Fasnacht Day

I come home from class this morning to find that it was Fasnacht day! I always forget it exists until it’s upon me.

In celebration of this wonderful holiday, here is this Haiku I wrote a long time ago which is one of the few pieces of my poetry I am willing to show to the world.

Fasnacht Day

I want a whole day

That revolves around donuts.

Happy Fasnacht day!

Happy Fasnacht Day everyone!!! 😀

~Catherine

Beautiful People~Zane and Jewel

Today I am doing Beautiful People, which is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time but haven’t done because I am not an ambitious person (my character flaw, everyone) and I couldn’t think of a good character to do. However, when reading through this post (which is focused on couples thanks to Valentine’s day), my OTP popped into my head and now I just have to do it about them.

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This is supposed to be a button. I hope it works

I would like to introduce to you Zane and Jewel. They’re not really from a WIP, although I

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{Pinterest bc I can’t draw well enough to do them justice}

have written a few one shots featuring them. They’re actually side characters from two projects in the same universe that I just decided would be stinking cute together, and they have since turned into my OTP.

1. How and why did they meet?

Zane was a sophomore in college when Jewel came to school and they both hung out in different circles, but they would see each other around campus or in class. However, the first time they spoke was the time Zane asked her out on a dare from his best friend.

2. What were their first impressions of each other?

Well, for Zane I know it was pretty much love at first sight (so cliche, I know). Jewel, going off the first time they spoke, saw him as awkward and adorable which are the probably the best adjectives to describe him.

3. How would they prove their love for each other?

Zane proves his love for Jewel by staying up late to talk with her (although he has been known to fall asleep around midnight, even in the middle of a sentence once), or watching a movie with her even when he sees that as a horrible way to spend time together. Jewel proves her love by giving him a hug or a kiss at random times, or forgoing a social gathering so they can hang out, even if that time is spent doing nothing.

4. What would be an ideal date?

Doing something they love together, whether it be taking a walk in the park, or going to the beach. They’d talk, mostly having deep conversations that can migrate into stupid little arguments over anything from grammar to whether the book was better than the movie.

5. Is there something they empathetically disagree on?

It would probably be theology. Jewel is a more of a charismatic Christian, while Zane is Presbyterian. They do have arguments about baptism, which might turn into a problem when they have kids, but they both are people willing to compromise, so I’m certain they’ll think of a way to make both of them happy.

6. List 5 “food quirks” they know about each other. (Ex: how they take their coffee, if they’re allergic to something, etc….and feel free to mention other non-food quirks!)

1. Zane doesn’t like the taste of coffee, but Jewel does. However, caffeine doesn’t work on her while it works on him, so college forced Zane into a coffee addiction.

2. Zane and his pal JJ love donuts, although Jewel introduced Zane to his favorite type of donut: Boston Creme.

3. Jewel is rather health conscious, and is incredible at coming up with innovative ways to eat gluten, sugar, and/or dairy free although she generally keeps it a secret from everyone.

4. They met in a coffee shop and meet there at least once a week and they chat about life and compare notes for their shared classes.

5. Zane’s hair is always sticking up in several directions because when he’s nervous he runs his hands through it.

7. What’s one thing they know about each other that no one else does?

Jewel knows about Zane’s family problems. He has a whole family with his mother and father happily married, and a few siblings, but he feels pressured to live up to their expectations, and thinks doing otherwise will bring their disappointment upon him. Jewel has a lot of private thoughts, despite being an open and outgoing person, but there are hardly any things that just Zane knows, for she also shares a lot of her deep and dark secrets with her friend group back home.

8. What’s one thing that they keep a secret from each other?

Jewel has a tendency to not talk about her family, so Zane knows little in regards to that part of her. Zane doesn’t usually keep secrets from her, so the only reason Jewel wouldn’t know something about him is if she doesn’t ask him about it.

9. How would their lives be different without each other?

Jewel: Without Zane, she probably would have gone the path that she went even when they were in a relationship. she would have graduated college, gained her teaching degree, and went on to work, although she might have wound up in a different career without his helpful advice. However, the main difference is that she probably would not have as much fun in her life. She’s not a pleasure seeker or anything, but Zane brought out her sense of humor and showed her an adventurous part of her. Without him, those would both remain deep inside of her.

Zane: Without Jewel, he also would probably have gone the same path of life with his career choices and everything, but without her, there are also parts of his personality which would have remained a secret. He would not have become as outgoing, or happy. Also, with Jewel’s influence, he probably would never have decided where he stood on multiple issues.

10. Where do they each see this relationship going?

Neither of them have a desire to date just “for fun”, so they are in this with long term views. However, both of them are reluctant to mention marriage because they are still young and don’t know how the other would respond, or their families. Sadly (for them) I am the only person who knows their future.

So that’s it! Thank you for reading. Let me know if you want me to ever share any of my writing with these two.

God bless!

Catherine

 

A Reluctant Gryffindor

 

I have only been in the Harry Potter fandom for a little over five months so, like a true fan, I decided I needed to know my Hogwarts house.

While reading the books, I fell in love with Hufflepuff. Everyone made fun of them, calling them stupid without any brains, and that made me feel sorry for them, and very defensive. Then we meet Cedric Diggory who is a true Hufflepuff with a sense for fairness, even though he’s competing against Harry in The Goblet of Fire, but also with ability, seeing as how well he succeeds in the Triwizard Tournament. After him, we also meet Tonks who is incredibly talented and fun (and made it onto my favorite character list).

I decided I belonged as a Hufflepuff because when faced with the choice between Bravery, Cunning, Knowledge, or Loyalty as a defining trait, Loyalty is my first choice. I’m not the greatest friend material, but I try, and I’m not exceptionally hard working either, but I try as well. Seeing as how the sorting hat doesn’t sort you just based on how you are but also on how you will be (how Neville came to be a Gryffindor), and also takes your opinion into consideration (the reason why Harry ended up in Gryffindor too), I was certain I was one.

Then I took one of those online sorting quizzes. Nothing official, since I didn’t want to make a pottermore account at the time, but it sorted me into Gryffindor. I was shocked because all my answers seemed to be far from the ‘brave’ option. When faced with a challenge, my initial reaction is to flee first and fight as a last resort.

Finally, a couple weeks ago, I finally decided I was going to try an official test. I created the account on Pottermore, and desperately hoped it would get me right.

Wrong.

Gryffindor_crest.pngI was sorted into Gryffindor again, and there was nothing I could do to change it.

Now, I know it’s just a test and Hogwarts isn’t real so I shouldn’t get too worked up about it, but it really got me to thinking. Everything happens for a reason, so what was my reason for being sorted into Gryffindor?

I thought I belonged in Hufflepuff. Their traits are Loyalty and Hard-working. I thought this was me because I wasn’t intelligent like a Ravenclaw (although I like books), or cunning like a Slytherin, or brave like a Gryffindor. I thought of all the times I was afraid to speak my mind, or all the times I was too scared to do something.

But then I remembered all the times I had done things I had been afraid to do.

Someone once told me that I was an inspiration to them by the way I tried to do things that were hard for me. The instance he was talking about was the time I was climbing a tree and failing miserably. I required assistance eventually to get into the tree, and assistance to get back down. I didn’t even realise that was me being brave by trying again and again.

Then another time, someone said I was ‘determined’. I was doing something I didn’t like to do, but refused to give up, even thought I was being physically challenged beyond anything I had done before.

Lastly, one of my fears is a very specific High Ropes Course. I did it once and swore I would never do it again, but a year later, I was the very first person to go on it (not of my own accord. It was my climbing buddy who volunteered to go first so I was dragged along). I did it, and still hated it, but the fact that I faced my fear now gives me encouragement.

There are so many other instances that I was reminded of while writing this that I will not bother to write down. But they caused me to realise:

I belong in Gryffindor. I am a reluctant Gryffindor, and probably will always be so because part of my heart is in Hufflepuff. But I know there are reasons that I need to be in this house.

Perhaps I need to be in Gryffindor because I require reminders that I am brave and persevering when I want to give up.

I need to be reminded that I am not something to be undermined and left ignored.

I need to remember what makes me strong, and not forget the people who showed me what I need to remember.

God causes all things to happen for a reason. Not only have I been sorted based upon how I am, but I have also been sorted upon who I can be.

And technically I’ll be able to punch someone for saying mean things about a Hufflepuff, because that’s what Gryffindors do:D

Movie Review: Sing

Hello folks and welcome to my first movie review on this site! I wasn’t planning on reviewing this movie (I wasn’t even planning on seeing this movie) but since I have several strong opinions after watching this, I might as well share them.

Sing is a children’s movie, and I agreed to see it because I do have a high love and respect for movies in this genre, especially after re
cent successes like Zootopia, or Inside Out. It is a cute story about a koala with big dreams who is trying to bring his theater back to popularity with a singing competition. 

Notes: I will try to keep this review spoiler free. Also, I don’t remember character names from just hearing them, so there might be a few characters referred to by completely incorrect names.

What I liked

-the world. I love anthropomorphic animal societies and my initial thought was that this was going to be like Zootopia, but it was unique in its own way.

-I love the main character, Mr. Moon. This is surprising Image result for sing the moviebecause I do not usually like the main characters, but this koala basically stole my heart. Ever since he was a little kid, he has loved the theater, and the movie starts off with him wallowing in the problems of accumulated failure. The bank is at his throat, his previous patrons will not sponsor his shows, and he doesn’t know what to do. However, unlike most characters in this situation, he is not a scrooge character: borrowing money left and right, swindling his friends, penny pinching, forgetting his childhood dreams…etc. Instead, his dreams are big like his heart, and he decides to put on a singing competition with a monetary reward, hoping to draw in the crowds and restore his theater’s fame. He’s incredibly nice to the other characters, and inspires them to keep going and invests in their talent.

-I love the main message. This movie shows people that they can achieve their dreams at any age, in any situation of life. The motley crew of characters consists of everything from an angsty teenage porcupine, to a motherly pig with twenty-five children (#relatable). They follow their dreams of singing, they discover what they excel at, they improve as characters, and they conquer their fears.

-Most of the characters. I love Rosita and her desire to sing despite raising her twenty-five piglets, Meena and her totally relatable stage fright, Ash and her desire to be a singer and songwriter despite her controlling boyfriend, Johnny and his dreams conflicting with his desire to please his father, and the iguana lady just for being endearing with all her quirks (and I love Moon’s relationship with her). 1481710815_sing-movie.png

However, sadly, the cons outweigh the pros.

What I absolutely did not like

-The. Mouse. I WANT TO MURDER THIS CHARACTER LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE!

*spoilers begin. Read at your own risk*

I. HATE. THE. MOUSE. I do not remember his name and I do not wish to because I want to forget that he even existed. I am usually a loving and understanding person, especially
when it comes to less than perfect characters. But, after watching this movie I came home and said with absolute conviction that I would murder that mouse with my bare hands if he even so much as came a mile near me. He was a JERK from his first scene to his last scene. He starts off playing his saxophone on a staircase, his case open. Someone generous throws a penny into his case. The Mouse reaches to grab the penny and indignantly yells “A Penny? This is it?” (that might not actually be what he said, but that’s the gist).

In the end, he makes the very nice monkey (I think it was a monkey) turn out his pockets and practically robs him of a large sum of money, just because he believes he’s entitled to everything based on his skills. Then while in the competition, he hears everyone else singing and is constantly yelling at them and tells Meena the elephant that she has no talent (although he hasn’t heard her sing), so he decides that the competition money is as

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good as his and buys a fancy car and a membership to a nightclub, gets a girlfriend, and basically wreaks havoc. In the end, the only reason why he decides to participate in the competition(when there was no prize money offered) was because he wanted to prove that he was better than Rosita and Gunter.

*end spoilers*

-Failed storytelling. Stories are very hard to write. Any writer knows this. I try not to pass judgement on other stories because I know I could not do better. However, I know there were several things lacking which could have very easily been fixed. Basically: THE STINKING MOUSE’S REDEMPTION STORY. He had SO MUCH POTENTIAL TO TURN GOOD!! Think about it: he’s rude in the beginning. A good story would have that change when he realizes that other people have talent too. He’s incredibly greedy and surrounds himself with things that make him feel good. He should have had a moment where he loses everything and realizes he’s been doing everything wrong the entire time. I KNOW DOING THINGS LIKE THAT IS TOTALLY CLICHE BUT BETTER CLICHE THAN NARCISSISM! This movie completely decided to ignore his potential by making him a rude narcissistic rodent in the beginning, and an even ruder narcissistic rodent in the end, and I do not use the term “narcissism” lightly, folks. THIS IS NOT GOOD STORYTELLING, PEOPLE!!!

-Another complaint is that they did not have a message against lawlessness. Johnny, the singing gorilla, is part of this gang led by his dad and a bunch of other gorillas. It is apparent that he doesn’t want to be in the gang, but it isn’t because he thinks it’s wrong, it’s because he wants to sing. He doesn’t seem to ever learn that stealing is wrong, although he does have a wonderful character that makes it into my pros list.

-And a very tiny insignificant reason: I did not like the songs they chose. They sang popular songs that I don’t like. They sang Firework (don’t like it), Shake It Off (hate that song), and Call Me Maybe (hate that song too), and at the rehearsal Johnny sang All of Me (love that song) but he didn’t sing it in the end performance although they sing Shake It Off in the rehearsal too and it makes it into the end show. Why? And they also sing part of Hallelujah, but don’t sing that for the end performance either. Although, I shouldn’t really be complaining. I’m the one with weird tastes in music.

In conclusion

This movie gets a three out of five star rating (from me).

It could have been a four except for the FREAKING EVIL MOUSE and the otherwise butchered storytelling. However, its main redeeming quality is the overall message (not the submessage about lawlessness) and Moon, who is just my favorite koala ever.

If you’re looking for a good kids’ movie with anthropomorphic animals, Zootopia is your best option, or the Redwall movie/tv shows.

Quest for the Fire Eyes pt. 2

Okay, I am not planning on making this story into a serial. I’m actually planning on publishing it (starting small so I can test the waters, as it were) so I don’t want to necessarily put it all on here. However, I will be giving you guys a little more so as to make you give me money when I finally publish it so as to satiate your desire to finish be nice and …generous…

haha. I am actually doing this because I really have nothing else to do. I’m in the process of participating in a group project for my Psychology class (look at me. taking a college course. I’m so grown up), and we only have two weeks to prepare, and now the presentation is coming up in two days. Hashtag this is causing me a lot of stress. I just cant take the time writing something profound or exciting.

So instead of me talking about boring things like my artistic endeavors or my complaints with the world, you get some more Quest for the Fire Eyes. Just after I stop all this talking.


Emera knew it was silly to insist that the bird was real. No one believed her. She knew Korin was kind, and did not mention to her the fact the he thought her imagination was wild, and because he was her friend, he also kept his opinions to himself and did not gossip like the other staff at the castle. Her father had dismissed these visions as a fancy of the young vixens mind.

Emera was now thirteen years old. Every season since her fourth spring, the bird had appeared. She knew it was the same bird because of the way it looked at her. It never talked, although the look in its eyes proved ||| it could, and Emera was merely waiting for the moment when it would speak.

When she was not sitting under the tree waiting for the bird, Emera was off attending to her studies or she was pestering Korin.

Korin was a simple palace guard, oft absent from his duties as his services were rendered unto the princess. Emera treated him as a big brother almost as often as her best friend. She confided in him and was constantly following him around. He was sixteen years her elder.

Emera was in the garden one afternoon, stretched out upon the low wall between the garden and the courtyard. She looked downwards at a climbing plant with bright flowers in a trumpet shape. The star pattern inside set it apart and made it her favorite. She loved the stars. The vole gardener, Marty, had said it was a Morning Glory. She had almost tripped over him while she inspected the blossoms a couple seasons ago. Voles were usually much smaller than foxes, thus explaining her clumsiness. She often didn’t pay much attention to where she was going.

Emera was bored. The flowers could only do so much to lift her spirits. The fall breeze made her sleepy, but she could not sleep. She wanted to explore, but she had already travelled every single corridor in the castle, climbed every tree in the courtyard, and smelled every flower in the garden. She wanted to do something exciting.

An idea rushed into her head, taking only a moment for her to label it as a good one. She jumped up and raced to find Korin.

Korin was on duty, and Emera found him right outside the door to the throne room. “Korin!” She exclaimed breathlessly. “Can you take me to the town?”

Korin shushed her, then looked at her curiously. “Why do you want to go there?”

“I’ve explored everything in and around the Castle. I’m tired of it! I’ve looked out upon the town from the windows, but I want to go out there and actually experience it and explore!”

“You will have to ask your father.” Korin replied, his voice much softer than the princess’s.

“He wouldn’t mind so long as you are with me.” Emera looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

“Your majesty, would you allow me to finish one shift without having any interruptions? The captain doesn’t take too kindly to my absent records.”

“Oh. I am sorry,” Emera apologized, her face falling into a frown. Korin had become much more critical of her antics now that she was older. “Will you take me after your shift if father says yes?”

“I would be honored.” Korin replied.

Emera scampered off, hopeful because of his promise. She spent this time waiting in the castle, exploring the halls some more, even though she knew them by heart, although she usually confined this exploration to rainy days when she could not be out in the garden, or pestering Korin. At one point she had found a picture of her mother. It was a full length portrait in a hall lined with paintings of ancestors gone by, none of which she recognized. Her mother looked regal, her dark fur sleek, and blue eyes bright. She was a rare beauty. “The only fox in all of our kingdom with a pelt that color,” her father had explained once when they stood looking at the picture together. The queen in the portrait wore a golden circlet upon her head. A green stone was set in the front. Emera always got the feeling that her mother was looking at her with those radiant eyes. She had never known her mother, and this picture felt like the only connection between them. “I’m going exploring with Korin today,” she told her mother, as she stood before the portrait once more.

Her mother did not answer, but Emera did not care. She skipped off.

Emera kept on returning to the throne room door to see if Korin was done. Finally, his shift ended, around the fifth time Emera checked on him. “Let’s go let’s go let’s go!” Emera said.

“Remember, only if he says yes,” Korin replied, hoping she hadn’t forgotten about asking permission.

Emera dashed out of the wide doors and across the courtyard which was dim in the evening light. She always knew where her father was at this time of night. He kept to a regular schedule, and was predictable in almost everything he did. That was why she was scared that her father would not give her permission. Emera slid through another door at the other end of the courtyard, ran down a hall, and skidded to ||| a halt in front of an ornate mahogany door, and discreetly knocked, her heart beating quickly, a little nervous at facing her father.

“Come in,” the king invited, his voice muffled by the door, but still discernible.

Emera entered the room, while Korin remained behind, although she left the door open for when he decided to follow her.

The king stood in the massive library, a book held between his fingers. He turned and beheld his only child, closing the book and placing it on a nearby table. He looked old. His muzzle was snowy white, and his ruddy fur was taking on a roan color. His eyes were loving and sad, but a smile greeted his daughter. Despite his attempts to appear happy, joy was not in his smile, and that made Emera feel sorry for him.

“Father,” Emera began, pushing aside her feelings. “Would you permit me to go into town?”

“What would you do there?” The king inquired, his face betraying no surprise, although this was the first time Emera had ever spoken of visiting the village.

“Look around, see what life is like outside this castle,” Emera answered, hopeful for his approval.

King Ellon sighed. “Are you still seeing the birds?”

“The bird,” Emera corrected. “Yes father. But that has nothing to do with—

“No, Emera I think it would be best for you to remain here until you are old enough.”

“But I would not be going alone!” she protested. “I would take Korin with me. He’s already agreed.”

Are you certain you can trust him?” Ellon inquired, his worried expression at the talk of the bird fading into a smile.

“Why do you doubt it?” Emera replied, catching the teasing In her fathers tone, barely able to suppress a grin of her own.

“I guess you could go then,” Ellon replied, reopening his book.

“Thank you father!” Pure joy flooded her face ,”I’ll get Korin and we can go right now!”

“Whoa!” Ellon cautioned, drawing his eyes away from his book at this rash decision by his daughter. “it is quite late out and there would be nothing to see. Wait until tomorrow.”

“But Korin will be on duty tomorrow!” Emera pointed out, suddenly crestfallen at this turn of events.

“I can give him a day off.”

“But the captain of the guard will surely fire him!” Emera cast a glance back at her friend, suddenly scared that her decision to go out had cost him his employment.

“I’ll see to it that he won’t, her father promised.

“Thank you!” Emera curtseyed where she stood, then exited the room, shutting the door behind her.

She decided to make up for lost time by deciding what she was going to do on the morrow.


okay, I hope you guys liked that. 🙂 I know this scene doesn’t really further the plot, although it leads up to one that does. It might eventually go as I rewrite this story.

Thank you for reading and let me know what you thought of it!