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bradyemmerson‌:

“Hey, that’s better than I ever did in school. Notes is a big deal. Totally means they were trying,” Brady laughed, shrugging innocently. As far as she was concerned, that was probably all a teacher could ask of a student. If they weren’t being disruptive, that had to count for a lot. Being a teacher wasn’t something Brady could even fathom doing with her life and she had a level of respect for Jamie that she didn’t hold for many other people. If she could tolerate cranky teenagers all day and somehow get them to learn even just a small something, it was a near miracle. “Aw, yeah, you bet. I…well. I’m sure I’ll get…maybe a little time to go see some sights?” she mused, biting down at her lip. Her time was limited no matter where she was, but especially so when she was overseas at a tournament. The games came quick and her practice time with her team was short, leaving her with little extra time to actually go out and explore the exotic locales she often found herself in. “But, yeah, yeah. No, yeah. Totally. Won’t work myself into the ground, scout’s honor. I’ll take at least one break a day for like ten minutes to just breathe. My job is fun anyway, so it’s like. I can’t complain, y’know?”

They were trying. Sometimes, at least. She knew she wasn’t as riveting as the latest gossip or Instagram trend, or Tik Tok. But damn, grades meant something to the world, and as much as they liked to think it only consisted of their pixelated screens it truly didn’t. Jamie had been in their shoes, of course she’d had to in order to become a teacher, but perspectives changed mightily the moment the shoe was on the other foot. She’d been teaching pretty much non stop for six years now, and had chosen it as her future. It was sometimes tough to see things entirely from her students points of view. The way Brady didn’t seem totally able to commit to catching some of the sights wasn’t lost on Jamie, her head tilting as her lip went out in a soft pout. “If you can’t take a moment, that blows. Don’t worry about it, seriously.” She never wanted to be an inconvenience, especially not to a friend. “Sure, your job is to have fun, but it’s still a job at the end of the day. I get sizable joy in my Michelangelo lectures showing how his David has an incredibly small penis but I still get hand cramps from grading papers and hate how early I have to get. Seriously, if they’d just push it a couple hours, that’s all I’m asking.”

#c #c: brady

thcorucz‌:

“Technology, am I right? Can’t be with them, can’t be without them.” Theo was nodding attentively as Jamie talked, trying his best to keep up with most of it, which he did. He was wearing his trusted jacket, which helped plenty in the unpredictable weather right now. “Mmm, I don’t miss that part of school, that’s for sure. I’d rather write a paper on the topic, but also not really. Man, I really don’t miss being in college right now.” He scratched the top of his eyebrow with a thumb. “My week? Uhh, not much really. I finally set up a website for my portfolio. And I’ve got three weddings to photograph, so that’s going to be fun. I mean, actually be fun. Wedding parties, I tell you…they get wild.”

Always interested in the lives that her friends was leading, Jamie listened attentively, smiling when he told her he’d set up a portfolio for himself. Pride suffused her, happy that he was making the steps he needed to to get himself established as an artist. “That’s awesome! Now more people can find your work and about you. College was...college. I don’t know.” She falls silent for moment, struck at how different her undergrad and graduate experiences were. Nothing better to start your upper education with the news of a parent passing away. “I’ve never witnessed a wild one, but they do seem pretty fun. I’ve only been to a few in my time.” It’s not that she didn’t get invitations, but. When you don’t even have the courage to participate in slutty wedding sex and just get drunk on wine at the open bar alone, they’re not as much fun. “Whats your best wedding story, do you think?”

#c #c: theo #tw: death

francescadifraggio‌:

availability: open to all location: francesca’s fashion atelier.

She flashed two pieces of paper before the other. “So,” she began, proudly speaking of her drawings, future dressing gowns in the making. “Which one?” Francesca waved a piece of lavender coloured flower-y gown drawing, and then, showed them the other drawing she’d designed: a powerful red dress in what one would imagine silk or velvet mayhaps. “Which one do you prefer? Goddess of spring, or, goddess of Hell?” A proud grin shone through. She knew her clients loved her either way, but she lived for them. And the fashion atelier was her whole life.

“Something tells me you prefer the latter. Everyone’s got a thing for femme fatale’s these days.” She added.

As much as Jamie loved to take little dips into art history, discussing the Renaissance and 16th century artists, she herself could barely draw a stick figure. She could throw together a decentish outfit (easy when you wore the same shades of pastel up top and the same pair of acid washed jeans), but nothing like this. She was constantly awed by the accomplished woman and her creative talents, and it was written all over her face. The dark parts of Jamie, stuffed deep down under his good girl internal set up, were attracted to the vibrant red dress. Unfortunately, it couldn’t speak above her insecurities. Could she even pull off something like that? “Oh no, not me. The goddess of spring, actually. Maybe I can find my own Hades.” She smiles a little bit, cheeks lifting up the bottoms of her wire rimmed glasses.

#c #c: francesca

bradyemmerson‌:

As someone who had never done well in school, Brady could more than sympathize with the students not being all too invested in the lectures. She’d always tried her best, but it had been too easy to zone out, to let her mind get consumed with other things. No matter how interesting school subjects may have been, Brady had always found other things to occupy her time. “Oh, c’mon, I’m sure they…you know. They probably listened and…got something out of it that they’ll remember on the quiz,” she tried to sympathize, shooting a halfway apologetic look Jamie’s way. “My week was like way less of…all that, though.” She paused, then, eyebrows furrowing as she thought back over what exactly her week had entailed. With how busy she had been in recent weeks, everything was a bit of a blur. Brushing her hair back from her face, a soft yawn falling from her lips, Brady simply tossed her hands up in the air. “It’s been like…mad crazy. I had to get a lot of work done here, I leave for Paris for a tournament in like. Tomorrow? Today? One of those. So, like. Just. Busy.”

Jamie appreciated Brady trying to look on the bright side on things, she really did, but these were teenagers they were talking about. It was hard to be a teen when she was younger, but damn they had it rough now. 30 second attention span was a tragedy. She snorted a little. “Girl, please. At least I saw a couple taking notes, so I have hopes for them.” She sticks her hands in her back pockets as they talk, enjoying the early summer breeze on her skin and hair. She missed the constant close exposure to the ocean that she’d used to have in her hometown, but in the past couple of years she’d grown used to Midwest life. Though her new cities proximity to Canada was a definite perk. Wonder wafted into her mood when she heard Brady’s plans, having only travelled to her home to Detroit in the past. World travels just hadn’t been a part of the way her life seemed to be going, and she was sometimes envious of where Brady got to go. Not that she wasn’t overjoyed for her friend, because she truly was. “Paris. Wow. If you see something that makes you think of me, bring it back, okay? And don’t work yourself into the ground. I know summer break doesn’t really exist to you, but you can always channel the spirit of it.”

#c #c: brady

“You think it wouldn’t be that hard to gather one bit of information from an hour long lecture on courtly love and chivalry, but a p p a r e n t l y n o t ! I get that my lectures don’t have an app connected to it, but God it’s frustrating sometimes.” Jamie didn’t often rant about the kids she taught, but occasionally it all just bubbled up and she couldn’t keep it in. This was one of those times, particularly because she was pretty emotionally attached to European history in general. The silver rims on her frames catch the sunlight a little bit as she walks and talks, leather messenger bag slung over shoulder clothed in a loose pink button down leading to fashionably white washed jeans, dark curls catching the slight breeze. “You’d think that it would be even more interesting considering how confusing the dating scene is, especially for these kids, but whatever. I just hope they realize that there’s a quiz in their future. I’ve reminded them enough times. But enough about me - how has your week been?”

#detrevstarter #feel free to assume connections!#she's been here for two years :3

emcelal‌:

location: dessert oasis coffee roasters

He was playing with cards, trying to jumpstart his creativity so he could work on a new flash sheet to add to his design book at the tattoo shop. As it was, the table was full of markers, pencils, and pens alike, littered across it with a sketchbook open to a blank page. With his head canted downwards, and then up again as he managed to pop one of the cards into the air before he caught it, the man smiled to himself, head tilted slightly to the side in amusement as he shuffled the cards once more. Catching someone else’s gaze, however, he paused, shrugging slightly. “I can’t just and nor am I a magician,” Emry explained with a small chuckle. “I just… Get distracted easily.” He hoped that the excuse he offered up wasn’t a poor one, the quiet of the coffee shop during the daytime offering comfortable solace from the busy city outside and the rain. “I didn’t accidentally send a card flying into your coffee, did I? I think I missed it if I had.”

Damn the novel she was currently so engrossed him, a romance set in the Victorian era (her favorite) that held more mystery than she was used to. Sipping her hot chocolate, she’d been sitting at the coffee shop for a hot minute now, wire rimmed glasses catching the light as she focused intently on her book. Stopping to ponder a twist, her dark eyes had been staring into the distance, only to realize belatedly that she’d been staring at someone unintentionally as well. “Oh! My bad, I should’ve been paying more attention. I was zoning out, my bad. And you could’ve claimed you were a real magician if you’d wanted to.” She gave a small smile, nose twitching as she adjusted her frames. “I wouldn’t have known the difference.”

#c: emry #c