Questions from Fandom journal, as answered by Layla Williams of Sky High(a free loving, hippie sidekick, with hero powers-Florakinesis, the ability to affect any flora and fauna in the world, but a lemon. She is so powerful, that she can make a rain forest in her living room. Layla speaks up for the every man, for the put upon, for the down trodden, she rails against the establishment and loves, takes in those without conditions or their status.) First person examples:
Pet Peeves1) Watching my friends get kicked around because they are considered a lower class of citizen.
2) Bullies.
3) Jerks!
3a) Men who turn into jerks because of a woman or who act like jerks to be dark and mysterious.
4) Antiquated systems of living:
A)The government: the Amendments could use a good modernization.
B)The prison system: inmates are people and yes, they have committed crimes. I have chosen a life path that mainly puts criminals in prison...HOWEVER! Treating them like animals, overcrowding, rape, racial separation, bullying, abuse, authoritative abuse just upsets me.
C) My school. People should be deemed what they are...heroes. It is their actions, their nobility, their character that makes them what they are...not some antiquated system of sidekicks and heroes due to ones abilities, nor is it the actions of the parental units that dictate what a person is to become because that road can only be paved by you. Yes, I am looking at you Stronghold and Peace.
5) Gwen Greyson, no it's Sue Tenny...No wait, it is Royal Pain: Someone needs to become a Royal Pain in her keister and I will be more then willing to strap on a pair of Warren's steel toed combat boots to do the job, just once. AKA see Bullies and Jerks!
6) Labels.
7) The overturning of Roe v. Wade: Now, I do not condone nor do I feel contempt for any soul who finds themselves in a predicament that leaves them being too young, too feeble, too poor, too unready. There is nothing sadder then a cycle of violence and neglect. If you cannot do it, you cannot. I'd prefer adoption, but some people don't see themselves being able to give that child up once they've seen it. I'd go with adoption first. Set up a good chain of support and love. Then again this world is not perfect, people do not always act as they should. To see a woman or a girl give birth and then to just turn around and kill it, keep it and neglect it, or harm it for the rest of its natural born life. No! I'd prefer that couples, woman, people have a choice. Choices are the most important device you could ever have at your fingertips. Support going hand in hand.
8) The government: Believing that they have the right, the audacity to tell me what to do, listen to what I have to say against my will, photograph me just in case, govern my reading materials, red flag my choices, hold me hostage as a citizen of the United States of America.
9) Rude and conceited Americans: True, we have more then what we rightfully should have and we press the rest of the planets face in our business every chance we get.
10) Gay bashing: Why? What does this serve the basher? I do realize that as a society we have bred a cycle of violence and propaganda. Hurt, kill, beat up all that is different then what we are trained to be. There is no room to just be what we are, who we are... I accept all races, creeds, colors, inclinations and freedoms that we so vehemently cry for and yet we so vehemently hurt for...as a race we truly are mixed up.
11) Fanatics and Fanaticism. Albeit religious, racial or sexual.
For now, I do think this is all I have to say. The mood might take me and I may add to the list. I believe in peace, love and understanding. What I truly believe in... more than anything is that people have the right to believe in what they want, do what they want, be what they want. We are diverse, we are who we are and we have the right to find our path.
20 questions:Was it the fact that I had special abilities that led me to helping others? Or was it something deep down inside of me that drives me to want to help?
I do believe that abilities or not, especially ones that made me so good at being able to aide people I would always want to help people to thrive, to survive and to learn how best to take care of themselves so that the world is not consumed in this terrifying and often painful cycle of destruction. No matter what I possess that could help me nurture the world, the fact remains that it is people who need to begin to help themselves or they will wind up destroying the world on their own. I want to be the backbone of the new frontier that leads the 21st century into a green and clean lifestyle.
Guilty pleasuresI am not sure if I really even have that many guilty pleasures. Well may be a few.
1) Vampire, Werewolf, Changeling and Zombie literature: Even though most of them are extremely puerile in nature, I love and adore most of the all action, lots of excess carnal frivolity and you can read them in less then a day. Authors include: Laurell K. Hamilton, Anne Rice, Poppy Z. Brite. They are not exceedingly hard to read and contain little to no academic quality to them, but they sure help brighten up my day.
2) There is this one restaurant that makes a killer Vegan Peach Pie.
3) Kinninnack lemon cookies. Gluten free, yeast free, whey free. Lemony goodness. I always have problems with Lemons but gosh do I love the taste.
4) Kissing a specific blond person who happens to be a very sweet, intelligent and nice young man.
5) I'm not violent by any mien, but my Dad works for Sports Illustrated for kids, wears the pain on his face, has the big foamy hand with a finger declaring his team is number one and he has gotten me into sports. Hockey is a very entertaining, if not violent game.
6) Honeysuckle- I have fresh strands of it in my locker, I put it on my shampoo, my conditioner, my soap. All are vegan friendly and I extract the scent myself.
7) Aromatherapy- The scents pick up my spirits, help heal my woes and sorrows. Just the science behind it is amazing and I enjoy it intensely. Even if people don't give it much merit.
8) That 70's show- I love Fez and even though Jackie started out as this arrogant, b*tchy, annoying little girl, she's grown as a character and on me.
9) Star Wars Monopoly. I love Monopoly and I love Star Wars this invention was perfection.
10) Walking on the beach, collecting shells and feeling the waves crash against you legs.
Wow, this came out to more then just a few and I am sure I have more, but I cannot think along the lines of pleasure being guilty by any means.
Last Twenty DollarsOh well, gosh...My last twenty dollars, ever? Hmmm, this is a tough question because there are people out there way more in need then little old me. See, I have this neat way to be able to feed myself for the rest of my natural born life. So, I would not need it for sustenance of any kind. I am very astute when it comes to plant matter and the woods. So, I could always find some type of herb to help with pain and anything of that ilk, oh and hygiene. I mean back in the time that Shakespeare walked the earth the upper-class citizens would cut a piece of wood into a slanted tip and use that to clean their teeth. Apply water and spit, your mouth is as clean as it would be if you were to use a toothbrush and paste. I can just find some mint to chew on, which would freshen my breath and help with indigestion.
Hmmm, I am finding this exceedingly difficult to answer. I suppose I would buy the clothing essentials like undergarments and socks. I don't really care about fashion, so the same clothing year in and out would not bother me in the least. As long as I had plenty of needles and thread to darn any holes in my clothing(made of natural materials of course), I'll be just fine in that department. I can make myself a 'lean-to' to live under, a sleeping bag purchased from a thrift store, aired out, washed and fumigated would be best for sleeping in. I can make a fire pit for warmth and to cook with, so long as I can supply myself with dry wood and dry kindling. I would bring my guitar with me for entertainment. So something to write in with a supply of pens and pencils would be necessary to write thoughts and new songs down inside.
So, let me calculate what would be a necessity and what wouldn't? Undergarments, a few notebooks, pens and pencils, guitar strings and a few packs of undergarments and socks, plus a cheap sleeping bag purchased from a thrift store. That would probably be a whopping $10.00 dollars bar minimum.
So what would I do with the remaining funds? I would take them and donate $5.00 dollars to a 'Save the Rainforest' association. Then, I could find a soup kitchen and take the remaining funds and buy them as many cans of soup, broth, gravy and sugar and flour that the $5.00 dollars would allow. Considering these are staples in anyone's kitchen they would probably make at least three filling lunches or dinners for a decent number of people,(I would donate raw veggies and fruits for free).
That is what I would do with my twenty dollars, should it be the last twenty dollars I ever see while I live out my existence on planet earth.
PrideWhat am I most proud of?
Well, first and foremost I am proud of my friends, they work super hard at what they do and they don't lose face, they don't lose their heads or their personalities. They do not believe they need to be treated like Gods just because of what and who they are.
I am proud of Lucas, for taking a messed up situation like his heart condition and his inability to not be able to play Basketball by switching it around for the positive. He wrote a book and found another part of his dream, his love for Literature. He showed the world that you can change your life and move forward and not fall behind. He showed others like him that you can still do what you love(even at a minimum)and love it with all of your heart, he showed people you don't have to give up your dreams you just need to learn how to tweak them for the better. Coaching Basketball is just as amazing, you are taking your skill set, your tricks and teaching others all that you've learned. Plus, you still get to pour in all the love of the sport that you possess and you pass that spark along to others.
A love letter to her lover, Lucas Scott, One Tree Hill.Dearest Lucas:
I wish I could sit down at my computer and compose a literary masterpiece, a haiku, even a Heavy Metal rocker's power ballad to all things that are truly epic and all things Lucas Scott.
I wish I could find the right words to tell you how your hair shines like it was coated in diamond dust and this was the gods own doing...so they bring forth the sun every single day just to illicit choirs of birds who sing the praises of your beautifully shiny hair and how when the sun hits it the right way it truly sparkles.
I wish I could color the most beautiful picture of your eyes alone, I wish I could find the right paint, the right Crayola color that matches the breathtaking beauty of your blue eyes.
I wish I was in the heaven's the day you were born and it was me who sculpted that beautiful face and learned how to put those dimples in just the right place that frame the most perfect and soft lips. A pretty pink bow on a glorious package.
I wish I could compose a waltz or a piano concerto that went into the many amazing facets of your mind, your soulful intelligence, your compassionate smile, your glorious form.
Your beautiful hands and their long fingers, calloused fingers and soft skin caress me and shape me into a woman, you play me like an instrument and you illicit such beauty inside of me that it truly blows my mind.
I am not that poetic, that soulful, that grandiose...but you, Lucas Scott shape me and help me realize that I can be all of those things and more. I could be a fairytale princess if I listened to the way you talk to me and speak of me. The fair maiden who lost her glass slipper at the end of the ball. Right when the clock strikes 12 and my carriage turns into a pumpkin and my clothes turn into rags. Those days do not matter, because in your arms I am that fairytale princess.
You are anything and everything I have ever wanted in a mate and more. You are my best friend, my confidant, my soul on a black day, the light to my darkness, the seeds that I plant in the earth. You never mock me, never scold me, you never tear me down or beat me up. You lift me higher then I ever imagined I could go.
All these reasons and more do I wish that I were the poet, the master painter, the maestro.
Even though I am not any of these things I will try my hardest to show you, to tell you, to enlighten you to just how much you mean to me, how beautiful you are and how much you make me the better person.
I am so much better for knowing you, even if it was only for one shining moment of my life or for a lifetime. You are my world, my heart, my soul and my life. If you ever wonder if I care for you, if you ever doubt me in anyway...read this letter and try and pull forth the love and spirit that I have poured into this letter.
I love you always and all ways.
Love,
Layla.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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032. Sunlight , First Person Example, Harmony Kendall.
I miss it, the golden rays on my skin. Outside on the school grounds cheering and jumping around, the air pumping fire into my lungs, or family barbecues on the beach when I was six. We'd take the family boat out to one of the nicer beaches and then Daddy would go to the grill. We'd have roasted meats, vegetables and drink lemonade and I would lay in the sun, covered in the scent of coconut and pineapple, a book laying open next to Mom, blankets half covered in fine white sand, it would stick to our thighs. Even as I got older, my friends and I would go to the mall in the early mornings on a Saturday, then hit the beach by mid afternoon, play volleyball, lay and sleep in the sun, then boogie board or surf and swim.
When I was eighteen that all changed. I couldn't see the sun anymore because it would burn. Consume my flesh, like the grill my Dad used consumed the meats he was cooking. I had to live and adapt to the night. Many days I just wished to walk out into the sun and I could have done that with the Ring. The Ring of Amara, the one I wore the time Spike staked me and tried to kill me. That was the turning point for me and my hatred, the day I turned away from being sunshine and into being evil. Now, I am here, in Lythenia. So wet and dark all the time. Yet, I don a bikini and head out to the beach when I can to swim. People must think I am nuts but I don't care! I supplement the Moon for the Sun now. Basking in its silvery glow. It is not the same. My skin doesn't warm, my breathing is no longer on fire, my skin is pale as snow and not golden like it used to be. I miss sunlight. I was willing to give into once, just for a kiss from you. Not that I wanted to die, just that I so desperately wanted to have you want to touch your lips to mine. Instead, you saved me, rushed me home and protected me. My hero, my white knight, my sunshine. I will always remember that day, the day you accepted I was not human and yet you kept with me anyway.
I miss the sunlight, I miss having it warm my skin, the way my breath would come into my lungs like fire, and even when I closed my eyes the white light would pierce the delicate flesh but I was at home.
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