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Life as We Know It
2010, Romance/Comedy, 1h 53m
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Katherine Heigl and Josh Duhamel make a charming couple with plenty of chemistry, but that isn’t enough to make up for Life as We Know It‘s formulaic plot and poorly written script. Read critic reviews
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When the asteroid first appears in the sky, however, the mood quickly changes to one of panic. The asteroid is denser than scientists had predicted and the collision knocks the moon off kilter, forcing it closer to Earth. The impacts are immediate, even if Miranda doesn’t know the full extent of them because cell service and cable channels stop working.
But in the weeks that follow, electricity continues to be unreliable, gas prices skyrocket, and the grocery stores remain bare. By the time Matt returns home from college and the school year ends, food shortages have become severe enough that classmates squabble over who will get Miranda’s friend Megan ’s lunchtime peanut butter sandwich. Megan, like other congregants at the local Reverend Marshall ’s church, has decided to fast and pray in response to the disasters.
Instead of things going back to normal, the outages escalate—as do the temperatures and the incidents of rare illness. The tides and tsunamis also haven’t stopped, and one morning Miranda wakes up to a grim, gray sky—the result of the ash cloud from dramatic worldwide volcanic eruptions.
Miranda, Matt, and Laura all cut back to two meals a day, then decide to skip an additional meal every other day. They don’t share this plan with Jonny, however, because at thirteen years old, they think he’s too young to cut back more on meals. And, Miranda realizes, he is the one her mother is betting on to survive if they can’t all make it. She resents her mother for this, despite the fact that Laura is eating even less than the amount they agreed upon.
When their heating oil runs out the Evanses move into their sunroom, which has a wood stove. Miranda chafes under the lack of privacy and continued lack of food. A pair of old cross country skis is found in the attic and Matt, Jonny, and Miranda all take turns training on them. Laura, who has limited mobility due to a twice-sprained ankle, does not. Matt and Miranda discuss how the last person alive will use them to leave.
When Jonny, Laura, and Matt all begin to run fevers and are too weak to leave their mattresses, Miranda skis to the hospital for help. The building is deserted except for two nurses who explain that everyone else is dead—including Peter, Laura’s boyfriend. Miranda adds him to the list of deaths she’s endured, which now includes Mrs. Nesbitt and her friend Megan, who chose to starve to death as a sign of her religious faith.
Slowly, under Miranda’s care, Jonny and Laura recover. Matt does too, but he seems permanently weakened, and they fear that he strained his heart helping Miranda care for the other two while still sick.
In late February electricity begins to reappear sporadically for a few minutes at a time. The news reports are still much the same: lists of the dead, natural disasters, famines, droughts, and illnesses. In mid-March, with food supplies dangerously low, Miranda realizes that her whole family is not going to survive, and they can all starve to death slowly, or she can give Matt and Jonny a fighting chance.
The novel ends on Miranda’s birthday, with her celebrating the fact that there’s food in the pantry, her family is alive and together, and with the hopeful assertion that she’s writing this journal not to chronicle her life for those who outlive her, but for herself, for a time when things look better than they are now.
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life as we know it by yolock
Fandoms: Supernatural
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The first time Dean and Castiel ever agree on something happens when when their shared best friend Kelly asks them to be the godparents for her baby.
Being a godparent is mostly babysitting occasionally and buying gifts on birthdays, but then Kelly dies on a car accident, leaving her three year old son Jack with no one but his godparents to take care of him. Despite not liking each other at all, the two men take the responsibility left for them on paper, and find themselves on a situation neither of them had prepared for, co-parenting a three year old.
As they learn to take care of a toddler together, they learn a lot about themselves and about each other. It’s definitely not an easy ride, but it eventually leads to something neither of them saw coming: a family.
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Holly and Eric were set up on a blind date by their friends, Peter and Allison who are married. After Peter and Allison are killed in an accident, they learn that they have been named as the guardians to Peter and Allison’s daughter, Sophie. So they move into their house and try their best to honor their friends’ wishes. But raising a child puts a crimp on their style and they don’t exactly get along.
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Nouns
There’s an andouille-sausage thing going on, so you’ll love it.
Oh, no BPAs. Sippy cups, any plastics. You don’t want those chemicals.
The sun sees no moonbeam
. then hit the fadeaway jumper?
She’s gonna blow if you keep doing that. She’s in a puking phase.
But she does have this protrusion on her stomach.
Your caseworker from Social Services.
And what do you do? You bake scone for a living?
I’m a weirdo
Greg, ready that cutaway. Roll it.
You could’ve left me your pearls or YSL clutch.
You know, I hate this place. It’s like a mausoleum in here.
The helmet. It’s lame. I want something with thunderbolt on it.
Verbs
. I see no reason to countermand the parents’ wishes.
You know what it’s like to be outranked by «cup,» «pool,» and «giraffe»?
I asked you to stall her, Messer, not traumatize her.
. and if I’m even a minute late, they will redecorate my waiting room, again.
If we’re gonna live here, we have to stop tiptoe around.
Oh, my God. Could you step away? You reek of baby puke.
How else do you think I snagged Miss Pennsylvania here?
You can take it off now. We all know about the receding hairline.
I had rehearsed this whole thing in my mind.
I gotta reschedule. I’m sorry. I need to get to the airport.
Come on, it’ll help us stave off glaucoma.
. when the boss gets kicked upstairs or gets pinched with a tranny hooker.
That entitle you to 2 percent of profits.
. Alison and I like to relive our youth.
Oh, trust me, Janine, we will not be complicating anything with that.
You know, I broke my back when I was 17. I was almost paralyzed.
Adverbs
You take Sophie. I’ll clean upstairs, you clean downstairs.
Okay. Okay. All right. All right, we’re halfway there, Walter.
. when the boss gets kicked upstairs or gets pinched with a tranny hooker.
Anyway, I’m also hoping someday to have my own frozen-food line.
— pass inbound. Stolen by Bibby to Smith underneath.
I know we got it backwards.
I was technically awake.
So you honestly think we’re the best thing for her?
. and presently not engaged in a relationship.
Of course it’s not wet, but you think it doesn’t smell for days afterwards?
Until that time, I hereby grant joint legal and physical custody.
Well, that was Peter. I hardly even knew him then.
She’s gotta pay back somehow. Isn’t that right?
Hopefully before you’re 2.
It’s okay. Doesn’t feel right to take it anymore.
Adjectives
Well, I know that you can’t open a childproof drawer.
I gave up everything to play this frigging part.
We can’t afford to be snobby. It’s our biggest event.
The fost family she was with will bring her to CPS.
Big cushy chair, new monitors. Drinks are in the fridge.
She was just so fun and easygoing, you know?
Ooh. Look at her. Frisky kitty.
You were told we’d be making a few unannounced visits.
They’re always out of milk and don’t carry unscented wipes.
We’re expanding. New flooring, I’m thinking hexagonal tile.
It’s simple, it’s understated, it’s.
Oh, good morning, Mr. Messer. I hope this isn’t too inconvenient a time.
Is this the pace we’re gonna keep up? It’s a little brisk.
Sophie’s got an umbilical hernia.
Oh, I’m on a freaking motorcycle!
If you wanted to ensure that this wasn’t gonna be a lousy night, here’s a tip:
Life as We Know It
-Messer. Yeah. everybody caIIs me Messer.
-WeII. it’s nice to finaIIy meet you. Messer.
But I just finished getting ready.
and AIison said it was your m.o.. so.
-Peter said you’d probabIy say something.
-Ha. ha. Oh. did he? Oh. okay.
Yeah. Iet’s get some dinner.
I’m super hungry. It’s been Iike an hour.
HOLLY:
Do I hear you just moved to AtIanta.
MEDDER:
Yep.
-How Iong have you known Pete for?
We were in a sorority together.
I promise I won’t read into it.
-I’m not reaIIy dressed for 40-miIe-an-hour—
for 40-miIe-an-hour winds.
You know. I don’t even think
I couId reaIIy get my Ieg up over it. so.
And it’s new. so I Iove driving it.
HOLLY:
Hm.
Uh. where did you make the reservations?
That you said you were gonna make.
You didn’t make them?
We can go anywhere. I don’t care.
We can— You pick it.
and we’II just sIide right in.
Okay. WeII. how about Cafe Five?
You ever been there?
TRICK DADDY [DINGING ON RINGTONE]:
Pull over, that ass is too fat
-It’s just my ceII phone.
-You can answer it if you—
-No. no. it’II go to voicemaiI.
Yeah. weII. I was just saying my friend
Go ahead. just answer it. it’s fine.
-AII right. Yeah. It’s a IittIe too Ioud.
aIways in the middIe of something.
Yeah. okay. yeah. EIeven?
Yeah. You know what?
Why don’t we make it 10:30?
AII right. AII right. Iater.
I’m sorry. it’s a. It’s a sick friend.
You know. we don’t have to do this.
-Oh. my God. are you serious?
Okay. Iet’s be honest.
You knew the moment you saw me
But our mutuaI friends set this up.
so I think we owe it to them to—
spend a few hours faking smaII taIk?
we get drunk and we hook up.
What kind of an asshoIe are you?
I just wanna have some fun.
I can go see my sick friend.
. whatever it is you Iike to do
You Iook Iike you read.
You can go read a book.
-Do I bIog? Okay. You know what?
If you wanted to ensure that this
wasn’t gonna be a Iousy night. here’s a tip:
Don’t show up an hour Iate.
and don’t make a booty caII.
Were you going to heaI her
-Fine. If you wanna go out. we’II go out—
I’m not going out with you now.
What are you. crazy?
Get out of my Dmart car.
-I don’t know what they were thinking.
The onIy way you can make this up to me.
I never have to see him again.
HOLLY:
ReaIIy. you are Iike
the most important woman in my Iife.
. and AIison is the sister I never had.
And I Iove you so much.
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Life As We Know It
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Summary:
«This is life as we know it. And it’s pain, and it’s loss, and it sucks. But it’s also full of tiny wonders, like this little one, with her chubby cheeks and dark brown eyes, and, god, is it worth it.»
Or, when tragedy strikes and they are left to care for Octavia and Lincoln’s infant daughter, Clarke and Bellamy have no choice but to try and come to an understanding.
Chapter 1
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CLARKE
Loose blonde tendrils framed Clarke’s pale face. She tucked them behind her ears, turning her chin to both sides to observe herself the mirror. When she was satisfied with her appearance, she scrunched up her nose, making a face at her reflection. Why she had agreed to this in the first place, she had no idea. Clarke was busy. Between trying to fit in as much time as possible with her friends before they all graduated and dispersed off to real life, studying for midterms, and waiting to hear back from medical schools, she didn’t have time to date. More importantly, she didn’t have time to date him.
Clarke had only met her best friend’s brother a handful of times. First, when he dropped Octavia off at their freshman dorm, where their introductions were perfunctory and polite. Then not again until the beginning of her junior year, when he surprised Octavia to announce his acceptance into the police academy. Clarke rolled her eyes at the memory of Bellamy walking in on far more than he bargained for; his sister and her much older anthropology TA, making out on the couch.
«How old is he, anyways?» Bellamy had asked Clarke, in a huff but also clearly nervous to hear the answer.
«Twenty seven,» she answered evenly.
Clarke rolled her eyes. «He took a few years off after undergrad to live on a Native American reservation,» she said, not offering any more explanation.
She hadn’t seen Bellamy since then, but the thought of him was still accompanied by general feelings of annoyance. According to Octavia, he finally began warming up to her boyfriend.
The three roommates were sprawled out on their balcony, wine glasses in hand. «Bell is a complete history nerd,» Tav told her and Raven, «once the two of them started talking Native American mythologies, he was sold.»
And Clarke was glad for Octavia. She was her best friend, and she knew how close she was with her brother, and how important it was for her brother and her boyfriend to get along. That didn’t mean she had to suddenly change her tune about the man.
But Octavia nearly begged. «Come on, Clarke, that was nearly two years ago. He warmed up to Lincoln, and I know you’ll warm up to him. Now he knows I’m staying here for the foreseeable future, he got a job with the PD here and the only people he knows are me, his partner on the force, and his old high school friend who lives here who he just moved in with. He needs to get to know more people.»
Octavia had received her acceptance to graduate school two months earlier. She would be doing the same program Lincoln had finished the year before. That’s all she wanted since Indra’s class, and the first thing she did was fill out a request for Indra to be her mentor. Everyone was very excited for her. Clarke was unsurprised when she found out Bellamy was moving to the city, he had no ties back in Michigan, and if this was where Octavia was going to eventually settle down with Lincoln, he’d want to be close.
In fact, more than likely, their entire group of friends was going to remain in Boston after graduation. Clarke was absolutely thrilled. She knew things would still be different, of course, with people moving to separate parts of the city and everyone’s schedules changing to accommodate jobs or graduate school or, in her case, medical school. She was still waiting on her letter from Harvard, but she had a good feeling about it. Jasper had taken to jokingly calling her a traitor, going from Boston College to Harvard, despite her insistence that nothing was set in stone yet, not without the letter.
«Fine, I’ll give him another chance,» Clarke conceded, «I just don’t understand why it can’t be in some sort of group setting, as friends. That would be most effective for getting him to know more people!»
Much to Clarke’s chagrin, Octavia wouldn’t budge on the date factor. She took a gulp of her wine. «Because neither of you has dated in far too long-,»
Memories of Finn prickled in Clarke’s mind. She met Raven’s eyes, and knew the brunette was thinking the same thing. But then, to Raven’s credit, she smirked and winked at Clarke. Raven could have easily thought of Clarke as the unbeknownst home-wrecker who ruined her life, but instead she chose to befriend her. How Raven was able to maintain a friendship with Finn, as well, remained a mystery to Clarke. But she recognized that the two of them had a much more complicated relationship, and as long as Clarke subtly avoided situations that might result in the three of them being alone together, things were good. Clarke felt a rush of gratitude, and tipped her wine glass in Raven’s direction.
Octavia was oblivious to the moment shared between the two girls. «- and because you know I’ve always wanted a sister. Lincoln doesn’t have any, so it’s my mission to make sure Bell marries someone I approve of. And who would I approve of more than my very best friend?»
«So, does that mean Lincoln is, like, it for you?» Raven asked.
Thanks to Raven, the rest of the night passed without another mention of Bellamy. Until Clarke and Octavia were standing at the sink, rinsing their glasses out. «So, I’ll tell him to pick you up Friday at eight, ok?»
Clarke sighed. «I must really love you.»
«You have to admit, C, we would be kick-ass sister-in-laws.»
Clarke just rolled her eyes.
Three days later, here she was, home alone and waiting for Bellamy to pick her up. Octavia and Raven not so inconspicuously made themselves sparse after helping her choose an outfit. Octavia said she was already planing on staying the night at Lincoln’s, while Raven mumbled «video game tournament» and something that sounded like Finn’s name and Clarke didn’t want to hear any more explanation. They both told her to have a good time with exaggerated eyebrow wiggles and she grudgingly laughed as she slammed the door in their faces.
Pulling the hair back out from behind her ears and mussing it up at the roots a bit, Clarke pondered why she was so fidgety. She attributed it to the fact that this was the first date she’d been on in a long time, and the first time she would see her best friend’s brother in even longer.
She was suddenly struck with what a terrible idea this was. What if it went horribly and she was stuck with a new member of their large friend group who couldn’t stand to be around her? Or, worse, what if it went great, they dated for awhile, and then broke up terribly? Octavia would have to side with her brother, they were family; Clarke could lose her best friend. She grimaced, but a voice sounding suspiciously like Raven spoke up in her head: Calm the eff down, crazy pants. It’s one date, just get it over with and figure the rest out later.
Resolve built up in Clarke. The voice was right. And, honestly, she deserved some fun. It was her senior year and lately she had been so tetchy waiting for her Harvard letter, she hadn’t taken time to unwind in weeks. She hadn’t even picked up her sketchbook or paintbrush, too on edge to let her artistic muse wash over her. She could use some fresh company and a drink. This would be good for her.
But that resolve slowly started chipping away as the hands on the clock moved passed 8. By 8:30, Clarke had flopped down on the couch and began flipping through a magazine irritably, not caring that her simple black chiffon dress was wrinkling beneath her. At 8:43, she heard the buzzer go off. She took her time walking over to it, mouth pressed in a hard line.
She picked up the phone next to the buzzer. «Bellamy?»
«This is where you live, Princess?» She heard his voice through the phone, «I was expecting a doorman to greet me with champagne.»
(Mostly she was annoyed because the place she wanted to live did have a doorman, but Octavia and Raven couldn’t afford it and they both refused to let her pay a larger share of the rent).
«I’m coming down,» she told him, not replying to his jibe.
Bellamy was dressed much more casual than her, jeans and a t-shirt, but he was still as handsome as ever. Clarke wasn’t afraid to admit that he was good looking; it was a simple fact. Whether she was attracted to him, though, had always been a resounding no. She tried to keep an open mind, though, for Octavia.
«Hello, Bellamy,» she greeted, as politely as she could muster after having to wait for three quarters of an hour. «It’s nice to see you again.»
But he was still looking up at her building with a small crease in his forehead. «This is really the place, huh?»
«Ok, what is your problem with my apartment building?»
Bellamy looked at her, then, as if he just noticed she was there. «O lives here,» he replied.
Clarke pursed her lips, eyebrows raised sardonically. «Yes, I’m aware of that, given that she is my roommate.»
Bellamy huffed. «Is it a safe?»
«Yes,» she said, sighing. «Very safe. You need a key card to get into the building and up the elevator.»
Bellamy seemed satisfied with her answer, because he finally moved his attention away from the brick facade of the apartment complex and onto her. Clarke took a breath and inwardly decided to forgive him for being late (though he didn’t apologize). Fresh start, right now. She was determined to have a good time. She smiled at him.
«Right, so, what do you want to do?» Bellamy asked, looking at her expectantly.
Clarke blanched. «You don’t have anything planned?» She asked, trying not to sound overly judgmental.
Bellamy put his hands up as if he was surrendering. «Well, so-orry, Princess. I just figured since I’m new to the city and you’ve been here the past four years, you’d know better than me.»
She hated the way he seemed to talk down to her, but her cheeks flushed at his logic; she shouldn’t have assumed he’d have a plan. «Wanna just go get a beer?» She asked, mildly defeated.
Clarke gave him points for opening the door to his police cruiser for her. But those points were immediately negated as she took in the state of his car. Piles of paperwork littered the dashboard and center console, along with a Chick-Fill-A bag and a few empty Starbucks cups. Clarke never claimed to be the tidiest person, her room was cluttered with knickknacks and art supplies, but she wasn’t dirty. Not to mention, she always pegged Bellamy for the type of guy to call his car «baby» and be a nutcase about keeping it clean. She was clearly mistaken.
«Isn’t this your work car?» She asked when he sat down in the drivers seat, looking behind her to confirm that there were, indeed, bars on the window separating the front from the back.
Her date nodded in assent.
«Isn’t this,» she began, motioning towards the mess, «kind of unprofessional?»
Bellamy slowly turned to look at her, his face incredulous and clearly angry. Clarke geared up for a fight. He opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off by the insistent buzzing of his cellphone.
«Hey to you, too,» he said, still holding his finger up at Clarke. The voice said something that made him laugh. «No, you stop,» he responded playfully. Clarke’s mouth hung open, eyes growing wider in shock, anger, disgust, as he continued his conversation. «Yea, yea, for sure. Ten?» He glanced over at Clarke quickly, letting his hand fall and setting it on the armrest. «Let’s make it 9:30.» Clarke made a noise of disbelief in the back of her throat. «Ok, see you then,» he laughed one more time and tapped his screen to end the call.
Bellamy tried to look innocent. «Oh, that? No, that was my. sick aunt,» he said shrugging.
Bellamy seemed to remember who he was talking to. Clarke, best friends of his little sister, would know if he had any ailing aunts, or any aunts at all.
He shrugged again, and the gesture infuriated her. «Look,» he said, «we both knew we’re just doing this for my sister, so let’s just go get a beer-,»
«Fuck no!» Clarke said, still laughing, for lack of any other way to express how furious she was. «Fuck no I’m not going to get a beer and play nice with you!»
Bellamy’s face hardened. «Well, fine then, Princess-«
She already had Octavia and Raven on a conference call before she got back up to the apartment. «You’re brother is a dick,» she complained, walking straight for the wine. She poured a healthy amount into a mug, not bothering with a real wine glass.
BELLAMY
First was the horrendous evening with Octavia’s roommate, the Princess. Then Roma bailed on meeting up with him later. Then he got a call saying he needed to come into work on a Saturday. This was not shaping up to be Bellamy’s weekend.
He grumbled his whole way to work, leaving his tie loose around his neck. Hardly anyone was ever at the station on a Saturday so he wasn’t too concerned with dressing in perfect uniform.
To be fair, it was his fault he hadn’t finished filling out the paperwork on his most recent arrest earlier in the week. He was still getting his bearings in Boston, his chief ran the office a little differently than Bellamy had come to expect in Michigan. It was a bigger city, there was more going on, and Chief Miller seemed to be grooming Bellamy and his partner to become detective one day. (He had a sneaking suspicion this was mostly due to the fact that his partner was the chief’s son, but he wasn’t about to cry nepotism; he’d love to become detective.)
It just meant he had to put in the work. So, trying not to physically drag his feet, Bellamy made his way to his desk, paperwork in hand. The paperwork he collected from his dashboard, which Clarke Griffin had so rudely pointed out was a mess. It may have looked disorganized, but Bellamy had no problem finding the files he was looking for this morning. She was just a controlling freak.
Nathan Miller, his partner, was already seated at the adjoining desk. «How was last night?» Miller asked, tossing a wadded up piece of paper in Bellamy’s direction.
Bellamy caught it, and crushed it more in his palm. «Terrible,» he said, dropping the piece paper into the trashcan. «Clarke Griffin is going to be a pain in my ass. Hey, how hard is it to falsify some arrest warrant to get her out of my hair?»
Miller merely laughed. «That bad, huh?»
The next few weeks past uneventfully. Work tended to be a droll, no interesting cases to work on. He was adjusting to life in Boston, reacquainting himself with Murphy, his good friend from high school who was coincidentally looking for a new roommate when he decided to move to Boston, and seeing Octavia more than he had in years.
That was the best part. It made the move worth it. He was so proud of his little sister. She was smart as hell, already accepted into graduate school with enough scholarship money to not add much stress to either of them. And, as much as he hated to admit it, she had a good thing going with her boyfriend. Bellamy had warmed up considerably to Lincoln. He was good for O, and he clearly made her happy.
Octavia rarely mentioned one particular blonde roommate of hers, which Bellamy appreciated. He never told her about that night, but he could rest assured that Clarke did. For a few weeks after the disaster date, Octavia treated him with brisk formality, and he didn’t have to ask why. Eventually, she stopped punishing him, and they had come to a silent agreement simply to not talk about Clarke.
Through indirect references to Clarke and a lot of gabbing about the rest of their friends, Bellamy had gathered that, indeed, his sister’s whole group would be remaining in Boston. He hadn’t met any of them besides Clarke, but she talked about them enough to piece together who was doing what. Octavia had just found out that Indra would be mentoring her, to which she was thrilled. Lincoln was on track to complete his doctorate and hopefully become a professor. Jasper was staying on for a graduate program in bio-chemistry from Boston College. Monty got a job at a tech startup. Maya just passed her nursing exams and had secured a job as a school nurse at a local Montessori school. Raven fought off offers from all the best engineering firms in the city before deciding which one she liked best. Finn and his marketing degree were still hunting for jobs. And Clarke was headed to Harvard for medical school, where her best childhood friend, Wells, was going for law school, who Octavia could not wait to meet.
It tracked, in the image Bellamy had of Clarke in his mind, that she would be best friends with Secretary of State Thelonius Jaha’s son. Princess Griffin, the nickname just fit.
He rolled his eyes; he couldn’t point out any of these people in a line up, but leave it to Octavia to make sure he knew their whole life stories.
He asked Octavia, once, what she knew about his friends, and all she could tell him was that both of their names started with M. Then, embarrassed at how little she knew, she suggested they all get together after graduation. Bellamy agreed, maybe it wasn’t the worst idea, trying to merge the groups. Her friends sounded nice enough. Plus, he figured, in such a large group he could at least stand to be around Clarke.
Then, everything changed. It was two weeks before her college graduation that Octavia broke their agreement not to speak directly of Clarke. He was at home, about to toss Murphy another beer, when his phone buzzed with an incoming call from his sister.
When he answered, it was immediately clear something was wrong. She sniffed into the phone, and Bellamy’s stomach dropped, concern flooding through him. «O? O, what’s happening? Are you alright?»
«Clarke’s dad died,» Octavia said finally, her voice cracking over the phone.
A viselike grip clamped over Bellamy’s heart and squeezed, hard. Emotions were going haywire within him. He couldn’t deny that he was relieved nothing had happened to his sister. But at the same time, he knew all too well what it felt like to lose a parent. He wouldn’t wish that on his greatest enemy. Bellamy didn’t hesitate when Octavia asked if she wanted to book him a ticket to D.C. for the funeral.
It was on the train to D.C. that Bellamy finally met the rest of his sister’s friends. Clarke wasn’t there, she had flown out immediately after receiving the call from her mother. Despite the bleak circumstances, the train ride was enjoyable. Bellamy approved of Octavia’s choice of friends; he and Lincoln had even shared some conspiratorial eye rolls when the rest of the group began talking about inside jokes neither of the older men were a part of. Bellamy learned that all of them had met freshman year in their dorm, except Jasper and Monty, who grew up together in St. Louis, and Raven and Finn, who grew up together in Memphis. Raven transferred to Boston at mid-semester freshman year. She ignored Finn’s reddening face as she told Bellamy the story about showing up to find Finn was dating Clarke, without her realizing they were «on a break.»
Bellamy must have pulled some sort of face that betrayed how uncomfortable this story was making him (really, he didn’t need to know the details), because Raven laughed. «It’s all water under the bridge now, right Finn?»
Finn laughed, albeit awkwardly, and agreed. «We’ll always be family, yea?»
Raven nodded resolutely. «Always.» Then, she leaned in closer to Bellamy, as if sharing a secret with him, but spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, «Plus, I got to keep Clarke in the divorce, and, honestly, I think I traded up.»
This got everyone laughing, even Finn. Bellamy didn’t understand what about him drew two strong women like Clarke and Raven to him, but he had to give the kid his props for being self-deprecating enough to laugh off the mistakes of his past when everyone else was. Bellamy didn’t think that would come so easily to him, he was more the «haunted by his choices forever» type, which was not always a good thing.
After that, the conversation remained light. No one wanted to talk about why they were all dressed up in nice black clothes.
Bellamy found himself talking about his friends. «Miller is a stand up guy. Straight shooter, but not boring about it. And Murphy. he’s entertaining, but he’s a dick.»
Octavia grinned. «That’s what Clarke called you after your date.»
Bellamy had not overanalyzed his behavior from that night until now. He was already feeling terribly for what Clarke was going through, and it only made him more guilty about what went down that night. Of course, there was no way to know, then, that months later he would be attending her father’s funeral and feeling every bit the jackass. He realized that maybe that’s why he insisted on going to the funeral; he felt guilty for how he treated her.
«Yea, well, I deserved it,» he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Jasper clapped him on the back, then. «Ah, well, you’re gonna be in the fold, my man! No way Clarke can hold a grudge against you with all of our approvals.»
Bellamy laughed, appreciating Jasper’s sentiment. He caught Octavia’s eyes, and she was beaming. He knew this was all she wanted all along, for him to get on with her friends. One big friend group, that’s what she said she wanted when he moved to Boston. Maybe it could have happened sooner if he hadn’t royally fucked up with Clarke, but he was hoping she could let bygones be bygones and they could all move forward together.
As the train came to a stop in D.C., the mood among their group sobered considerably. There was a large car waiting for them at the train station, along with a driver who carried a sign reading «friends of Clarke Griffin» in block letters.
«I hate funerals,» Octavia whispered, only to him, when they were all piled in the car.
Bellamy took his baby sister’s hand. «I know,» he said, «I do, too.»
They met each other’s gaze, and he knew she was thinking of their mother. Aurora Blake had died eight years ago, when Octavia was only 13. Bellamy was nineteen, and by some miracle, the courts allowed him to remain her legal guardian. He worked a full time job, and two part time jobs, to keep her cared for and ensure she could go to college. The scholarship she received to Boston College definitely helped. Dropping her off in her freshman dorm was the hardest thing Bellamy had ever done. But he had to admit, it was nice knowing she was off somewhere, safe, and really living life. It gave him the peace of mind he needed for him to focus on what he wanted. He continued working while he figured it out, and her junior year of college he enrolled in the police academy. Six months later, she flew back to Michigan to watch him graduate, intense brown eyes softened with happy tears. For the first time, he realized that she was proud of him in the same way he was proud of her. It was a nice feeling. Their mother’s absence was felt heavily that day, just like it at every big milestone. Her college graduation in a couple weeks would surely be no exception. Bellamy’s heart constricted, thinking about the absence that would weigh so heavily on Clarke now, at the graduation. It wasn’t fair, receiving such a devastating blow weeks before what should be a very happy occasion. He felt a greiving itch in the back of his throat and swallowed heavily.
The car pulled up to the large cathedral, and Bellamy was unsurprised to find the church jam packed. He obviously never knew Jake Griffin (having only learned his name when he picked up a program), but it was clear he was a well respected and well loved man. His eyes searched for the familiar head of blonde hair, and it wasn’t long before he found her.
Clarke was standing at the front of the cathedral. Senator Jaha and two other people, who he assumed were Wells and Clarke’s mother, hovered around her. He recognized her expression, the one where people offer you their sympathies and you have no choice to accept, but you wished their words changed anything, the one where you are trying your damn hardest to be strong but it feels like the world is caving in around you. He’s worn that same look on his face, but something about seeing it on hers gutted him.
Her blue eyes ghosted throughout the back, but didn’t land on him. Instead, he watched her make eye contact with Octavia. Bellamy heard his sister’s strangled breath. He turned to give her a hug, to let her cry on his shoulder, but Lincoln was already there. Bellamy caught the man’s eye and gave a firm nod.
Music started drifting out of the organ to the side of the cathedral, and everyone took a seat.
Bellamy hated funerals.
But he looked around, first at Clarke, her back to them in the front pew, then at Lincoln, his arm wrapped protectively around Octavia, then at the rest of O’s friends, and finally, at his little sister. He took her free hand in his own and gave it a squeeze. He hated that Clarke lost a parent, but he knew Octavia would help as much as she could, offer as much wisdom as she could, and be there for her best friend. And he was damn proud of that. He hated death, hated that Octavia lost her mother young, but he would be hard pressed to change anything that lead them to the relationship they had today. Bellamy hated funerals, but, god, did he love her.
CLARKE
After the funeral, at the burial, Abby Griffin held her daughter in her arms. Clarke stood, stoic and still, as her mother sobbed onto the top of her hair. Clarke cried quietly, but disbelief was the only emotion that stuck. That overwhelming feeling; this can’t be happening.
Jake Griffin was an esteemed member of the House of Representatives, representing the District of Columbia. He was elected on an environmental platform, and worked constantly to try and move legislation to support more green initiatives. He was an artist, like Clarke. And a good man. He was her hero. And now he was gone. Killed by a drunk driver on his way home after a long night in the office.
This can’t be happening.
Grabbing Wells’s hand for support (and allowing a small, watery laugh when Octavia motioned to her dress and mouthed the word «gorgeous»), they got into the black limousine with her mother and his father.
That night, in her childhood bedroom, she cried. She cried until her stomach felt like it was turned inside out and her throat was scratched raw. She cried until no more tears came out, until she was shaking, curled up in a ball on her bed.
When her breathing evened out and the tears remained at bay, she wandered around her room, opening drawers aimlessly. Her bottom desk drawer was filled with cards she had saved, birthday cards, christmas cards, those little cards from her parents she would find in her backpack at school and pretend to be embarrassed because parents were meant to be embarrassing. Clarke read them all, soaking up his scribbled cat scratch handwriting and hearing his voice in her head so clearly it was as if he was reading them to her.
Happy first day of high school. It feels like just yesterday your mother and I were brining you home from the hospital. You were the ugliest little baby, all red faced and chubby fingered, but we loved you anyways. You amaze me every day. Your mind and heart are so big and open and I could not be more proud to be your father.
Remember, my love, that this life is yours for the taking. Remember how blessed you are, and be thankful for it, but never, ever, use it as an excuse for complacency. Don’t ever do something just because you think it’s expected of you, but also don’t stop yourself from going after what you want because you’re afraid. You are lucky, you can have anything you want in this life, if you work for it. You are smart and talented and beautiful and absolutely wonderful, you can achieve absolutely anything, and your mother and I will always be here to help you where we can. Never give up on your dreams, and never be afraid to pile on more and more passions; you’re allowed to have more than one.
Words can’t express how dearly I love you.
I hope you have a good day at school.
NO BOYS! Except Wells 😉 (Relax, bug, I’m joking!)
At the bottom of the page, he had left a simple sketch he did of her. Her eyes were wide but her eyebrows lowered slightly, looking out from the page like she was about to take on some great challenge, like she was telling the world to bring it on. It’s how she felt, now. She felt like she was going into battle, she just didn’t know her opponent.
A fresh round of tears hit her like a truck. Clarke read and re-read her father’s words. Her skin was covered in goosebumps and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She looked back and forth from the sketch to his words. This life is yours for the taking. Don’t ever do something just because you think it’s expected of you. Never give up on your dreams.
Her hand twitched, craving the calming pressure of a paintbrush lodged in the space between her fingers. She tore up the rest of her room until she found one of her old sketchbooks and charcoals. She spent the rest of the night drawing, not caring that her tears splashed on the book making the charcoal running down the pages.
The next day, she called Harvard and deferred her acceptance. Indefinitely. Wells was the only person she told before she did it, only because he was going to Harvard for law school, and she felt a little like she was abandoning him. He told her he understood and he would support her no matter what. A little hesitantly, he asked if she was at least coming back to Boston.
«Yes, of course I am,» she told him. «I’m not missing my graduation in two weeks.»
Clarke remembered the drawing her dad did of her in the letter. She mirrored that expression now, her blue eyes wide and mouth turned up determinedly. «I’m going to be an artist.»
Wells encouraged her as much as her mother did not. Abby was sure Clarke was throwing her life away. The more Abby protested Clarke’s choice, the more she grew to resent her mother, and the more she was sure she had made the right one.
Returning to Boston felt like coming home. Even with her mother in tow, who she had not had a real conversation with in a week. That morning, she went down for breakfast and Abby announced that she would come back to Boston with her. It just made sense, since she would be coming there for her graduation anyways. Clarke simply nodded. She was broken, sad, and confused, but ready to get back to her friends and her art. And this rift with her mother was not going to wipe away the determination instilled in her by her father. Life was hers for the taking, and she was not going to give up on her dreams. He never did, and so neither would she.
Notes:
Ok so I suggested on tumblr a Life As We Know It AU and then I just could not get it out of my head so I gave up and decided to write it. If you haven’t seen the movie, you should watch it, it’s super cute. This fic will generally follow the plot of the movie, but I’ll take creative license where I see fit!
This first chapter is a lot of backstory mostly because I think I’m already so sad about killing off Octavia and Lincoln (guys, I’m so torn up about it, but I’m also a sucker for angst and heartbreak and basically I like torturing myself so I’m going to do it and I’m so so so sorry.)
Please review! I’ll try and get the next chapter up as soon as possible!
IELTSDATA READING PASSAGE 123-Life, but not as we know it.
Astrobiology is arguably the trendiest buzzword in science after genomics. Like genomics, it is as hip as it is hard to define. Broadly speaking, it is an umbrella term for efforts of many scientists working in diverse fields to understand the conditions of life in the universe, whether on Earth or elsewhere.
The canvas is, in fact, so broad that many scientists might be astrobiologists without knowing it: astrobiology adds glamour to all science, from astronomy to zoology. Those with long memories and a cynical mien will have soon all this before. Once upon a time, there was a research programme called exobiology. Is astrobiology a new name for repackaged goods?
No, for two reasons. First, many discoveries made in the past decade have set people thinking, once again, about life elsewhere. For example, hardly a month goes by without the discovery of yet another planet orbiting a distant star. And whatever the truth about the much-disputed claims for fossils in Martian meteorites, the controversy has rehabilitated the idea of panspermia: that life can spread between planets.
Second, astrobiology is almost a trademarked term. The Nasa Astrobiology Institute is a virtual campus linking research centers with universities, all devoted to learning more about the general principles governing the origin of life in the universe. Significantly, Nature magazine recently looked at astrobiology in all its forms, from the quest to understand how life began on Earth to the prospects of finding intelligent life elsewhere in the universe.
Not that this should be a cause for wide-eyed celebration, say its critics. Ironically, the most vociferous of these come not from the world of science but from science fiction. Brian Aldiss, veteran writer, critic, and leading light of the genre, dismiss our current obsession with life elsewhere, however much it is justified by science, as an expensively scratched itch.
Aliens, he argues, are a manifestation of a fundamental human urge to populate the universe with ‘others’, whether gods, ghosts, little green men, or cartoon characters. Scientists should beware of taking science fiction too seriously: aliens are used as plot devices, but this does not make them real.
A rather different criticism comes from scientists-turned-science fiction writers Jack Cohen and Ian Stewart. Both are academics – Cohen is a biologist, Stewart is a mathematician — but they have worked in SF, most recently on their novel Wheelers. Their argument with astrobiology is not that aliens might not exist, but that we cannot help be constrained in our search.
All organisms on Earth, from the tiniest bacterium to the biggest whales, are constructed according to the same rules. Earthly genetic information is carried in genes made of DNA, earthly life is based on polymers of carbon, and its chemistry happens in liquid water. Because this kind of life is all we know, we tend to think that the same rules need to apply everywhere. So, when probes land on Mars, or scientists look at Martian meteorites, they tend to look for the kinds of vital signs that betray earthly organisms when we have absolutely no reason for thinking that life elsewhere should be earthlike, or that our definition of life cannot be based more broadly. When the Mars Rover sat and stared at a rock, how do we know that the rock was not staring right back?
It is a fairly simple matter to come up with a definition of life that is based on what it does, rather than what it is made of. It is much more difficult, however, to make such a definition stick, preventing the term from becoming so inclusive as to be meaningless. You might start by posting three rules. The first is that life requires the existence of information that can be reproduced and inherited, with variation. Second, that living systems seem to create order and structure and maintain it in the face of chaos. Third, that a living system has to work hard to maintain its structure, and as soon as it stops doing this it degenerates.
These rules seem, at first, to be fairly precise, in as much they weed out quietly observant Martian surface rocks. But as Cohen and Stewart show in their novel, it is possible to imagine entities that follow all three rules and which appear to be alive, but which bear absolutely no resemblance to terrestrial organisms. In Wheelers, they describe civilizations of floating, methane-breathing balloons in the atmosphere of Jupiter and organisms made of magnetically—confined the plasma, living in the outer layers of the sun.
Other science fiction writers have imagined life on the surfaces of neutron stars, inside computers, or even in interstellar space. In his latest novel, Look to Windward, Lain M Banks describes organisms the size of continents, supporting entire civilizations as their intestinal parasites. All could be said to constitute life, but in Dr. McCoy’s immortal phrase from Star Trek, ‘not as we know it’.
Could this mean that astrobiology, the aims of which are universal, is really no more than a parochial exercise? We might never know — perhaps even when we are visited by aliens from the other side of the galaxy who try, frantically, to gain our attention, by waving under our noses whatever it is they have under such circumstances. It will not be their fault that they will be microscopic and destroyed by a single sneeze. As Cohen and Stewart conclude in Wheelers, ‘Life goes on everywhere.’
Questions 1—7
Complete the summary below. Choose the answers from the box. There are more choices than spaces, so you will not need to use all of them.
The same biological and chemical principles (for example) determine the make-up of all terrestrial life forms, whatever their 1…………… We often assume that this is the case throughout the universe, as we have 2…………… observed other kinds of organism. Scientists, therefore, make the 3……….. of searching for indications of Earth-style living things when examining material from another 4………. where the nature of any life may lie far outside their own 5………… definition. On the other hand, if the focus is not on 6……….. but on behavior, there is a risk of 7…………….. life much too broadly.
List of words
location, principles, previous, narrow, galaxy, frequently
discussing, rarely, defining, never, composition, size, definition, planet, extending, mistake, breakthrough, basing, regulations.
Questions 8-11
The text refers to the ideas of various science fiction writers. Match writers A—C with the points in 8-11. You may use any of the writers more than once.
8. Other life forms may fit a definition of life but be quite unlike anything on Earth.
9. People instinctively want to believe in extraterrestrial life forms.
10. There could be life in life on an immense scale.
11. Humans are inevitably limited in their ability to find life beyond Earth.
List of writers
A. Aldiss
B. Banks
C. Cohen & Stewart
Questions 12-13
Choose the appropriate letters A—D
12. The writer believes that astrobiology
A. may now be the second most fashionable science.
B. is very similar to exobiology.
C. has proved that a meteorite from Mars contains fossils.
D. is not taken seriously by scientific publications.
13. Which of the following statements best describes the writer’s main purpose in Reading Passage?
A. to describe the latest scientific developments in the study of the universe
B. to explain why there is growing interest in the study of astrobiology
C. to show that science fiction writers have nothing useful to say about aliens
D. to suggest that astrobiology may not help us find extraterrestrial life
| Новое утро, новый день и мысли снова о тебе Когда ты рядом ощущаю себя словно во сне Поцелуи в губы, губы, руки и ресницы Когда с тобой, хочу взлететь подобно синей птице |
И растворится в океане чувств, как рыба в воде
«Люблю тебя» черчу я пальцем на песке
Но я боюсь не успеть сказать 3 главных слова
И всё бонально так. С души полетели оковы.
А я нашел тебя, ищу сумбурно сквозь года
Готов поклясться, ты такая у меня одна
И даже если б господь отобрал зрение
Я бы узнал тебя. По прикосновению.
Ощущая щас твое неровное дыханье
Просто знай, готов идти любое за ним расстояние
И я не верю, что в этой жизни мы просто прохожие.
И я люблю тебя. И ты меня, возможно, тоже.
Улыбаешься, смеёшься, иногда молчишь
Потом обидешься вдруг, что-то про меня пробубнишь
И снова тишь, молчание, что режет душу
Ты красиво говоришь, и я всегда готов тебя слушать
И снова сопли, несколько бональных фраз,
И вот который раз утопаю в глубине твоих глаз
Любимая, остановись и тихонько послушай
Нас притянули друг к другу ведь родственные души.
Так не бывает просто, это невероятно!
Когда двое молчат и всё тут без слов понятно!
Это занятно, и это он никак не забудет,
Твой парень не герой, он просто тебя любит.
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Новое утро, новый день и мысли снова о тебе
Когда ты рядом ощущаю себя словно во сне
Поцелуи в губы, губы, руки и ресницы
Когда с тобой, хочу взлететь подобно синей птице
И растворится в океане чувств, как рыба в воде
«Люблю тебя» черчу я пальцем на песке
Но я боюсь не успеть сказать 3 главных слова
И всё бонально так. С души полетели оковы.
А я нашел тебя, ищу сумбурно сквозь года
Готов поклясться, ты такая у меня одна
И даже если б господь отобрал зрение
Я бы узнал тебя. По прикосновению.
Ощущая щас твое неровное дыханье
Просто знай, готов идти любое за ним расстояние
И я не верю, что в этой жизни мы просто прохожие.
И я люблю тебя. И ты меня, возможно, тоже.
Улыбаешься, смеёшься, иногда молчишь
Потом обидешься вдруг, что-то про меня пробубнишь
И снова тишь, молчание, что режет душу
Ты красиво говоришь, и я всегда готов тебя слушать
И снова сопли, несколько бональных фраз,
И вот который раз утопаю в глубине твоих глаз
Любимая, остановись и тихонько послушай
Нас притянули друг к другу ведь родственные души.
Так не бывает просто, это невероятно!
Когда двое молчат и всё тут без слов понятно!
Это занятно, и это он никак не забудет,
Твой парень не герой, он просто тебя любит.
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Life As We Knew It by kendermaus
Fandoms: Torchwood
Summary
In 1940’s Cardiff, RAF American Volunteer Capt Jack Harkness’ life changed forever when he danced one dance in the arms of a handsome angel who disappeared into a wall of light after one soul-shattering kiss. Now he’s falling through that same wall of light and found, not heaven, but a strange new reality and a rag tag team of spirited individuals who are trying to save the world while missing that very same angel, who somehow had *his* name. Can a 1940’s flyboy adjust to living in the current day with the help of the Torchwood team, and a certain young Welshman in particular? Can he help pull the team back from the edge by stepping in for the man who bore his name and disappeared without a word? And what will he and his new found «family» do when the prodigal returns?
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Большинство молодых людей семейные ценности ставят на второе место уже после карьеры и материального благополучия. Главные герои киноленты «Жизнь как она есть» правильная Холли Беренсон и красавчик Эрик Мессер не исключение. Холли добросовестно занимается своим бизнесом, где-то в глубине души мечтая о принце на белом коне, а Эрик живет в свое удовольствие, не пропуская ни одной юбки. Вот так они и прожигали бы свою жизнь, если бы не ужасная случайность, погибают родители их крестницы, их лучшие друзья. Они должны перебороть в себе неприязнь друг другу ради большой любви к маленькой Софи. Ведь покойные родители именно им доверили судьбу своей крошки. История в корне печальная, но присутствуют юмористические нотки. А главное что «Жизнь как она есть» заставляет зрителя переосмыслить свою собственную жизнь.
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