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Eyes that stare into your soul. Benjamin Button. @taylorswift 😻

[invisisim]

Benjamin DeLuca | Ep 13.5

School Days

[presaege]

the flash from his small polaroid camera shocks him and he lowers the arm holding it as his dog, sir finnegan (finn or finny for shirt), skitters away. benjamin laughs to himself and waits a moment for the film to come out before he sets both the camera and the small black rectangle down on the table to allow it to develop. as the picture begins to come into focus, the boy turns his attention back to the breakfast he had started to make before his focus had been captured by the idea of taking a snapshot of the morning. across the room on the far wall, the light blue plaster was dotted with various polaroid pictures containing the smiling faces of friends, family, and nature. when he could, he loved to go out and go for hikes and see what he could find, though the foliage in his new home certainly paled in comparison to his home back in vermont.

benjamin was a bit homesick. not in the sense he was going to pack his bags and fly back over in a heartbeat, but he missed the ability to go right over and spend time with his mom or call his friends up for a boy’s night where they’d probably watch harry potter for the fifteenth time or play cards against humanity until tears trickled from their eyes. most of all, he missed the world outside his home. the mesmerizing greens of the trees often drew him in, and he longed to sit by the small pond that used to be near his house in his youth and watch the frogs swim around in the water. it wasn’t as if he hated his new life, no, in reality he was quite happy. he had found himself a nice home in the countryside and decorated it to fit his tastes with an eclectic jumbling of furniture and decor topped off with an acoustic guitar resting in the corner he had yet to learn (he keeps telling himself he’ll figure it out one day, but more often that not, he picks up a book rather than strumming the strings). most of all, here in korea, he adored his new job.

he smiles to himself as he whisks two eggs together, remembering specifically the smile of one of the smallest kids in his class, a young boy who still couldn’t quite jumble a string of words together yet but he sure did try his best. his coworker would say he was just extremely fond of the small boy and that’s why he found him so cute, as the kid in question was a terror in the classroom. he was the human version of a tornado, where he went, toys hit the floor soon after, and the child either hadn’t grasped the concept of cleaning up after himself or simply didn’t care. still, despite the fact his classroom was a constant disaster zone, benjamin couldn’t picture himself in any other line of work. the chaos of the classroom beckoned him, and while he went home tired and a bit stressed, he was refreshed rather quickly once he was off his feet for a bit. soon, his eggs are done, and he plates them and settles into the chair at his small dining room table. he scarfs them down without much thought, drinking his coffee (with a generous helping of milk) on the side as he scrolls through his phone with one hand, a pair of round glasses perched on his nose. 

when he’s finished, he takes the plate and mug to his sink and tidies up. it doesn’t take long, and this is part of his routine. he never did enjoy letting dishes pile up, and he was happy he could avoid having roommates as he saw the way his friends lived and he cringed at the thought. finally, it’s time to view the polaroid, and when his eyes settle on it his lips curl into a large smile a small chuckle slipping past his lips. sir finnegan looks like an absolute beast, his eyes flashed red and his mouth open. for a corgi, he sure did look like a monster in that shot, and he supposed he didn’t look much better. because of this, he loved it. the picture was a keeper, and he was quick to go tack it up with the rest of them, making sure to write the date on the bottom of it with a small smiley face. benjamin liked putting the dates down to track the way things changed over time, but it also reminded him of the scrapbooks his mother would make. he was the only child and his single mother had raised him with enough love for four kids. he’d had a brother, but there were complications and he had passed before ever being born. at five, benjamin could not process the grief his mother had went through, but it was enough for his parents to split. his father, while not really in his life from that point on, did write him letters from time to time. bejamin never replied. it just never felt right. they sat in a drawer somewhere in his bedroom, always opened and read, but never responded to. he sort of regretted giving his father his address, but some small part of him wished he’d get to see him again one day. 

“finny, come here, boy!” benjamin calls out, grabbing his keys and his corgi’s leash near the door. the jingling paired with his voice draws the beast out of hiding, and the small dog gallops over until he’s barreling into benjamin’s legs with an excited yip. “i know, i know. let’s go for a long walk today, how does that sound? maybe we’ll see some ducks again.” he imagines the bark he gets in response is a yes and with a laugh, makes his way out the front door with his over excited dog in tow.

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Stammtafel mit den Nachkommen Jakobs

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[unfortunatelystillliving]

I guess this is my life now.

[thenorthernrecords]

“If you wish to be Jarl of these lands, you may have to publicly declare your birth right.”

Estefania’s words were ones he dreaded. He and Estefania were meeting in his tent, with young Benjamin sitting by the large table with spread out war plans. Benjamin was explained Estefania’s situation, and agreed to keep things quiet about it. Jacob sighed and frustratedly rubbed his chin.

“And why would I want to do that? Hm? Wouldn’t that put my family and I in danger?” He asked quietly, staring at the table.

Estefania sighed, as if she saw this coming. “If you are to take Jarl Geir’s place, it may cause kings and leaders of other lands to try and take these from you. A new leader usually leaves that sort of opening. And, if you try to set up some sort of alliance, they will be less willing if they believe you’re a nobody. Your mother’s birth name will grant you opportunities, as well as protection.”

“What what if that draws the attention of Sargenis foes? Or worse, Eamonn.” He eyed Benjamin, “Sorry, but your Uncle is an annoying stick in the mud from what I’ve heard. Arrogant. Thinks he’s better than everybody. He’ll probably come down here from his high and mighty place in the west and ask why a lowly bastard like me dares to take the name.”

“You have my Aunt Slania’s support,” Benjamin answered, “I know my Uncle Eamonn has had his issues, but Slania does have the an warband with her. Besides, we haven’t seen him in a long time. We have our doubts he’ll ever return.”

“Look,” spoke up Estefania, “Use your birth right as a last resort. But, be ready about it. You will be approached by other jarls, kings, war leaders, all wanting something from you. If Jarl Geir knows about your background, chances are they will know you’re a Sargenis from your mother’s side, so be prepared for the benefits and the troubles. You want to be a leader, you will have to realize you will have to balance things you may not want to balance. Your wife may be a Blackwood, but that name means little outside of her homeland, which has worked to her advantage here as she has no desire to return to her previous life or family. But, your name, both of birth and of adoption, must have weight -- for her, your son and your people.”

Jacob sat up and scoffed. “I don’t know why Maxim wanted to be a leader so badly. This shit’s a pain in the ass.”

[zweite-natur]

'The influence of Saturn makes people “apathetic, indecisive, slow,' he writes in The Origin of German Trauerspiel (1928). Slowness is one characteristic of the melancholic temperament. Blundering is another, from noticing too many possibilities, from not noticing one’s lack of practical sense. And stubbornness, from the longing to be superior—on one’s own terms. Benjamin recalls his stubbornness during childhood walks with his mother, who would turn insignificant items of conduct into tests of his aptitude for practical life, thereby reinforcing what was inept (“my inability even today to make a cup of coffee”) and dreamily recalcitrant in his nature. “My habit of seeming slower, more maladroit, more stupid than I am, had its origin in such walks, and has the great attendant danger of making me think myself quicker, more dexterous, and shrewder than I am.” And from this stubbornness comes, “above all, a gaze that appears to see not a third of what it takes in."

Susan Sontag. “Under the Sign of Saturn.