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We're up all night to the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to analyze the Spanish Inquisition as a tool of the monarchy
Picking out random numbers. 10, 16, 37, 48, 65
10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? Dunno. Most of my past relationships haven’t lasted very long (i.e not longer than a month). Honestly, at the moment I really just want to focus on my platonic relationships, with my friends and family because I feel like they bring me so much more comfort than romantic relationships.
16: Do you believe in “love at first sight”? No. Love is something that happens once you get to know the personality and soul of a person, not just their physical appearance.
37: What’s more important: Looks or personality? As cliché as it sounds, personality. If someone has a fantastic personality, it can come to be how one sees them.
48: What’s your favorite love song? Bird of a Feather by The Civil Wars
65: Would you consider yourself a “cuddler”? Oh hell yes.
Even though being single isn't exactly fantastic, and I whine a lot, I do think platonic love is more important than romantic. Maybe I won't feel that way by the time I'm married, but right now friendship is actually what's keeping me going. My schedule seems like it's going to be super busy, and there's no way in hell I'd make it through a single day if it weren't for my close friends. I dunno why I'm rambling about this; the past 2 weeks have been full of love from both my friends at home, and my friends at college. I would much rather have the group of friends that I do now than a serious romantic relationship (even if it was a girl who liked dragons). I've just felt very loved recently, and reminded about how much people care for me, and it feels like being cuddled by warm thoughts. Thank you guys.
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You okay?
I could be doing better probably. I'm just trying to figure out how exactly to deal with a problem facing me. Thank you for your concern though, I'm sure I'll be alright.
Jaeger Pilots - Enda POV
The first time I met my two drift partners, I was about to fight them. It's not as dramatic as it sounds. None of us were on opposite sides, in fact, the fight was to see whether or not we were even drift compatible in the first place. I had watched the other potential drift partners fight them in the kwoon, but neither Katrin nor Morigan seemed satisfied with the twitchy potentials they went up against. We had all been tested, yes, but there was a lack of confidence that was needed to fit in with those two.
I personally was excited. I had heard much about the pair from the scientists during the tests. A team that when they first started drifting didn't get along at all, but once they got into a fight, hoo boy were they a team to be reckoned with. First kill with each other in under half an hour. I guess it's something about the adrenaline that brought them together, but it did so with a bang. The Marshall called out 'hajime' and the dance started. And it was. A dance, I mean. The three of us clicked in a way I haven't ever felt. I had a partner that I drifted with just fine, but Ching and I didn't have the same connection that I did with Katrin and Morigan.
I had first gotten into the Jaeger program because I was honestly very bored with my life, and c'mon, giant robots fighting huge monsters! I've always been an adrenaline junkie, skydiving and bungee jumping, occasionally BASE jumping and even once HALO jumping, so this just seemed like the next step. And I fit right in. Ching and I met in Jaeger Academy and she and I really balanced each other out. Where she was energetic, I was a calmer influence, though she definitely had more patience than I did. I signed up for the multi-Drift experiment after Ching decided that being a Jaeger pilot wasn't for her. It didn't have enough freedom and she was a very crafty person who liked to make others happy. She decided to drop out and start making art so that people could enjoy something beautiful in the suddenly dark world that we inhabited.
My first impression of Katrin and Morigan was that they were gorgeous. And intense. The two had a very dark, gothic look going on, Katrin definitely more so than Morigan, but still. I immediately liked them both. I liked how well we fit together even better. I described the fight earlier as a dance, and it truly was. I lost all sense of time in the fight, only focusing on the strikes of the two women, dodging and weaving between them and landing hits.
Two hours later, we stepped into the pair's Jaeger, named Whiskey Tango, though lovingly known as Whiskey. Even knowing that we were very drift compatible, I was still nervous. Statistically, the three partner Drift should work, and even lessen the neural load that each pilot carried. But that's statistics, not real life. Things go wrong. Shit happens. We figured out the positioning, which ended up being Katrin being at the left (having a less than ideal right wrist), Morigan in the back and me at the right. The scientist proceeded to go through the bullshit that we had all heard before, and he only shut up after the Marshall asked if we were ready to proceed.
We dropped, an amazing feeling, and only a few seconds later the Drift came to life. It was like free falling, like flying down a mountain, all while wrapped in the feeling of hugs smelling of perfume and alcohol and laughter. Everything was whirling around, memories being accepted into my head until I had everything of the others inside myself and it dulled to a hum in the back of my mind.
I opened my eyes and experienced the most amazing feeling. I was home.
And my home was ready to kick ass.
Connected to this post. She wrote it earlier today while I was in exams and I came out to a lovely piece of prose and was inspired to write something for the first time in a very long time.
Selfie of me and mah girlfriends (girlfiends).
STAND TALL FOR THE BEAST OF AMERICA.
"Cause there's the click-clack and then there's the stomp-stomp."
Me describing the two different ways you can walk in heels after hearing a girl stomp down the hall in hers.
My head is saying "Do something to clean up this room before your roomie gets back because it looks like a disaster area."
My heart is saying "Watch ALL the Supernatural!"
Plus the other half of my head is saying "I need her to help me deal with moving the furniture and stuff anyways..."
So....
I guess Supernatural it is then?