Though it was useless, her vision fine, she did this thing where she squinted when she was trying to hear better, which only was effective in making reading lips harder for her and this doing the exact opposite of what she wanted, but it was  habit Dylan had yet to break. 

She did make out, however two things: the man’s face, which was warm it’s it’s familiarity, thought she couldn't’ recall ever seeing his expression so stern, and that he was informing the woman of her actual profession. “ It’s true!” Dylan squeaked a bit too eagerly. She even stood on her top toes for a few seconds before laying her heels flat and looking down with a slight flush. “ I really don’t work here, I was just picking up some things I knocked over. Honest.” She swore with a small, hopeful smile.

Though the woman was grumbling, still either sure that Dylan was lying or just annoyed that she couldn’t get the help she wanted and win an argument at the same time, being outnumbered seemed to cool her temper. Something else was said, but Dylan couldn’t pick up the sound now read the woman’s lips as she turned, giving her an angry profile as her lips moving were all Dylan could take note of. Whatever it was, Dylan had a strong feeling it wasn’t a nice thing being said. Still, she turned to the man, a more genuine albeit still nervous smile given to him as she thanked him with her hands, words following. “ Thank you. Really, I don’t -- she just came up to me and...yeah...”

[dylan-rosa-blog]

laurenxprescott‌: 

If there was one thing that Lauren Prescott hated in this world, it was people who were entitled little shits. One thing that her parents had made sure of when she was younger was that they taught her how to be humble. They allowed her to understand that she was extremely privileged. Perhaps this was why she was pissed at this rude woman at the moment, who hadn’t bothered to leave the poor woman alone after Lauren had told her to fuck off in a much calmer manner.

When the other woman confirmed that she did not work there, even though she did not really need to, and the woman continued to accuse her of ‘being an employee’ and ‘lying’, Lauren cracked. “Enough!” She said, sternly, and her arm was drawn in front of the woman she was defending, as if a part of her was afraid that this entitled bitch would launch herself at her helpless opponent at any given moment. Lauren was not going to let that happen. “Walk away, lady.” She said in a much more calmer manner.

Perhaps the revelation that the other woman was deaf would make the entitled one walk away. If she did not walk away now, Lauren still had her phone in her hand and she was ready to dial ‘911′ and have this woman arrested for harassment. Thankfully, an actual employee had walked up to them by that time.

The brunette’s yell came through loud and clear -- well, loud-ish. Dylan actually jumped when the woman raised her voice, cowering behind the woman’s arm like a scared child and thankful that someone was coming to bat for her.  The old woman looked shocked and speechless, which Dylan admittedly found amusing; she probably didn’t think anyone was going to out-shout her. Still, as Dylan feared that the attention was going to be turned on the brunette for helping, a clerk, a security guard, and what seemed to be a manager came up. There were some heated exchanges (mostly from the elderly woman) and an attempt to get Dylan fired before the staff insisted she didn’t work their and ushered the woman away for causing a scene.

When the small crowd that gathered began to clear and the manager apologized to both Dylan and her heroic brunette rescuer, Dylan’s heartbeat slowed enough for her to smile as she turned to the woman. “ You’re my hero. “ She chuckled nervously, but meant every word. “ I honestly don’t know what got into that woman.... Guess that whole sweet old lady thing doesn’t stick to everyone, eh?” She was trying to joke to break the tension from before, but Dylan still felt the sweat that had broken on her brow from the confrontation. Even though she was still stressed, she figured that she owed it to her brave heroine to help calm her down.

“You didn’t have to do all that, but thank you. Really.” Dylan smiled, trying to speak as clearly as she could. She could barely hear herself and often worried that she wasn’t understandable. “ Can I do anything as a thank you? Pay for something or buy you a coffee or...” She took a brief peek at the woman’s groceries, in awe of the healthy items which Dylan would mostly consider luxury, and guessed that maybe the woman wouldn’t really want coffee if she was a health nut. “ ...Or a green tea...?”