#[[ denver x gabriel ]]

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ships pt 4 

violet & chastity // alethea & conner // battle & alycia // valerie & virgil // ruthie & theo // sienna & phoenix // abraham & avin // nova & aurora // violet & antonio // bose & ivy // mccann & cori // wyatt & sloane // denver & gabriel // circe & isaiah 

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“I know someone who kisses the way / a flower opens,” — Mary Oliver, from I Know Someone

i. wrecking ball - midnight string quartert | ii. breathless - the corrs | iii. annie's song - john denver | iv. this must be the place - dad sports | v. mr. sandman - symyl | vi. you are gold - the national parks | vii. walking up slow - gabrielle aplin | viii. shut up and dance - walk the moon | ix the promise - samia, jelani aryeh | x. i'm so in love with you - jill andrews, seth avett | xi. i melt with you - modern english | xii. dandelions (slow + reverb) - ruth b., slater | xiii. for all you give - the paper kites, lucy rose | xiiii. harbor - vienna teng | xv. enchanted (the wedding violin version) - ana done

for @happyhauvillebday; wildcard: love - a spotify playlist about being loved by (and loving!) Farah Hauville & Felix Hauville.

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Mwf? This looks amazing!!!!

thank you so much! i'd love to see alexa demie, america ferrera, anne hathaway, anya taylor joy, ayo edebiri, brittany snow, carey mulligan, chase sui wonders, coco jones, courteney cox, elizabeth lail, fka twigs, halle bailey, havana rose liu, jane de leon, jenna ortega, jessie buckley, maggie q, margot robbie, melissa barrera, mia goth, rachel sennott, sophie turner, sydney sweeney, tati gabrielle, taylor russell, victoria pedretti, willa fitzgerald, and zendaya. there are a bunch of ideas under the cut too from when i was in a spooky mood!

abbey lee, addison rae, aimee carrero, alexandra jensen, alison oliver, allison williams, alona tal, alyssa sutherland, amanda seyfried, america ferrera, andi matichak, angela bassett, antoinette robinson, anya taylor-joy, ayo edebiri, bahar pars, bethlehem million, billie lourd, brittany snow, caitlin stasey, carey mulligan, celeste o'connor, chase sui wonders, chloe bailey, cleopatra coleman, courteney cox, devyn nekoda, dominique fishback, elizabeth moss, ella balinska, emily tennant, fivel stewart, florence pugh, georgina campbell, gideon adlon, gillian anderson, gina gershon, grace byers, havana rose liu, hayden panettiere, hong chau, jane adams, janet mcteer, jasmin savoy brown, jenna coleman, jessie buckley, judy greer, julie bowen, kaia gerber, kaitlyn denver, kathryn newton, katie winter, keke palmer, kiernan shipka, kirby howell-bapitiste, kristen stewart, lady gaga, liana liberato, lily sullivan, lola zackow, lucy boynton, lucy hale, maggie q, maika monroe, maria bakalova, marin ireland, marley shelton, meghan martin, melissa barrera, mia goth, michelle yeoh, mikey madison, miranda otto, myha'la, nell verlaque, neve campbell, nichole sakura, odeya rush, olivia holt, paris jackson, portia doubleday, rachel sennott, renata vaca, rosamund pike, ruby cruz, samara weaving, sandra oh, sarah snook, shabana azeez, shannyn sossamon, shawnee smith, silvina sabater, sonia ammar, sophie thatcher, sophie wilde, sosie bacon, taissa farmigo, taylor russell, tina fey, virginia gardner, x mayo, or yvonne orjii!

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*       if you’re hearing EVERYTHING I WANTED by BILLIE EILISH playing, you have to know GABRIELE CASPER MORRETTI (HE/THEY; NON-BINARY) is near by! the 31 year old JAZZ MUSICIAN AT PANDORA'S BOX/COMPOSER has been in denver for, like, SEVEN MONTHS (THIS TIME). they’re known to be quite ERRATIC, but being HUMOROUS seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble KEIYNAN LONSDALE. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those HAIR COLOUR CHANGING AS OFTEN AS THEIR UNDERWEAR, COUCH SURFING THEIR WAY AROUND THE GLOBE, AN EAR THAT CAN PICK UP A TUNE FROM JUST A FEW NOTES vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RIVER NORTH ART DISTRICT long enough!

basics

full name : gabriele casper moretti

name meaning: god is my strength, treasure bearer, dark hair worker

nickname / alias: cas, the friendly ghost

gender / pronouns: non binary, he / they

sexuality: pansexual

age, birthday + zodiac: 31,

place of birth: newport, rhode island.

accent : denver. 

occupation: composer & jazz musician

song: everything i wanted by billie eilish

appearance

faceclaim: keiynan lonsdale

height: 5″10

eyecolor: green/hazel

haircolor: dark brown

build: lean, bordering skinny

tattoos / scars: large white scar on their right palm from a broken beer bottle, half sleeve on their left upper arm made up of small tattoos related to places they have been / lived.

personality

positive traits: humorous, good natured, sarcastic

negative traits: anxious, introverted, erratic

relationships

parents : carmen moretti ( mother, deceased ), angelo moretti ( father, deceased ) 

siblings : x moretti ( eldest sister ) , x moretti ( eldest brother ) , x moretti ( middle sister ) , x moretti ( twin sister )

children : none

pets : cat ( small / medium rescue puppy , mixed breeds )

history

part one

gabriele moretti is the final of the five moretti siblings to be born, barely two minutes after his twin sister but a whole fourteen years after the eldest had come into the world.

life is at first, positive. he remembers very little of the early years, just loving parents and a sister that formed the other half of him. but in a household with so many vying personalities, he felt small. unnoticeable. like if he kept quiet for long enough, they might forget he existed at all.

the desire to disappear is heightened further when their parents are lost. it's a sudden, crushing, grief. he is only eight and his world is turned upside down. he misses most the twenty minutes before bed when his mother would read them stories to help them fall asleep and he would feel the whole weight of her love, undivided. and his father's laugh that filled a room with mirth, that sent him into spirals of childish giggles, as if their bond could be founded on humour alone. when they are gone, a house that was so full of noise is silenced.

the remains of the siblings are moved to denver, to live with their aunt. he does what he is supposed to. goes to school, tries his best. but his mind is unlike most and he cannot concentrate, cannot focus. math, science, literature, they're frustratingly challenging. he is smart, he swears he is, but school makes him feel inept.

all apart from music class. it's the one class he holds out for each week, looks forward to. music just makes sense. it doesn't matter the instrument, he finds a way to learn it - figure out its quirks, how to find the path to the right sounds. he learns that when he has a voice, when he uses it, it's enjoyable.

when he is out of the shadow of his family, he forces on a personality - the class clown, the joker. he in part craves the attention, in another hides behind the mask it allows him to create. as the happy, wise-cracking, goofball nobody expects to him to have an ache in his chest that feels suffocating. nobody notices the way his hands shake whenever attention is turned to him, or the way he has to seek out a quiet isolated place to find calm again, to let it all swallow him whole.

part two

he makes it through school, just about scraping it by. he's promised himself he's not going to drop out ( for mom, for dad, though he's not sure they'd remark on it if they were still around ). and then his life can really begin, right ?? something about lakeview has always felt too enclosed, too limited, and at 18 with the world at his feet he takes off running.

he travels, anywhere, everywhere. ticking off continents, countries, cities. experiencing cultures that seem so much bigger than small town life. and he takes his guitar everywhere he goes ( though he prefers a piano, at times, it's a lot harder to attach to a backpack ).

he writes and composes music, tries different styles, but always ends up coming back to the music of his home - jazz. he moves to new york, manages to settle briefly, and even gets scouted while performing at a run down bar in queens. suddenly, he is thrown headfirst into the life of a professional musician. he gets studio time, works with a few big names, records an album - even gets the start of a tour booked.

all the while, gabriele feels that something is missing or doesn't quite add up. that the face he presents is still packaged up in the form that's most permissible but isn't true to who he really is. it's a friend in the industry that finally sits him down and helps him confront what he has been avoiding most. himself. or, perhaps more importantly, themself. he begins to explore the pronouns he finds most comfortable, learns about different terms and definitions and what that might mean for him. he dabbles in different clothes, different looks, trying to find who he is underneath years of avoidance.

gabriele is a ghost he decides; and therein lies the joke. if he is to be a ghost, he will be casper. the friendliest kind. at age 23, five years after leaving denver, gabriele in a short but sweet text to those that matter, makes the request to be called casper. there's little explanation given, he hopes he doesn't really ever have to. after all, running from the real shit is still his best skill.

casper gets rebranded ( despite a bit of uproar from their label ) but it leads to greater success. their fans, old and new, like the intrigue and the heart it gives to their music. the booked tour leads them around the u.s. before taking them of all places, to mardis gras.

it's on a float shaped like a sinking ship ( yeah, prophetic irony or what ) that their anxiety gets the best of them. a panic attack results in the utter butchery of 'what a wonderful world' and casper bolting from the parade. with nothing but embarrassment shaping their career, they bolt from louisiana and head on the next tour stop as soon as possible.

part three

living their life on tour, half settling in cities all over, begins to chafe. and they find themselves yearning for something unexpected - home. after all this time, casper decides to relocate back to denver.

they start of fairly non-committal, couch surfing from friends and families homes for a month or so. but then they reconnect with a girl they once knew, a few dates leads to exclusivity and suddenly casper has a girlfriend. one that, for once, they're not expecting to end things with. so why not try to stick it out ??

a room in an apartment becomes available, a few other people - some that he even grew up with - and he jumps at the chance. these are roots in as much as casper is capable.

seven months later and here they still are. they work from home, writing and composing new music - their label is expecting something good, something to push their sound into the mainstream - and to pay the rent they perform at pandora's box with friday nights being their regular slot.

wanted connections

current girlfriend childhood best friend/will they won't they

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This Day in X-Project - November 4

2015: Doug reflects on the paths his thinking takes after having received a city map pin of Denver from Jubilee. Kurt emails Rogue, Meggan and Amanda to tell them he and Jubilee are engaged, to mixed response from Amanda. Xavin posts to their journal, asking Maya if she broke something of theirs and if she intends to replace it. Do I Know You? - With Daniella heading off to Colorado with the Mutant Underground, Quentin and Wanda talk about their experiences and why Wanda isn’t with her father, Magneto; Gabriel summons Quentin to his room for sex and pizza; afterwards, the two talk about how good it is to be back in their own bodies.

2016: Jean-Paul goes to Gabriel's workplace and cadges free drinks, but they arrange alternate means of payment. Jean-Paul texts Topaz to inform her that he’s kidnapped her cat for a little while, as well as her couch. Topaz finds Jean-Paul on her couch, and they talk about the revelations re: his powers. Maya wonders why 15 years olds can’t vote.

2017:

2018: Bobby makes a journal entry wondering how it’s November already and pining for a turkey of his own.

2019:

2020:

2021: The Color of Horror: Topaz updates the Avalon situation, asking for volunteers to help clear out the books and artifacts as the dimension is collapsing faster than she anticipated; the magic users pack while the volunteers carry, with appropriate safety measures; Avalon is attacked by mysterious (and highly creepy) creatures with the same aim as theirs, plunder Avalon as much as possible; the mutants fight back, but are overwhelmed by numbers and Topaz sounds the retreat; holding the attackers back so the rest of the mansionites can escape, Topaz is trapped in Avalon when the dimension closes completely; Darcy notifies Maya about Topaz; Marie-Ange notifies X-Force; somewhere in the dark and cold, Topaz wakes up and decides to try and find her way home; Darcy notifies the mansion at large what happened; Darcy lets the rest of the magic users who weren’t there know what happened; Doug texts Darcy to let her know Marie-Ange’s ‘quick and dirty’ reading shows Topaz has a future still; Betsy asks Hope to catch her up on recent events with Topaz; Doug takes Amanda to Marie-Ange and the witch has an idea about what to do, although she needs to talk to the other magic users first. Arise, X-Man: Laurie meets Essex’ son Adam (or Nate, as he prefers) and while helping him, she gets some telepathic feedback typical of a teenage boy and they talk about it.

2022: Amanda posts to X-Force, noting that the lady with the sword Arthur saw at Halloween could be Illyana and that Essex and Clan Akkaba seem to be looking for the same person - En-Sabah-Nur or “Son of the Morning Fire”, although with different intentions.

2023: A Haven to Call Home: Quentin texts Alani to see if she got in touch with the teleporter; Sharon and April work with an animal rescue to check in on cat colonies after the flood; Sharon makes a post announcing she is now the proud mother of two (cat) sons.

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Los orígenes de los hippies y la subcultura perenne

Por Gordon Kennedy y Kody Ryan

Traducción de Juan Gabriel Caro Rivera

Wandervogels Abschied de Fidus, 1900

Según el diccionario Webster (2003) un hippie o hippy es “una persona joven de la década de 1960 que rechazaba las costumbres sociales establecidas, abogaba por la espontaneidad, la libre expresión del amor y la expansión de la conciencia, a menudo llevaba el pelo largo, ropa poco convencional y consumía drogas psicodélicas”.

Esta definición mediática creada por aquellos desertores que hoy abominan la década de 1960 ha eclipsado todos los usos anteriores que tenía esta palabra, como el que aparece en la famosa autobiografía de Malcolm X. Cuando Malcolm tenía 17 años y vivía en Harlem en el año de 1939, se dio cuenta de que “algunos de los hombres blancos de Harlem, los más jóvenes, a los que llamábamos hippies, actuaban más como negros que los negros. Uno de ellos en particular hablaba más a la moda (hip) que nosotros. Se habría peleado con cualquiera que le hubiera sugerido que sentía alguna diferencia racial”.

Todo esto es un eco de los conocidos sentimientos que expresó Jack Kerouac en On The Road (1955): “Caminaba con cada músculo dolorido entre las luces de la 27 y Welton en la zona más colorida de Denver deseando ser un negro, sintiendo que lo mejor que el mundo blanco me había ofrecido no me daba suficiente éxtasis, no era suficientemente vivo, alegre, fuerte, oscuro y musical, además de que la noche era insuficiente para mí”.

Está claro que la palabra hippie hacia parte de la jerga negra vernácula del Harlem y fue retomada por la generación beat de la década de 1960. En ese entonces Herb Caen, del San Francisco Chronicle, la utilizó varias veces a finales de 1965 para describir a los jóvenes llegados a su ciudad... y que los medios de comunicación nacionales pronto la hicieron suya y la generalizaron para referirse a este fenómeno.

Pero lejos de los elegantes blancos vestidos con trajes zoot negros que habitaban el Harlem de la década de 1930, en esa misma época también existían individuos de pelo largo y barba que llevaban sandalias o iban descalzos y solían preferir lugares subtropicales templados como el sur de California y Florida donde podían comer de los árboles frutales que tanto abundaban en ese entonces.

Estampa de Wandervogel del grupo local de Darmstadt, 1911

Los Nature Boys (Chicos de la Naturaleza), como se les conoció más tarde, eran sin excepción inmigrantes alemanes o jóvenes estadounidenses cuyas vidas se vieron influidas por alemanes que llegaron a los Estados Unidos y que difundieron las ideas de los Lebensreform (reformadores de la vida) entre cualquiera que estuviera dispuesto a alejarse radicalmente de los límites aceptados por la civilización del siglo XX.

Los nombres como modernos primitivos, naturmensch, wandervogel, bohemios, reformistas, caminantes y vagabundos son todas expresiones que evocan el tono de algo totalmente alejado de lo ortodoxo.

Pero, ¿por qué Alemania? ¿Qué ocurrió en el siglo XIX para que un fenómeno como éste hubiera estallado con tanta fuerza?

Alemania siempre había considerado como una virtud su tardía sumisión a la civilización latina y había glorificado al como su ideal, con todas sus virtudes y vicios, al hombre y a la mujer naturales. Hace más de 2000 años (hacia el 51 a.C.) Julio César escribió lo siguiente sobre los alemanes: “No consideran como dioses sino a los que ven y cuyo favor sienten palpablemente: al Sol, a Vulcano y a la Luna; de los demás ni siquiera tienen noticias”.

Vegetarisches Speisehaus, 1900

La palabra Dios en la lengua teutónica era de género neutro (Das Gott o, en nórdico antiguo, gud), por lo que el historiador romano Cornelio Tácito (98 d.C.) opinaba que: “Según el punto de vista alemán, los presagios sobre el destino parecen adquirir una mayor sacralidad cuando vienen de la boca de las mujeres. La profecía y la magia, tanto en el buen sentido como en el malo, son dones de las mujeres. Si resulta inherente a la naturaleza de los hombres mostrar al sexo femenino una gran consideración y respeto, entonces en el pueblo alemán se manifiesta esta característica que existe desde épocas arcaicas. Los hombres se divinizan por medio de sus obras y las mujeres por medio de su sabiduría”.

Así, la religiosidad de los pueblos indogermánicos, siempre que su naturaleza puede desplegarse libremente, emerge sólo en esa forma que la ciencia religiosa ha descrito como religión de la naturaleza o religiones de la tierra. Alejar el alma alemana del paisaje natural es matarla. Los romanos lo sabían, así que una vez que el cristianismo se convirtió en la religión estatal del Imperio Romano, sus misioneros se afanaron en talar los bosques alemanes e incendiar sus templos.

Cada vez que la Iglesia encontraba elementos paganos que no podía suprimir, les daba una dimensión cristiana y los asimilaba. Estas tradiciones ancestrales fueron reinterpretadas y revisadas, pero la iglesia nunca consiguió borrar la herencia pagana alemana.

La victoria de Hermann (9 d.C.) había impedido la colonización romana, por lo que Alemania había conservado su antigua lengua y evitado ser cristianizada durante mucho tiempo.

Meister Eckhart (c1260-c1328) posiblemente fue el representante más del misticismo y la rebelión del espíritu indoeuropeo teutónico contra el cristianismo romano.

Durante la Edad Media existió en Alemania y Holanda un grupo llamado Hermanos y Hermanas del Espíritu Libre. También conocidos como los Adamitas, eran descendientes espirituales de un grupo anterior, los Adamiani. Celebraban reuniones desnudos en cavernas parecidas a úteros para lograr renacer en un estado de inocencia paradisíaca.

Lichtgebet (Oración al Sol) de Fidus, 1913

Goethe (1749-1832) borró por completo la frontera que separaba al hombre y la Naturaleza. Poeta de la religiosidad de la Naturaleza, Goethe creía que no se puede rendir culto a Dios de forma más hermosa que mediante el brote espontáneo en el pecho de la conversación mutua con la Naturaleza.

Otra de las citas proféticas de Goethe (1832) reza así: “El hombre, en su extravío, ha interferido poderosamente con la naturaleza. Ha devastado los bosques e incluso ha modificado las condiciones atmosféricas y el clima. Algunas especies de plantas y animales se han extinguido por completo a causa del hombre, aunque eran esenciales en la economía de la Naturaleza. En todas partes la pureza del aire se ve afectada por el humo y cosas similares, mientras los ríos son contaminados. Estas y otras cosas son graves invasiones de la Naturaleza, que hoy en día los hombres pasan totalmente por alto, pero que son de la mayor importancia y muestran de inmediato su efecto nocivo no sólo sobre las plantas, sino también sobre los animales, estos últimos no tienen la resistencia y el poder de resistencia que tiene el hombre”.

En 1866 Ernst Haeckel, de la Universidad de Jena, uso por primera vez el término ecología, estableciéndola así como una disciplina científica permanente que sería estudiada por todas las generaciones futuras. La ecología como concepto tenía mucho en común con el budismo y su reconocimiento de la unidad de toda la vida.

También en la década de 1860, un ex ministro protestante llamado Eduard Baltzer publicó su libro de cuatro volúmenes sobre naturliche lebensweise o estilo de vida natural. Organizó un movimiento vegetariano y fundó una Comunidad Religiosa Libre. Más tarde publicó un libro sobre Pitágoras como antecesor de su movimiento.

Diefenbach y Fidus en Hollriegelskreuth, Alemania, 1887

Los escritos de Baltzer ejercieron una fuerte influencia sobre un joven pintor llamado Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach (1851-1913), que también llegó a formar varias comunidades y talleres de religión, arte y ciencia. Diefenbach pasó la última parte de su vida en la isla mediterránea de Capri, refugio junto con otros reformadores de la vida. Dos de sus alumnos, Fidus y Gusto Graser, causaron un gran impacto con su arte y sus mensajes reformistas.

Fidus (1868-1949) fue reconocido como quizá el mayor artista psicodélico de la historia, ya que precedió en más de medio siglo a los carteles y álbumes multicolores de los años sesenta.

Más tarde, Gusto Graser se convirtió en amigo íntimo y maestro del escritor Hermann Hesse. El artículo de Hesse Entre las rocas - Notas de un hombre de la naturaleza (1908) describía cómo él, junto con Graser, vivían vidas de hombres de la naturaleza y ermitaños, durmiendo en cuevas de los Alpes suizos y ayunando durante días y semanas. La relación gurú-discípulo en la novela de Hesse Siddhartha (1922) es un espejo de su propia relación con Graser, su maestro. La poesía de Graser apareció en algunas de las revistas de los Wandervögel.

En 1870 la población de Alemania era 2/3 rural, pero para 1900 2/3 de esa población se había urbanizado. Hacia finales del siglo XIX, la clase media alemana se había vuelto superficial, tosca, complaciente, glotona, materialista, industrializada, tecnocrática y patética. Como respuesta a este fenómeno surgieron muchas formas de medicina natural y se organizaron varios movimientos juveniles.

En 1883 Louis Kuhne, de Leipsic, Alemania, publicó un libro titulado La nueva ciencia de la curación y en esa obra sentó las bases de lo que más tarde se conocería como Naturopatía. Traducido a 50 idiomas, inspiró a toda una generación de profesionales de la salud y fue muy elogiado por Mahatma Gandhi, quien dijo que era muy popular en la India.

En 1896, Adolf Just abrió su lugar de retiro Jungborn en las montañas de Hartz, cerca de Isenburg (Alemania), que fue el modelo de todos los proyectos que buscaban la verdadera vida natural y pretendía mostrar cómo se podía restablecer la comunión más íntima con la Naturaleza.

Gnadennacht de Fidus, 1912

En su exitoso libro Return To Nature (1896), el Sr. Just se pronunció en contra de la contaminación del aire y el agua, la carne, la vivisección, la vacunación, el café, el alcohol, el tabaco y la llamada educación en las escuelas. Una vez más, la rebelión de Adolf Just contra los tratamientos médicos científicos conmovió tanto a Gandhi que le ayudó a formular su futura ideología. Cuando salió de la cárcel en 1944, abrió en la India un sanatorio de medicina natural basado en el modelo de Just.

En 1904, el escritor alemán Richard Ungewitter escribió un libro titulado Die Nacktheit (La desnudez) en el que abogaba por el nudismo y la abstinencia de carne, tabaco y alcohol. Tuvo que publicarlo él mismo, pero rápidamente se convirtió en un éxito de ventas. El aspecto vegetariano se centraba en la pureza del cuerpo y el alma, con la adhesión a un programa regular de ejercicio físico. La actitud alemana hacia la desnudez no ha cambiado demasiado en 100 años, porque incluso ahora, en un cálido día de verano, se puede encontrar a la gente a orillas de lagos y ríos disfrutando del sol sin ropa.

El baño desnudo es popular en Alemania desde hace mucho tiempo. (1916)

En el siglo XIX proliferaron en Alemania las sociedades de excursionistas. Un grupo, Amigos de la Naturaleza, se dedicaba al senderismo social y utilizaba el lema Montañas libres, mundo libre, pueblo libre.

Otro grupo, llamado Wandervögel en un suburbio de Berlín en 1895 por Hermann Hoffmann y Karl Fischer en Steglitz. Ellos empezaron a llevar a algunos estudiantes de secundaria a pasear por la naturaleza y más tarde a hacer excursiones más largas. Pronto se organizó un enorme movimiento juvenil en bandas autónomas que tenía un carácter antiburgués y pagano de origen teutónico, compuesto en su mayoría por niños alemanes de clase media.

Wandervögel, 1926

Los miembros de los Wandervögel tenían edades comprendidas entre los 14 y los 18 años. Pronto se extendieron por toda Alemania y llegaron a alcanzar hasta los 50.000 miembros. En parte vagabundos y en parte medievales, reunían su dinero, vestían capas de lana, pantalones cortos y sombreros tiroleses y hacían largas excursiones por el campo, donde cantaban sus propias versiones de canciones goliardas y acampaban en condiciones primitivas. Ambos sexos nadaban desnudos juntos en los lagos y ríos y en sus pueblos natales establecían nidos y anti-hogares, a veces en castillos en ruinas donde se reunían para planear viajes y tocar mandolinas y guitarras.

Sus breves viajes de fin de semana se convirtieron en travesías de tres o cuatro semanas de cientos de kilómetros. Pronto establecieron campamentos permanentes en la naturaleza abiertos a cualquiera. Sin pensar en el dinero, estas bandas trabajaban en la mejora de sus campamentos y en la construcción de cabañas para las que fabricaban el mobiliario, formando todo un complejo de precedentes y subyacentes que dio origen al movimiento de albergues juveniles que comenzó en 1907, cuando Richard Schirmann abrió el primer albergue en Altena, Alemania.

En su mayoría, los Wandervögel buscaban la comunión con la naturaleza y el antiguo espíritu popular encarnado en la cultura campesina tradicional. Además de mejorar las relaciones entre ellos. Desarrollaron una resonancia mística y armoniosa con su entorno.

La expresión Lebensreform (reformadores de la vida) se utilizó por primera vez en 1896 y englobó diversas tendencias sociales alemanas del siglo XIX y la primera mitad del XX.

Elizabeth Dorr con algunas de sus hijas en Ascona, 1905.

Todos ellos proclamaban:

1. el vegetarianismo

2. el nudismo

3. la medicina natural

4. abstinencia de alcohol

5. la reforma de la vestimenta

6. los movimientos de colonización

7. las ciudades jardín

8. la reforma del suelo

9. la reforma sexual

10. la reforma sanitaria, alimentaria y económica

11. la reforma social

12. la liberación de las mujeres, los niños y los animales

13. el comunitarismo

14. la reforma cultural y religiosa: es decir, una religión o visión del mundo que dé importancia a los elementos femeninos, maternales y naturales de la existencia.

Más al sur, en Suiza, se encontraba Ascona, que era un pueblecito de pescadores a orillas del lago Mayor, en el lado suizo de la frontera con Italia. En el año 1900 comenzó un renacimiento de la contracultura que duró hasta 1920 aproximadamente. Ascona se convirtió en el centro de todos los rebeldes espirituales de Europa.

Los experimentos vitales estaban de moda allí: el surrealismo, la danza moderna, el dadaísmo, el paganismo, el feminismo, el pacifismo, el psicoanálisis y la medicina natural. Algunos de quienes pasaron por el lugar fueron Hermann Hesse, Carl Jung, Isadora Duncan, D.H. Lawrence, Arnold Ehret y Franz Kafka.

A principios de siglo, Alemania tenía 56 millones de habitantes y tantas grandes ciudades como el resto de Europa junta. El industrialismo, la tecnología, la contaminación y la migración iniciaron una crisis entre los germanoparlantes excesivamente privilegiados de aquella época. Los desencantados con el mundo moderno empezaron a llegar a Ascona por centenares.

El bello entorno natural inspiró a los urbanitas a tomar el sol desnudos, dormir a la intemperie, hacer senderismo, nadar y ayunar. Este pueblo adquirió rápidamente una reputación universal como centro de salud.

Hermann Hesse se entusiasmó cuando vio pasar por su pueblo a cuatro hombres de pelo largo con sandalias que se dirigían a Ascona. Los siguió, se instaló allí y se sometió a la medicina natural para tratar su alcoholismo. Era el año 1907.

Nacido el 2 de julio de 1877 en el extremo norte de la Selva Negra, en Calw (Alemania), Hermann Hesse supo a los 13 años que quería ser poeta y nada más. A partir de los años 50, con la generación Beat, sus novelas se hicieron inmensamente populares en el mundo anglosajón, donde su crítica a los valores burgueses y su interés por la espiritualidad oriental y la psicología de Jung se hacían eco de la revuelta emergente contra la vida irreflexiva. En la década de 1960 Hermann se convirtió en el novelista de la década con Siddhartha (1922) y El lobo estepario (1927), que se vendieron por millones y captaron y dieron forma a un público estadounidense. La historia legítima siempre recordará a Hesse como el eslabón más importante entre la contracultura europea de su juventud y sus descendientes de actuales de los Estados Unidos (Foto de 1908).

Los habitantes de Ascona rechazaban los huevos, la leche, la carne, la sal y el alcohol. La medicina natural era una idea poderosa en la mente alemana y constituía una rebelión generalizada y profunda contra la ciencia y el profesionalismo.

El 20 de agosto de 1903, un periódico anarquista de San Francisco, California, publicó un extenso artículo sobre Ascona, en el que describía a la gente y sus filosofías. Fue sin duda una de las primeras veces que noticias detalladas de la contracultura europea llegaban a la costa californiana.

Nudistas adorando al Sol, 1926

Quizás el elemento neopagano más importante de los movimientos folclóricos alemanes era el culto al sol, considerada la antigua religión teutónica. Desde al menos la época romántica, muchos pensadores alemanes consideraban el culto al sol como la alternativa más racional al cristianismo. Las imágenes solares eran el centro de un deseo de volver al paganismo natural y a un estilo de vida natural en armonía con la tierra.

La editorial Eugene Diedrichs era la voz más respetada del neopaganismo y el brazo religioso – no político – del gran movimiento Völkische. Diedrichs imaginaba un estado popular orgánico (organischer Volksstaat) y, al igual que Carl Jung, prefería un retorno a la religión de la naturaleza de los antiguos teutones.

Satana de Fidus, 1896

Nadie describió mejor esta religión solar que Ernst Haeckel (1834-1919), el destacado científico que acuñó por primera vez la palabra ecología: “El sol, la deidad de la luz y el calor, de cuya influencia depende insensible y directamente toda la vida orgánica, fue tomada como la creadora de tal fenómeno [por el monoteísmo naturalista] hace muchos miles de años. El culto al Sol le parece al científico moderno la mejor de todas las formas de teísmo, y la que puede reconciliarse más fácilmente con el monismo moderno. Pues la astrofísica y la geogenia modernas nos han enseñado que la Tierra es un fragmento desprendido del Sol, y que con el tiempo regresará al seno de su progenitor. La fisiología moderna nos enseña que la primera fuente de vida orgánica en la tierra es la formación de protoplasma y que esta síntesis de sustancias inorgánicas simples, agua, ácido carbónico y amoníaco, sólo tiene lugar bajo la influencia de la luz solar... de hecho, toda nuestra vida corporal y mental depende, en última instancia, como toda otra vida orgánica, de la luz y los rayos de calor del sol. Por lo tanto, a la luz de la razón pura, el culto al sol, como forma de monoteísmo naturalista, parece tener un fundamento mucho mejor que el culto antropomorfo de los cristianos y otros monoteístas que conciben a su dios en forma humana. De hecho, los adoradores del sol alcanzaron, hace miles de años un nivel intelectual y moral más elevado que la mayoría de los demás teístas. Cuando estuve en Bombay en 1881, observé con la mayor simpatía los elevados ritos de los piadosos parsis que, de pie a la orilla del mar o arrodillados en sus alfombras de oración, ofrecían su devoción al sol en su salida y puesta”.

Al despuntar el siglo XX muchos alemanes empezaron a sentir el peso de fuerzas políticas opresoras, poderes que más tarde llevarían a su nación a dos guerras mundiales y cambiarían el curso de la historia europea.

Entre 1895 y 1914 decenas de miles de alemanes abandonaron sus hogares y familias y emigraron a América. Al fin y al cabo, Estados Unidos era el país del futuro y ellos se veían a sí mismos como pioneros que ayudaban a liderar una nueva sociedad trasplantando y alimentándola con las ideas más valiosas de su patria con tal de dar alas a los nuevos sueños de los Estados Unidos.

Hubo varias personas clave que hicieron una contribución sustancial, pero probablemente ninguna más que el Dr. Benedict Lust.

Nacido en Michelbach, cerca de Baden, Alemania, el 3 de febrero de 1872, Lust llegó por primera vez a Estados Unidos en 1892, enfermó de tuberculosis, regresó a Alemania y siguió un tratamiento de medicina natural bajo la influencia del famoso padre Sebastian Kneipp. Recuperó su salud y encontró su verdadero propósito en la vida, luego regresó a América en 1896 para convertirse en el representante de Kneipp en América.

Llamado con razón el Padre de la Naturopatía estadounidense, Lust introdujo todos los grandes movimientos naturistas que estaban de moda en Europa; hidroterapia, remedios herbales, baños de aire y luz, varias dietas basadas en plantas y también tradujo y distribuyó las obras clásicas alemanas sobre salud del Padre Kneipp, Louis Kuhne, Adolf Just, Arnold Ehret y August Englehardt.

A comienzos del siglo XX fundó en Nueva York una escuela de masajes y la Sociedad Naturopática y en 1918 publicó la Enciclopedia Naturopática Universal para la terapia sin fármacos. Entre otros de sus logros más notables están la revista Nature's Path y un programa de radio dedicado a la curación natural.

El Dr. Benedict Lust disfruta de un baño de sol en el parque de sol y aire Sonnenbichel en Kneipp-Bad Worishofen, Baviera, Alemania, a su regreso a la Madre Patria en el verano de 1926. Padre de la Naturopatía en Estados Unidos, ningún individuo contribuyó más a la medicina natural y a su estilo de vida en el mundo que el Dr. Lust a través de sus numerosas escuelas y publicaciones. Todo, desde el masaje, la herbología, los alimentos crudos, la antivivisección y la hidroterapia hasta las influencias orientales como el Ayurveda y el Yoga, llegaron al público estadounidense a través de Lust. Aunque fue acosado en repetidas ocasiones por las autoridades médicas y los agentes federales, su devoción por la promoción de los métodos curativos de la naturaleza acabó ganando una amplia aceptación. Como tantos otros de su generación, era un hombre duro (Foto de Naturopath, febrero de 1927).

eden ahbez, 1948. Yogui a tiempo parcial y místico a tiempo completo, este hippie de los años 40 siempre escribía su nombre con minúsculas porque creía que sólo Dios y el Infinito debían escribirse con mayúsculas. (Foto cortesía de Gypsy Boots)

La escuela de Naturopatía del Dr. Lust fue de donde salieron cientos de profesionales de la salud natural en Estados Unidos, mientras que sus revistas introdujeron en Occidente no sólo la medicina natural alemana, sino también conceptos ancestrales de la India oriental como el Ayurveda y el Yoga. Paramahansa Yogananda fue uno de los muchos indios que escribieron artículos para la revista Nature's Path en la década de 1920, lo que le permitió llegar al gran público estadounidense.

El Dr. Lust fue detenido en repetidas ocasiones por las autoridades y asociaciones médicas estadounidenses por promover métodos naturales de curación, masajes y baños de sol desnudo en su sanatorio Jungborn. Fue detenido 16 veces por las autoridades de Nueva York y 3 veces por los federales. Un titular de prensa rezaba: “Otra vez tienen lujuria”.

Hasta un 30-40% de los graduados de la escuela de Naturopatía del Dr. Lusts eran mujeres y sus revistas estaban llenas de cartas entusiastas y elogios de naturópatas practicantes de la India, Jamaica y toda América Latina. Nadie se dedicó más a introducir la medicina natural en el mundo de habla hispana que el Dr. Lust.

Otro influyente médico naturista, el Dr. Carl Schultz, llegó a Los Ángeles California en 1885 y se convirtió en el Benedict Lust del oeste. En 1905 creó el Naturopathic Institute and Sanitarium y también abrió el Naturopathic College en Hope Street. La mayoría de los médicos naturópatas en ejercicio en el oeste eran graduados de este colegio.

Bill Pester en esta cabaña de troncos de palmera en Palm Canyon, California, 1917. Con su filosofía lebensreform, su nudismo y su dieta de alimentos crudos, fue uno de los muchos inmigrantes alemanes que inventaron el estilo de vida hippie más de medio siglo antes de la década de 1960. En 1906, a los 19 años, abandonó Alemania para evitar el servicio militar y empezar una nueva vida en los Estados Unidos (Foto cortesía del Palm Springs Art Museum, Palm Springs, California).

En 1906 Bill Pester pisó por primera vez suelo estadounidense tras haber abandonado Sajonia (Alemania) ese mismo año, a los 19 años, para evitar el servicio militar. Con su larga melena, barba y antecedentes en el movimiento de los lebensreformer, no tardó en dirigirse a California para comenzar su nueva vida.

Se instaló en el majestuoso Palm Canyon, en las montañas de San Jacinto, cerca de Palm Springs, California, y se construyó una cabaña junto a un arroyo y un palmeral.

Bill pasaba el tiempo explorando los cañones, cuevas y cascadas del desierto, pero también era un ávido lector y escritor. Se ganaba la vida fabricando bastones con tallos de palmera, vendiendo postales con consejos de salud de los lebensrefomer y cobrando 10 céntimos a la gente por mirar por su telescopio mientras daba conferencias sobre astronomía.

Fabricaba sus propias sandalias, poseía una magnífica colección de cerámica y objetos indios, tocaba la guitarra, se alimentaba de frutas y verduras crudas y pasaba la mayor parte del tiempo desnudo bajo el sol de California.

Durante el tiempo que Bill vivió cerca de Palm Springs estuvo en tierras de los indios Cahuilla, con permiso de la tribu local que sentía gran admiración por él. Su nombre figuraba incluso en el censo de 1920 con los indios y en 1995 una india americana, Millie Fischer, publicó un pequeño folleto sobre Palm Canyon que incluía un capítulo sobre Pester.

Las numerosas fotos de Pester revelan claramente el fuerte vínculo existente entre los reformistas alemanes del siglo XIX y los flower children (los hijos de las flores) de la década de 1960... pelo largo y barba, pies descalzos o sandalias, guitarras, amor por la naturaleza, evasión de la conscripción, vida sencilla y aversión a las rígidas estructuras políticas. Sin duda, Bill Pester introdujo un nuevo tipo humano en California y fue mentor de muchos de los Nature Boys estadounidenses.

Foto del profesor Arnold Ehret, tomada poco después de su ayuno de 49 días en Colonia, Alemania, hacia 1905. Ehret emigró más tarde al sur de California y ayudó a engendrar una nueva subcultura en los Estados Unidos basada en su filosofía natural y su estilo de vida. Sus libros no se han descatalogado en más de 70 años (Foto cortesía de Fred Hirsch).

En 1914 llegó a California otro inmigrante alemán, el profesor Arnold Ehret. La filosofía que predicaba ejerció una poderosa influencia en varios aspectos de la cultura estadounidense. Ehret abogaba por el ayuno, los alimentos crudos, tomar el sol desnudo y dejarse crecer el pelo y la barba sin recortar. Sus libros Rational Fasting (1914) y Mucus-less Diet (1922) eran referentes literarios en los círculos hippies de San Francisco y Los Ángeles en la década de 1960.

El matrimonio formado por John y Vera Richter abrió por primera vez su cafetería de alimentos crudos Eutropheon en 1917 y durante su vida recibió a miles de clientes y enseñó a mucha gente a preparar delicias crudas como pan secado al sol, ensaladas, aliños, sopas, bebidas y muchas otras alternativas saludables a la cocina típica de Los Ángeles de los años 1920-1940.

A las populares conferencias de John asistieron muchos jóvenes entusiastas de la salud, que más tarde se convirtieron en conocidos profesores y autores de salud y el libro de recetas de Vera fue el precursor de muchos de los modernos libros de recetas de comida saludable.

Algunos de los jóvenes empleados del Eutropheon eran estadounidenses que habían adoptado la imagen y la filosofía alemanas de los Naturmensch y los principios de la Lebensreform, llevaban el pelo y la barba largos y se alimentaban exclusivamente de frutas y verduras crudas. Los Nature Boys procedían de toda América, pero solían ir al sur de California. Algunos de los conocidos eran Gypsy Jean, eden ahbez, Maximilian Sikinger, Bob Wallace, Emile Zimmerman, Gypsy Boots, Buddy Rose, Fred Bushnoff y Conrad. Esto fue décadas antes de los Beats o los Hippies y su influencia fue muy importante. En On The Road, Kerouac señaló que, de paso por Los Ángeles en el verano de 1947, vio de vez en cuando a un santo Nature Boy con barba y sandalias.

Siete de los Nature Boys de California en Topanga Canyon, agosto de 1948. Fueron la primera generación de estadounidenses en adoptar la filosofía y la imagen naturmensch, viviendo en las montañas y durmiendo en cuevas y árboles, a veces hasta 15 de ellos a la vez. Todos habían visitado y algunos trabajaban en el Eutropheon, donde John Richter daba sus inspiradoras conferencias sobre alimentos crudos y vida natural. A veces, los chicos viajaban unos 800 km por la costa de California para recoger y comer higos frescos. (Fila de atrás: Gypsy Boots, Bob Wallace, Emile Zimmerman. Fila delantera: Fred Bushnoff, eden ahbez, Buddy Rose, ?) - (Foto cortesía de Gypsy Boots.)

Portada del cancionero Nature Boy, eden ahbez, 1948. Nacido en el seno de una familia judía pobre con 13 hijos hambrientos, este huérfano de Brooklyn nunca tuvo que preocuparse de dónde saldría el dinero tras el éxito de su canción número 1, que hizo famosa a Nat King Cole.

Pero en la primavera de 1948 eden ahbez se convirtió en una personalidad reconocida internacionalmente cuando su canción Nature Boy fue grabada por Nat King Cole. Las fotos y la historia de eden y su esposa Anna aparecieron en las revistas Life, Time y Newsweek de ese año.

Nacido en Brooklyn, Nueva York, el 15 de abril de 1908, ahbez había cruzado Estados Unidos a pie cuatro veces, saltado trenes de mercancías y vivido en una cueva del cañón Tahquitz antes de escribir su canción número 1, que estuvo 15 semanas en las listas de éxitos.

La canción era en parte autobiográfica, pero también un guiño a su mentor alemán Bill Pester, 23 años mayor que él y Nature Boy desde hacía décadas cuando Eden se encontró con él en el valle de Coachella, al sur de California.

Maximillian Sikinger, otro de los Nature Boys, nació en Augsberg (Alemania) en 1913 y pasó la mayor parte de su infancia y juventud viviendo en la naturaleza y los alrededores de varias ciudades europeas. A través de sus vagabundeos, contactos personales y vida al aire libre, desarrolló un gran interés por diversos aspectos de la curación natural: nutrición, cura de agua, ayuno, baños de asiento, respiración profunda y sol.

El Chico de la Naturaleza, Maximillian Sikinger, en su casa de las montañas de Santa Mónica, 1946. Max abandonó Alemania en 1935 y se trasladó al sur de California, donde inspiró a muchos niños estadounidenses a convertirse en Nature Boys. En la década de 1960 era habitual encontrarlo en los festivales y conciertos de música pop y muchos hippies de Topanga lo consideraban un gurú.

Max salió de Europa en 1935 a los 22 años, llegó a Estados unidos y finalmente se dirigió al oeste, a California, donde viajó con los Nature Boys que valoraban mucho sus ideas introspectivas y filosóficas. Los viajes por todo el mundo de Maximillian y su accidentado pasado le habían proporcionado una profunda visión de muchos de los enigmas de la vida.

Pero el Nature Boy que pasó la antorcha de la vieja era (hacia 1930-40) a la generación hippie de 1960 fue Gypsy Boots.

Nacido en San Francisco en 1916, de padres judíos rusos, Boots creció en el área de San Francisco, donde dejó la escuela a una edad temprana para viajar y vivir una vida cerca de la naturaleza. Conoció a Maximillian en la playa de Kelley's Cove en 1935 y fue entonces cuando su vida empezó a cambiar. Boots señaló en su autobiografía que: “Fue con Max con quien experimenté por primera vez con el ayuno y las dietas especiales y también aprendí mucho sobre el yoga”.

En los años 40 Boots vivía en el Cañón Tahquitz con todos los Nature Boys, bañándose en el agua fresca de la montaña, comiendo frutas y verduras, durmiendo en rocas o cuevas, haciendo senderismo y vendiendo productos en Palm Springs.

En 1953 se casó con Lois Bloemker, se instaló cerca de Griffith Park en Los Ángeles y tuvo 3 hijos. En 1958 abrió su Health Hut en Hollywood, que fue un gran éxito, y poco después comenzó su carrera como serio profesor de salud y ejemplo de vida saludable.

A principios de la década de 1960 apareció en el programa de Steve Allen más de 25 veces ante una audiencia de unos 25 millones de hogares. Steve Allen había creado el programa Tonight y luego comenzó su propio programa con invitados como Elvis Presley, Jack Kerouac, Frank Zappa y la banda psicodélica Blue Cheer.

Cuando los Beatles y los Rolling Stones llegaron a Los Ángeles a mediados de la década de 1960, sus peinados a lo budín parecían mansos en comparación con la banda de rock local The Seeds, que llevaba el pelo hasta los hombros, gracias a la influencia de Gypsy Boots y los suyos. El cantante de The Seeds, Sky Saxon, vegetariano, había inventado un nuevo tipo de música: ... Flower Punk. Incluso Jimi Hendrix asistió en primera fila a un concierto de The Seeds y los Doors actuaron como teloneros en una gira de The Seeds.

Cuando empezaron los Love-In en Griffith Park en 1966, algunos de los Flower Children que experimentaban con ácido Owsley miraron hacia los grandes árboles para ver a Gypsy Boots balanceándose y trepando de rama en rama, exclamando entonces “qué prueba ese tipo.... ¡Me encantaría probarlo!” Pero la psicodelia de Boots siempre era provocada por el sol y alimentos como los higos y las uvas, así como su régimen de ejercicio físico.

En los festivales pop de Monterey y Newport de 1967 y 1968, Boots actuó como artista de pago junto a artistas como Grateful Dead, Ravi Shankar, The Jefferson Airplane y The Jimi Hendrix Experience.

Dos de sus mayores admiradores fueron Mama Cass Elliot, de The Mamas And Papas, y Carolyn (Mountain Girl) García, esposa de Jerry García.

Edición alemana de un raro single Capitol 45 de 1968, We're Having A Lovin-In, grabado por California Nature Boy Gypsy Boots.

Los mejor informados también coinciden en que la influencia de Boots ayudó a inspirar a miembros de varias bandas de rock de Los Ángeles a hacerse vegetarianos, en particular Randy California de Spirit y Arthur Lee de Love, así como Sky Saxon de The Seeds. Mickey Dolenz, el miembro más alocado del cuarteto de pop televisivo The Monkeys, también era fan de Boots, mientras que Frank Zappa apareció en la película de culto Mondo Hollywood (1968) con Boots y debían de ser los dos únicos tipos barbudos de pelo largo de Los Ángeles que predicaban una filosofía de “nada de drogas” a finales de 1960.

La escena del surf prefiguró el periodo hippie durante al menos una década con muchas características comunes. Este surf-sedan fue pintado de psicodélico en 1962 en Oahu, Hawaii, media década antes del infame Verano del Amor en San Francisco.

Bohemios del surf con pelo desgreñado, perilla y estilo de vida vegetariano montaban sus tablas de secoya en olas poco concurridas a principios de 1950 en la zona de Malibú. La escena surfera de finales de los 1950 en California y Hawai fue precursora de la contracultura que comenzó en 1964 e incluía componentes como el pelo largo, los alimentos naturales, los viajes a México, la música psicodélica, vivir al aire libre, un vocabulario único, una postura antiautoritaria y destinos de viajes por todo el mundo. Una banda de surf llamada The Gamblers tuvo un éxito titulado Moon Dawg en 1960 y la cara B era la canción LSD 25. Dick Dale, el indiscutible rey de la guitarra surf, tuvo un éxito con Let's Go Trippin en 1961, que más tarde grabaron los Beach Boys (1964). Rick Griffin, famoso artista de surf, se convirtió más tarde en un respetado artista hippie.

En la costa Este de Estados Unidos, los profesores Timothy Leary, Richard Alpert (Ram Dass) y Ralph Metzner estaban ocupados a principios de los 60 con sus investigaciones psicodélicas, primero en la Universidad de Harvard y después en la finca Millbrook de Nueva York. No tardaron en reconocer la fuerte correlación entre los arquetipos inducidos por el L.S.D. y los numerosos antecedentes que ya habían expresado científicos, artistas y escritores germánicos del siglo XX.

El LSD fue sintetizado por primera vez en 1938 por el Dr. Albert Hoffmann en Suiza. En otoño de 1963, el Dr. Leary y su colega, el Dr. Metzner, de origen alemán, publicaron un artículo en su revista trimestral The Psychedelic Review titulado: “Hermann Hesse: Poeta del Viaje Interior”. Aunque las novelas de Hesse Siddhartha (1922) y Steppenwolf (1927) se publicaron en Alemania muchas décadas antes de los años sesenta, ellos las consideraban la literatura psicodélica más importante disponible. En parte gracias a la influencia de este artículo, estas dos novelas vendieron millones en la década de 1960 y viajaron en las mochilas de toda una generación. ¡Casi todos los hippies leían a Hesse!

En 1964 Leary, Alpert y Metzner publicaron su libro de referencia La experiencia psicodélica, que rápidamente fue calificado como la biblia del movimiento hippie. En la introducción incluyeron un homenaje al psicólogo suizo Dr. Carl Jung, que se había comprometido con la visión interior de la percepción interna. El Dr. Jung, que había residido en la comuna de Ascona (1900), había sido testigo de primera mano de muchos rituales de purificación espiritual que incluían ayuno, dieta y caminatas excesivas, que a veces podían inducir una excitación de tipo psicodélico.

Herbst (Otoño), boceto mural de Fidus, 1934 (Nótese el símbolo de la paz en la parte superior)

Con el florecimiento de la década de 1960, el símbolo de la paz (utilizado por Fidus ya en 1934) se convirtió en un icono familiar en obras de arte y grafitis... mientras que el carro Volkswagen se convirtió en el símbolo por excelencia del transporte e incluso del estilo de vida hippie. El carro fue creado y diseñado en 1949 por técnicos de la generación Wandervögel.

El Nature Boy eden ahbez participó en las grabaciones de Pet Sounds de los Beach Boys en 1966. Y aunque la popularidad de los Beatles alcanzó su cenit absoluto en 1968 -.... -, la mayoría de sus fans no sabían que la banda de Liverpool, antaño desaliñada, tuvo su primera gran oportunidad tocando en clubes de Hamburgo, Alemania, en 1960. Los cuatro muchachos ingleses con el pelo engominado al estilo de la década de 1950 cambiaron radicalmente su imagen y sus peinados después de conocer a Klaus Voorman y a otros estudiantes de arte alemanes que llevaban el pelo largo y desgreñado con flequillo. George Harrison dijo que la fotógrafa alemana Astrid Kirchherr inventó a los Beatles con su cámara dándoles consejos sobre cómo vestir y posar y capturando sus imágenes en algunas de las primeras sesiones fotográficas que hoy tienen un valor incalculable.

Como profundo agradecimiento a sus fieles fans alemanes, los Beatles grabaron más tarde Komm gib Mir Deine Hand (Quiero coger tu mano) y Sie Liebt Dich (Ella te quiere) cantando en alemán.

Klaus Voorman diseñó la portada y dibujó las ilustraciones del emblemático álbum de los Beatles Revolver (1966). La época alemana de los Beatles puede verse en el vídeo Backbeat (1994). La música psicodélica se hizo famosa a partir de la feroz banda británica llamada The Yardbirds (1963-1968), entre cuyos guitarristas principales estaban Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck y Jimmy Page. Prácticamente todos los grupos de heavy, desde Jimi Hendrix y Cream hasta Black Sabbath y Van Halen, utilizaron la fórmula inventada por The Yardbirds.

Nature Boy Gypsy Boots preparándose para el Newport Pop Festival en agosto de 1968. Nacido en San Francisco en 1916, fue el eslabón vivo más importante entre los antiguos Naturmensch y los Flower Children de los años sesenta. Fue artista de pago en muchos conciertos junto a artistas como Grateful Dead, Jimi Hendrix o Jefferson Airplane, pero llevaba viviendo el estilo de vida hippie salvaje en la Naturaleza desde la década de 1930 (Foto cortesía de Gypsy Boots).

Tras el fin de la década de 1960 y el alba de 1970 se puede decir que nos encontramos en el momento en que más gente volvió a la tierra que en ningún otro periodo del siglo XX.

Este surfista californiano y su novia fueron algunos de los jóvenes que se fueron a vivir a la intemperie en la naturaleza a finales de 1960 y principios de 1970, sobre todo en California, Hawai y partes de Europa. Esta forma más radical de comunitarismo era una repetición de lo que habían hecho antes los Wandervögel y los Naturmensch unos 60 años antes en Alemania y Suiza (Taylor Park, Kauai, Hawaii, 1971)

El primer Día de la Tierra se celebró el 22 de abril de 1970 y, más tarde, en julio de 1972, tuvo lugar el primer Encuentro Arcoíris cerca del lago Granby, en Colorado. Comenzó como un encuentro de sanación con participantes espirituales amantes de la naturaleza, y según Michael John, coordinador del Arcoíris desde hace mucho tiempo: “Nuestras raíces están en los festivales paganos de la Edad Media y en la época después de Cristo, cuando la forma de celebrar el verano y nuestra unión estaba aquí, algo nos ha llamado a ese recuerdo, para darnos la oportunidad de volver a experimentarlo. Creo que el Encuentro Arcoíris no es más que el resurgimiento de los antiguos Festivales” (People Of The Rainbow de Michael Niman-1997).

También a principios de la década de 1970 muchos hippies de California y Hawaii abrazaron la forma más radical de habitar la tierra... viviendo en cuevas (y a veces en casas en los árboles) en la naturaleza, al estilo nativo. La mayoría de los grandes cursos de agua del sur de California, como Tahquitz, Deep Creek, Sespe y el río Big Sur, tenían jóvenes habitantes de cuevas en sus cañones.

Era un eco de los Naturmensch y Wandervögel con sus salvajes incursiones estacionales en los Alpes y más al sur en Italia, unos 50 años antes... y de Bill Pester que llegó a California en 1906 para vivir en la Naturaleza.

Los Ferals del Este de Australia son otro eslabón actual de la cadena de jóvenes que han abandonado el urbanismo y regresado a las zonas boscosas, donde viven principalmente en tipis nómadas en la región de Nimbin/Byron, en Nueva Gales del Sur, que a veces alcanzan los 10.000 habitantes.

A mediados de la década de 1990 había hasta 10.000 ferales viviendo en los bosques del Este de Australia, muchos de ellos en la región que rodea Nimbin y Byron Bay, en Nueva Gales del Sur. Casi todos estos jóvenes de la Generación X proceden de grandes ciudades como Sydney y Melbourne y son un eco contemporáneo de los Naturmensch alemanes y de los movimientos juveniles estadounidenses de la década de 1960.

Cuando terminó la época de esplendor de 1960, mucha gente empezó a buscar nuevas formas de mantener la claridad y la salud, y se pasaron al yoga, la dieta pura, la meditación, el senderismo, el activismo medioambiental, etc.

Fred Hirsch, el hombre que publicó los libros del profesor Arnold Ehret durante más de 50 años en su oficina de Beaumont, California, fue el anfitrión de muchas cabezas psicodélicas que se habían pasado a la terapia solar durante la década de 1970 para mantener sus subidones, así como una fuerte conexión con el reino vegetal.

El Partido Verde nació en Alemania a finales de la década de 1970 como resultado de los movimientos antinucleares de la década de 1950 en Europa y más tarde se extendió a otras partes del mundo, incluido Estados Unidos.

Fruhlingsodem de Fidus, 1893

Durante un breve periodo en la década de 1980, el estilo de vida hippie parecía pasado de moda, pero resurgió con fuerza en la década de 1990. Aunque los medios de comunicación tienden a anacronizar a los jóvenes hippies, a los arcoíris y a los ecologistas como vestigios de la década de 1960, cualquiera puede ver, mirando las fotos que acompañan a este artículo, que el hippismo es en realidad una subcultura perenne... tan antigua como los primeros humanos que caminaron erguidos y tan nueva como los más de 30.000 miembros del sitio Hip-Planet.

Por eso los hippies nunca desaparecerán... porque siempre han estado aquí.

Gordon Kennedy es el autor de Children of the Sun, un libro sobre los orígenes del movimiento hippie en Alemania y las ideas que introdujeron en Estados Unidos a principios del siglo XX.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi! I saw that your Requests are open so I’m here to request headcanons on the Blueycapsules Kids (Evan,Boseman kids,Fritz) reaction towards meeting Grandparent animatronic Y/N?

Imma add Susie here too ^^

........

Evan/CC/[REDACTED] Afton

He reacts the same way at first: just crying, panicking, and trying to stay as far away from you as possible.

Ironically he has a plushie of you at home, which he brings to the diner one day (once he feels brave enough) to show you it.

If you don’t make any sudden movements when near him, he’ll slowly warm up to you, even hanging around you to avoid Michael.

He talks about a k-pop group he likes and shows you their music.

You don't think you, Fredbear, or Spring can sing in Korean. 

But you just listen to him anyway, happy to see him smiling instead of crying for once.

Fritz Valentino

This young Italian has both eyes of gold and a heart of gold!

He’s just so sweet, though he talks a mile a minute so it’s hard to keep up sometimes.

Regardless, you listen to his stories anyways and ask him questions.

The knife he keeps with him makes you nervous (about his own safety rather than yours).

He admits to being afraid of Foxy--a secret he never likes telling anyone--and he worries you’re mad about it.

But you reassure him that he’s a kind and bold sailor just like him.

Someday you’ll introduce him to the fox. Only when he’s ready.

Jerry, Gabriel, & Cassidy Boseman

This mischievous trio was always pulling pranks on William.

But one day you stepped in like “hey kids let’s not do that”. Not bc you care for William but bc you didn’t want him getting angry at them.

They initially dislike you, with Jerry going up to you all snarky like “what’s a dumb ol’ bot gonna do? Stop me?”

“Yes, actually.” And you proceed to take his wrist and dangle him up in the air.

You’ve immediately won their respect.

As they visit the pizzeria more often, you find them to be pretty cool. Like with Gabe rambling about his band or Cassidy telling you some “fortune” she read.

And, of course, Jerry clings to you all the time and demands piggy back rides. You can’t refuse.

At least you kept them off William’s back.

Susie Denver

From afar you’ve seen this sweet girl forming a close friendship with Elizabeth, hanging out at the pizzeria often.

You noticed how happier the latter seemed ever since the diner incident. She used to despise you for not stopping it but now she’s been talking to you again.

One day you come up to Susie and tell her that Liz appreciates her more than she knows, and she smiles.

“Yeah! I’m sure she does. I’m really glad to be her friend.”

Whenever she brings Thumbtack to the pizzeria he’s excited to see you, which assures Susie that if he trusts you, she can too.

[intomusings]

﹒﹒   male   names   masterlist     !

in honor of my third milestone on here ( thank you sm ) , i’ve decided to release a master list of 400+male names i personally love and think could be used more in the community . this was also requested by a few anons and names will be added to the list frequently . the names are sorted by first letter but not alphabetically within each letter category . if you found this useful , feel free to like or reblog to spread this !

A : alston, ander, adamo, alex, austen, ace, arian, adrian, atlas, augustus, axel, archer, angel, archie, aaron, abel, asher, amir, adriel, andrew, ace, alejandro, arlo, adonis, atticus, abram, ambrose. 

B : bryce, bryson, benji, bellamy, banks, bear, beau, bentley, barrett, brody, brayden, bennett, braxton, bowen, briggs, baker, bruce, benson, bristol, boston, brycen, bryant, brock, brendan, bruno, byron, braden, bronson, braeson.

C : colton, cartier, cyrus, caleb, carter, cedric, carson, cohen, calvin, callum, casper, caspius, chase, cole, connor, camden, colt, caden, cash, crew, chance, clayton, cruz, cairo, corbin, colson, cesar, clark. 

D : damon, damien, darren, dylan, dominic, declan, dean, dario, drew, dimitri, dakota, dawson, daxton, dante, desmond, denver, dax, deacon, drake, derrick, darius, duke, deandre, dash, dilan, dayton, duncan, dior. 

E : eduardo, edward, elias, emilien, evan, easton, everett, emmett, enzo, ezra, elliot, emmanuel, ezekial, elias, emerson, eric, emory, edwin, elian, esteban, edison, emir, everest, eliseo, everley.

F : florencio, flynn, fabio, forester, francis, flynn, fallon, finn, finnick, felix, fernando, finnegan, fabian, ford, forbes, fletcher, fisher, fox, fitz, flint, fulton. 

G : giovanni, gage, gomez, grayson, griffin, grant, graham, gavin, grant, gianni, gunner, gideon, gregory, grey, gustavo, guillermo, gentry, gadiel, gabriel. 

H : halton, herman, holden, hayes, hudson, hayden, harrison, harlow, harvey, hugo, hank, henley, holland, hamza, hugh, houston, hakeem. 

I : isaac, icarius, idris, ian, ivan, isaiah, ismael, ilan, irvin, iain. 

J : julian, juniper, joao, joaquim, jordan, jaxton, joshua, josiah, javier, jayden, justin, jonah, jace, jasper, jay, jj, jackson, jeremiah, judah, joel, jensen, jaylen, jonas, jamal. 

K : kai, kolton, kaleb, klaus, kyrie, kingston, kayden, king, kobe, knox, kyler, kaden, khalil, kane, killian, keegan, kian, kamden, kieran, keanu, kyland, kareem, kasen, 

L : liam, lukas, logan, lucien, lawrence, leo, leighton, leon, lindell, lamar, latrell, larson, lance, levi, luke, landon, luca, lincoln, landon, lorenzo, london, lennox, leonel, lawson, luciano, layton, lux, leroy, lamar. 

M : micaiah, mateo, marcell, manny, mac, malcolm, mckay, meechie, matias, mason, maverick, mitch, murphy, miles, malachi, maddox, marshall, malik, moses, marvin, milo. 

N : noah, nicolai, nasir, nico, nash, neymar, naveen, nehemiah, nixon, nelson, nigel, niles, nolyn, namir. 

O : orlando, ozzy, oliver, omar, orion, otto, odin, otis, oskar, osvaldo, owen. 

P : peyton, parker, pearce, prince, preston, porter, pierre, penn, patton, paxton, paolo, pope, percy. 

Q : quentin, quinn, quint, quang. 

R : roman, rowan, reid, riggs, reece, rafael, ryland, roland, ronan, rhett, rhys, rory, rainer, roscoe, rocco, ryder, ryker, remington, russell, romeo, raiden, ruben, ridge, rex, rudy, remy. 

S : sawyer, spencer, salem, salvatore, stefan, samson, sebastian, samuel, santiago, silas, sutton, sterling, sully, sergio, seth, santino, santibel, soren, saint, samir, saul, sal, santos, slater, santino. 

T : tyson, tyrin, taylor, teagan, tobias, troye, tristan, tucker, theo, torrento, tanner, travis, tripp, trenton, trey, tomas, talon, thad, terrance, teddy. 

U : uriel, ulysesses, umar, urbane, uri, ursel, usher. 

V : valencio, victor, valence, valentino, vance, victor, vaughn, vincent, virgil, vernon, vander, vito, vero, villard. 

W : wick, walker, weston, wyatt, wolfgang, wells, wilder, wesley, walter, warren, wade, winston, watson, wiley, waylen. 

X : xavier, xander, xane, xavion, xavi, xiomar, xackery, xan. 

Y : yosef, yosan, york, yasir, yoel, yuri, yannis.

Z : zane, zakhar, zavier, zion, zahir, zev, zeus, zacharias.

[weirdoinaband]

UHHHH. IF ANYONE WANTS TO LIKE... REQUEST READER INSERT FOR BLUEYCAPSULES IM HERE!!!

I kinda suck at writing, but my friends think I'm good... so I guess I can post x reader on Tumblr. I'll do just about anyone from any volume for any reader. Heres a list I guess:

1. 🇬🇧 William Afton/Dave Miller 🇨🇱

2. Henry Emily

3. Boss Boseman

4. Phillip 'Gee'

5. CEO (I MEAN MAYBE... IF I CAN GET HIS CHARACTER RIGHT FOR ONCE)

6. Chauncey Bohner-Focker

7. Micheal Afton

8. Jeremy Fitzgerald

9. Joan Mudruga

10. Gabriel Boseman 🍀

11. Cassidy Boseman

12. Fritz Valentino 🇮🇹

13. I might even do the animatronics for like no reason... :/

.

Random Exsamples Of Platonic Stuff

1. Boseman Kids

2. Jerry Boseman

3. Susie Denver

Uhhhhh. I'm a minor... sooooooooooo... no NSFW. I might make dirty jokes, but that's it. I would feel weird writing NSFW for anyone. But uhhhh... otherwise request whatever your heart desires (yandere even. Idc)

- Izzy ;)

[arachnidae]

Leaving Lepidoptera, welcome to our system blog!

All alters:

🦇 Scott - Host [He/they/þei]

💙 McNasty - Co-host [He/that/it/þei]

⌛ Aaron [He/they/il]

💤 22 [He/she]

🔆 Amadeus [He/him]

💔 Austin/Alex [He/him]

👹 Az [They/it/he]

🏳️‍🌈 B [She/her]

🐃 Babe [He/fae/kit]

🤖 Barbatos [He/him]

👽 Bryan [He/they/she]

🏙️ Cabana [He/they/none]

🧟 Cesare [He/ze/zom]

🍋 Citrón [They/them]

🫐 Claude - Dormant [He/him]

🌷 Dahlia [She/her]

🧿 Dan [They/them]

🍑 Darla [She/they/phe]

📷 Denise [They/them]

💎 Denver [He/him]

💫 Devo [He/it/any]

🧠 Dog [God/it/he]

💸 Dusty [He/they]

🎶 Elbertson [He/him]

🦪 Epitaph [They/them]

💣 Eustace [All]

🔪 Gabe - Aggressive [He/it]

👨‍⚖‍ Gabriel - Primary Protector [None]

🐺 Gayle [She/it]

💉 Gaiman [He/him]

🍟 Gene [He/they/bun]

🦋 Geon [They/none]

🧵 Gerty [He/him]

🍝 Gev [He/it/il/lui] - Can translate French

👼 Gonzie [He/it]

🤓 Griffin [He/him]

🤡 Heehoo [He/that/they]

🎩 Herman [It/she/he]

🌩️ Hickory [He/it/that/they/x/xe]

📻 Holiday/Hollie [He/she]

🪙 Igor [It/he]

🐏 Innocence [It/its] - Speaks Latin

❄️ Jack [He/him]

🕰️ Jax [He/they]

🐙 Jen [She/xe]

🔱 Jonah [It/its]

🐍 Janus/Dante - Dormant [He/they/she]

🦖 Joy [She/her]

🏵️ Joseung [Saja/he/it/mort/mortis/meu/muerte/dea/death/bone/bones]

😈 Judas [He/him]

🗡 Killian [They/he/it/that/ir]

🪓 Krampus/Eliezer [He/it]

🦁 Lio [None]

🌽 Maizey [She/her]

🕔 Mare [He/him]

🌘 Marie [She/her]

🥨 Michael [He/him]

🐈 Mittens [He/they]

🍄 Morell [They/them]

💾 Moth [Any]

🩻 Mr. Capgras [She/he]

🏴‍☠️ John Silver [Il/lui] - Speaks French

☎️ Neil [He/him]

🐳 Neuro [She/it]

👩‍🎤 Neo [They/them]

📜 No Man [He/they]

🕯️Oleander [He/him]

🍃 Orlin [He/him]

🍒 Osborne [He/they]

🩸 Oveja [He/they/blood]

👁 Pedro [He/they/it]

👣 Porsche [She/her]

🦴 Ptera [He/it/they]

❤️ Red [It/its/centi/centipede]

❤️‍🔥 Rowan [He/they/it]

🦠 Sadsack [He/they]

🍎 Saffron [He/they]

🐉 Sasha [She/her]

🚭 Shen [He/him]

🐐Sicily [She/they]

💐 Séamus [He/they]

✂️ Scissors [They/it]

🗺️ Silas [He/fae]

💀 Stanley [He/him]

🐮 Steve [He/they]

💡 Stauber [He/she]

🍊 Sullivan [They/them]

♣️ Svetlana [He/him]

🧙‍♂‍ Teah [He/she/they]

🌠 Terrence [He/that]

🧛 Thoth [He/it] - Can translate French & Latin

🪳 Thursday [They/it/she]

☔ Tooth [They/xey]

🌿 Ulysses [It/its]

🌚 Usher [He/it]

🍉 Veloc [He/they/she]

🎭 Venetius [He/they/she]

🌋 Vezu [He/it]

🥐 Wallace [He/fae]

🪦 Wendy [He/him]

🕷️ Widowling [He/it/spider]

🍔 Will [He/they]

🪱 Worms [She/it]

👻 Yorick [None]

Please note that some of us do not speak English. There are alters that speak Latin and alters that speak French. Even our more volatile alters deserve respect and a safe space. Please respect our pronouns. The emojis are used to signal who made the post or reblogged a post. There's also a large number of us not listed, some choose not to use the blog or don't update with a chosen emoji since there's only so many. Many of us are not human, so some things may be odd. The littles in our system have not been listed and are not allowed to interact with the blog.

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[hockeylvr59]

Not the Only Option Part 3 || Tyson Barrie

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: Thanks to the wonderful group of ladies that helped me kind of sort this part out a few months back. I finally got around to writing it and while I’m sure I changed it quite a bit, I think there are still some elements we talked about. There’s probably only going to be maybe one more part to this if people are interested...but for the record, the executive decision had been made that Tyson will not be traded for purposes of this story. 

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2,477 

~~~~

Shortly after your surprise to tell Tyson you were pregnant, Gabe and Mel had revealed that they were also expecting. The Avs were going to have two hockey babies right around the same time and it had spirits bright as the team focused on the race to the playoffs. 

Sadly, the season ended once again without the cup. As summer began, the four of you had been out for dinner together, chatting about life in general and the babies. You were right at 20 weeks pregnant now, your bump on full display and Tyson had mentioned you having an ultrasound to find out the baby’s sex in just a few days. 

“Wait...you’re not doing a gender reveal?” Gabe inquired and you sent him a look like ‘why is that even necessary.’ 

“No...we’re just going to find out. We don’t need to do a big reveal.” You insisted, Tyson nodding in agreement from beside you. The two of you had talked about it at length but it just felt right that it was something for the two of you to share together without anyone else. 

“But...but no.” Gabe insisted. “You have to do a reveal.” He seemed so offended at the thought of the whole thing being downplayed and you just shook your head, looking at Mel to tone her husband back just a bit. Out of the group of you, Gabe was definitely the most rambunctious one, Tyson could be, but at the same time lately, he seemed to enjoy just keeping things simple and taking every moment as it came. 

“Oh come on!” Gabe insisted. “You know a reveal would be more fun. Plus…” He trailed off his voice becoming slightly whiny. “Everyone is going their separate ways for the summer and this would be a great way to kick that off.” 

Glancing at Tyson, you sighed. You really didn’t want this to be a big thing...the announcement itself had been that, but you didn’t think Gabe was going to let it go until you had agreed to let him plan something. 

The look on Gabe’s face when you finally agreed to let him plan something for that weekend told you that there was no way this was going to be anything but big. 

_____

Two days later you found yourself back at your doctor’s office for another appointment and ultrasound. You’d told the doctor that Gabe had insisted that you not be told the sex of the baby and since you and Mel had the same doctor she just laughed knowing that was very much like Gabriel Landeskog. 

After the doctor took all of your measurements, assuring you that everything seemed to be on track, she pulled out the ultrasound machine and instructed you to lift up your shirt so that she could spread the cold gel onto your bump. With Tyson sitting beside you, you felt yourself already tearing up at the thought of seeing your child. 

The moment the image flickered onto the screen, the tears fell from your eyes because the baby looked absolutely perfect. As she did her examination, the doctor pointed out the baby’s head, feet, and hands. Seeing your baby’s nose, it’s tiny fingers moving around on the screen was incredible and you were falling more and more in love by the second. 

“Let’s see if we can get baby to give Mr. Landeskog its sex…” Your doctor declared and as she moved the wand she started to turn the screen away from you and Tyson. However, in the same moment, the baby shifted inside of you and before the screen was fully pointed away you were able to get just enough of a glance and even with that one glance it was obvious. 

“Tys...it’s a boy.” You found yourself murmuring and the smile on your doctor’s face immediately assured you that you were right. Turning the screen back to you she chuckled.

“I guess Gabe didn’t count on your son being a showoff now did he.” She joked and though you heard her, you were focused on the expression on Tyson’s face as he now saw for himself the ultrasound that showed that your assessment of it being a boy was very much supported by a certain physical attribute. 

“A boy…” Tyson breathed and suddenly he was crying as well. “We’re having a son!” 

This was exactly what you had wanted the moment to be from the start and mentally you praised your little boy for one-upping his uncle Gabe already. As the doctor finished up the ultrasound, Tyson kissed you and you couldn’t help but brush your thumb over his cheek, wiping away the tear tracks. 

“Are you excited?” You asked him and he nodded, his forehead pressed to yours gently in an intimate gesture. 

“I would have been excited either way...but a little boy y/n...I almost can’t believe it. I thought it was a girl for sure.” That was the first time Tyson had admitted to you what he had thought the baby was and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“I had a feeling it was a boy.” You admitted. 

Your moment was broken as the doctor handed you paper towels to clean the excess gel off of your stomach. She handed you the envelope with the baby’s sex ‘for Gabe’ and declared that your pictures would be printed up at the front desk and to schedule your next appointment for in a month. You’d already decided that you would be coming to and from Denver throughout the summer so that you didn’t have to find another doctor so you made a mental note to schedule the appointment around the plans you and Tyson already had. 

As you left the office hand in hand with Tyson, you couldn’t help the smile that was on your face. 

“Guess we have to work on our surprise looks.” You teased, knowing that you couldn’t just come out and tell Gabe that you knew. Not when Mel had constantly been texting you with all of the things Gabe had been putting together for this party. Leaning against the side of his car, Tyson kissed you, his hand falling to rest over your bump. 

“I guess so.” He murmured. “I’m glad we found out this way for real though.” He admitted and you nodded. Now you could bask in the knowledge secretly for a few days just the two of you before the whole world found out. 

“Best of both worlds for sure.” You agreed. 

___

The sun was shining in Denver as you made your way up the driveway of Gabe and Mel’s house for your baby reveal party. The moment you stepped through the door, you could tell that half of the team was already here, the sounds of boisterous boys spilling in from the backyard. 

As Tyson made his way through to join them, you found Mel and some of the other better halves in the kitchen. 

“What can I do to help?” You asked, leaning against the counter, the bottle of non-alcoholic wine Tyson had found you now resting there. At the sound of your voice, Mel immediately looked up, moving to hug you, both of your baby bumps meeting in the middle causing you to laugh. 

“There she is!” She exclaimed. “You can do nothing because today is all about you.” She immediately declared garnering the support of everyone else. “Well and this beautiful boy or girl of course.” She added, sending you a wink. The house was covered in a mix of blue and pink decorations and it certainly looked like a party store had exploded. 

“Fine...at least hand me a few glasses and a corkscrew so I can open our little treat.” You insisted, showing her the bottle. “Just as good as the real stuff but no one can yell at us.” You declared smiling. 

“Okay fine...ooo wine.” Mel agreed and upon pouring her a glass you quickly handed it over to her. 

“It’s not quite as good as real wine, but...it’s close enough.” You declared, sipping from your own glass. It was enough to give you the taste of it and was certainly better than the stuff you usually found in the grocery store. Within moments, you were being handed a plate of food by EJ’s girl and you thanked her before popping a cherry tomato into your mouth. 

“How are you feeling, are you ready to find out?” Ryan Graves’s girlfriend asked as she bustled about the kitchen with whatever task Mel had given her. 

“Feeling good. Little one is becoming more and more active by the day. I’m thinking it will only be a few more weeks before Tys can feel the kicks.” Even after just a day or so it was already hard to censor yourself from alluding to the fact that you knew it was a boy. You were well aware that if you slipped you could just play it off but still, it was better safe than sorry. You hadn’t realized that you hadn’t answered the second part of the question until Mel was looking over at you with an eagle eye. Double-checking to ensure that her husband wasn’t lurking nearby she whispered softly. 

“You already know don’t you?” The look on your face immediately gave away that you did and you blushed softly as she teasingly scolded you. 

“It’s not my fault he takes after Tyson…” You threw back, before slapping a hand over your mouth. All of the ladies in earshot let out a gasp before busting out into a round of laughter. “Doctor tried to hide it but he shifted at the same time and it was just there. I’m not stupid.” You defended. 

“A boy,” Mel whispered to you excitedly and when you nodded she squealed before wrapping you into another tight hug. “I hope you’re planning to play along for my husband’s sake but I’m so happy for you two. I’m glad you got what you wanted.” Mel truly was the sweetest and you were so grateful to have someone going through this with you. Already you knew that your babies were going to be best friends. Especially because when you were belly to belly like this, you could feel even more movement from your son. 

“We fully plan on playing along but Tyson may be out there extorting some money from your men.” You teased. “Also. If I haven’t said this before...our babies are going to be best friends because this little one is going crazy right now.” Mel laughed insisting that Tyson had every right to extort some money from Gabe and that she was absolutely down for our kids to be just as close as their dads are. 

Soon after you were directed outside because it was a beautiful day and so topped off glass in hand you headed out to find your boyfriend, moving to perch on his lap as he chatted with his teammates. The second you joined him, Tyson’s hand fell to your bump rubbing gently. This was truly the life, being surrounded by good friends, the man you loved and with your son growing big and strong inside you. 

When EJ sat down to your left he sent you a critical look before speaking. 

“So Tys here says he thinks it’s a girl but he’ll only bet on it being a boy because that’s what you think it is….” He trailed off, his tone almost accusatory. 

“That’s because he’s a smart man EJ.” You responded. “Trusts the woman that’s actually, you know, carrying the baby.” After a moment EJ let out a huff before getting up and moving across the porch to chat with the rookie Cale Makar who looked a little bit out of place. 

A few more guys came over to make conversation about the baby and your summer plans before Gabe finally called everyone’s attention declaring that it was time to find out what the baby was. Immediately everyone started to make last-minute bets and you smirked as you kissed Tyson before plastering an unknowing and anxious face on. 

Taking your hands, Gabe tugged you out into the middle of the yard. Posted at one end was a net with five discs, one at each of the corners and one in the middle. Gabe handed you and Tyson each a stick before dumping a bucket of pucks at your feet. As he did so he explained that one of the discs was filled with a colored power based on the envelope you’d given him after the appointment and you’d find out the sex of the baby when you hit the right disc. 

“That’s fair.” You declared shrugging. “Though I’m not sure why I have a stick…” You added. 

“Because you have to participate too,” Gabe stated, his tone slightly annoyed like it was obvious. 

“Um...you realize if it’s up to me, the baby will be here before I hit any of the discs.” The yard filled with laughter at your statement, mostly because everyone knew you were 100% right. You were a writer, not an athlete and there was no way you were going to be able to hit a single thing. “And so I don’t hurt the baby...maybe we just let Tys do it.” You insisted. 

“Fine,” Gabe muttered and you moved to kiss his cheek and hug him causing his smile to return. Hand on your bump you motioned for Tyson to go for it. 

“Come on. I’ve waited long enough.” You insisted, Mel sending you a wink as Tyson took the first shot, hitting the disc dead center to watch it merely break and fall to the ground. After a few more shots he had hit both discs on the right side also to no result. The top left was also the same and though you already knew you found yourself bouncing, waiting for blue powder to finally come flying through the air. 

Tyson missed the next three shots and you yelled at him to just hurry it up already. Finally, finally, he clipped just the edge of the last remaining target and the faintest puff of blue spilled out causing Mel to scream that it was a boy! As everyone around you started to cheer you watched Tyson take one more shot to actually destroy the disc before he turned to swoop you into his arms, kissing you thoroughly. 

This was a crazy group, with the craziest being Uncle Gabe, but it was a group you were so looking forward to bringing your son into the world surrounded by. 

And if Uncle Gabe never found out that his reveal was truly only for the members of the team and not mom and dad...well...that was a secret people were willing to keep. 

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Fandoms

Here you’ll find the fandoms + the characters I write for. For each fandom, I only listed the characters I’m more familiar with/that are more known, so keep in mind I might write for other characters within those fandoms as well.

I also might write for other fandoms and characters that aren’t listed, so in doubt just ask :)

In italics are my favorite characters/characters I’m most comfortable writing for. 

Remember to read the rules and happy requesting :) 

Fandoms + characters

Chronicles of Narnia

Lucy Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie

Peter Pevensie

Prince Caspian

Susan Pevensie

DC

Dark Knight Trilogy

Bruce Wayne / Batman

Jonathan Crane / Scarecrow

Selina Kyle / Catwoman

DCEU

Billy Batson

Clark Kent / Superman

Diana Prince / Wonder Woman

Freddy Freeman

Steve Trevor

The Flash

Barry Allen / Flash

Caitlin Snow / Killer Frost

Cisco Ramon

Iris West-Allen

Wally West/Kid Flash

Titans

Gar Logan / Beast Boy

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

Donna Troy / Wonder Girl

Jason Todd / Robin

Kory Anders / Starfire

Rachel Roth / Raven

Deadly Class

Marcus Arguello

Maria Salazar

Elite

Ander Muñoz

Guzmán Osuna

Nadia Shana

Samuel Domínguez

Rebeka

Valerio Montesinos

Final Fantasy VII (Remake)

Aerith Gainsborough

Biggs

Cloud Strife

Jessie

Reno Sinclair

Rude

Rufus Shinra

Sephiroth

Tseng

Tifa Lockhart

Vincent Valentine

Zack Fair

Harry Potter / Fantastic Beasts

Bill Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Newt Scamander

Nymphadora Tonks

Ron Weasley

Marauders

New Generation kids

La Casa de Papel / Money Heist

Denver

Nairobi

Rio

Sergio / Professor

Lord of the Rings / Hobbit

Aragorn

Legolas

Tauriel

Thranduil

Marvel

MCU (all movies)

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Lady Sif

Loki

Gamora

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Nebula

Peter Parker / Spiderman

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Sam Wilson / Falcon

Scott Lang / Ant-Man

Shuri

Stephen Strange / Dr. Strange

Steve Rogers / Captain America

T’Challa / Black Panter

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Thor Odinson

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

X-Men (all movies)

Alex Summers / Havoc

Bobby Drake / Iceman

Charles Xavier / Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Logan Howlett / Wolverine

Neena Thurman/Domino

Ororo Munroe / Storm

Netflix shows (all)

Elektra Natchios

Benjamin Poindexter 

Billy Russo / Jigsaw

Colleen Wing

Frank Castle / Punisher

Jessica Jones

Karen Page

Luke Cage

Matt Murdock / Daredevil

Agents of SHIELD

Al Mackenzie

Bobbi Morse

Daisy Johnson / Quake

Deke Shaw

Lance Hunter

Leo Fitz

Jemma Simmons

Melinda May

Robbie Reyes / Ghost Rider

Yo-Yo Rodriguez

Agent Carter

Peggy Carter

Daniel Sousa

Jack Thompson

Others

Fantastic Four (Susan and Johnny Storm)

Felicia Hardy / Black Cat

Gwen Stacy

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Andrew Garfield)

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Tobey Maguire)

Peaky Blinders

Ada Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Arthur Shelby

Bonnie Gold

Finn Shelby

Grace Burgess

Isaiah Jesus

John Shelby

Lizzie Stark

Luca Changretta

May Carleton

Michael Gray

Polly Gray

Tatiana Petrovna

Thomas Shelby

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Percy Jackson

Thalia Grace

Pirates of the Caribbean

Angelica Teach

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swann

Henry

Philip

Will Turner

Reign

Bothwell

Claude

Francis

Gideon Blackburn

Greer

James Stewart

Lola

Leith Bayard

Luc Narcisse

Kenna

Mary Stuart

Sebastian de Poitiers

Stéphane Narcisse

Shadowhunters 

Alec Lightwood

Clary Fairchild

Cristina Rosales

Diana Wrayburn

Diego Rosales

Emma Carstairs

Helen Blackthorn

Jace

Jaime Rosales

Jem Carstairs

Kieran

Kit

Isabelle Lightwood

Julian Blackthorn

Gabriel & Gideon Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Maia Roberts

Mark Blackthorn

Meliorn

Simon Lewis

Raphael Santiago

Tessa Gray

Ty Blackthorn

Will Herondale

SKAM

Chris P

Elias Bakkoush

Eliott (SKAM France)

Eskild Tryggvasson

Eva Mohn

Even Bech Næsheim

Isak Valtersen

Lucas (SKAM France)

Noora Amalie Sætre

Robbe (SKAM Belgium)

Sana Bakkoush

Sander (SKAM Belgium)

William Magnusson

Yousef Acar

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Armitage Hux

Ben Solo / Kylo Ren

Din Djarin / Mandalorian

Cassian Andor

Finn

Han Solo

Jyn Erso

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Poe Dameron

Rey

Teen Wolf

Allison Argent

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Jordan Parrish

Kira Yukimura

Liam Dunbar

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Clarke Griffin

Echo

Emori

Finn Collins

Jasper

John Murphy

Lexa

Luna

Monty Green

Raven Reyes

Roan

Octavia Blake

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthorne

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

The Society

Allie Pressman

Becca Gelb

Grizz Visser

Gordie

Harry Bingman

Helena

Kelly Aldrich

Sam Eliot

The Umbrella Academy

Allison Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Number Five

Vanya Hargreeves

The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson

Enzo

Jeremy Gilbert

Kai Parker

Katherine Pierce

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Lexi

Marcel Gerard

Stefan Salvatore

Rebekah Mikaelson

The Witcher

Cahir

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Others

John Proudstar / Thunderbird (The Gifted)

Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You)

Robert Fischer (Inception)

Tyrone Johnson (Cloak & Dagger)

Other fandoms I might write for depending on the request/my inspiration:

10 Things I Hate About You

1917

Black Lightning

Cloak & Dagger

Divergent

Dunkirk

Little Women

Now You See Me

Pride and Prejudice

Runaways

The 5th Wave

The Gifted

The Maze Runner

[write-for-your-life2]

Characters I will write for

My requests are open and I am bored so hear are some peeps to request .

I will usually write X readers but if you tell me who the character you want me to write with these ones, I would be happy to do so

Yancy from AHWM

Actor!Mark from ADWM,AHWM, and WKM

Dark Markiplier from WKM,ADWM, and AHWM

Illinois from AHWM

Coronel from WKM

Loki from Marvel

Klaus from TVD and TO

Elijah from TVD and TO

Kol from TVD and TO

Kate Kane from BG

Kara Denvers from SG

Barry Allen from the flash

Ralph dibney from The flash

Danny Phantom from DP

Wilford Warstache from Markiplier

Damon Salvatore from TVD

Stefan Salvatore from TVD

Jeremy Gilbert from TVD

Googlepiler from Markiplier

Abe the Detective from WKM

Celine the Seer from WKM

Adrien Agreste From ML

Gabriel Agreste from ML

Marinette Dupian-Chang from ML

Nathalie Sancoeur From ML

Use the prompts from the hashtag use these and say which prompt list please

I don’t write smut and will write gender neutral unless specificed . I hope y’all like it!!

[imperial-martian]

Fandoms

BBC Sherlock

Good Omens

The Good Doctor

To Kill a Mockingbird [ Book + Movie ]

Star Wars

Hamilton

Lucifer [ Seasons 1 - 3 ]

Marvel

Joker [ 2019 ]

Gladiator [ 2000 ]

Naruto

John Wick

007 [ Daniel Craig ]

Knives Out

Money Heist/La Casa De Papel

Domhnall Gleeson’s Characters

Keanu Reeves’ Characters

Ben Mendelsohn’s Characters

Characters

BBC Sherlock

Mycroft Holmes

James Moriarty

Gregory Lestrade

John Watson

Sherlock Holmes

Good Omens

Gabriel

Aziraphale

Crowley

The Good Doctor

Marcus Andrews

Neil Melendez

Shaun Murphy

To Kill a Mockingbird [ Book + Movie ]

Atticus Finch

Arthur “Boo” Radley

Star Wars

Armitage Hux

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Poe Dameron

Finn

Luke Skywalker [ Original + Sequels ]

Han Solo [ Original + Sequels ]

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Anikan Skywalker/Darth Vadar

Darth Maul

Boba Fett

Orson Krennic

Qui-Gon Jinn

Cassian Andor

Hamilton

George Washington

King George III

Samuel Seabury

Aaron Burr

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Hercules Mulligan

Marquis de Lafayette

Thomas Jefferson

James Madison

Charles Lee

Philip Hamilton

Lucifer

Lucifer Morningstar

Amenadiel

Marcus/Cain

Dan

Marvel

Stephan Strange

Agent Phil Coulson

Tony Stark

Steve Rodgers

Agent Everett Ross

Peter Parker

Joker [ 2019 ]

Arthur Fleck

Joker

Gladiator [ 2000 ]

Emperor Commodus

General Maximus

Naruto

Gaara

Minato

Kakashi

Naruto

Sasuke

Obito

Zabuza

John Wick

John Wick

Charon

Viggo Tarasov

Iosef Tarasov

Santino D’Antonio

007 [ Daniel Craig ]

James Bond

Knives Out

Benoit Blanc

Money Heist/La Casa De Papel

Sergio Marquina: The Professor

Andrés de Fonollosa: Berlin

Aníbal Cortés: Rio

Daniel Ramos: Denver

Domhnall Gleeson’s Characters

Armitage Hux [ Star Wars ]

Thomas McGregor [ Peter Rabbit ]

Ash Starmer [ Black Mirror (season 2, episode 1) ]

Tim Lake [ About Time ]

Caleb Smith [ Ex Machina ]

A. A. Milne [ Goodbye Christopher Robins ]

Keanu Reeves’ Characters

John Wick [ John Wick Series ]

Neo [ Matrix Series ]

Tomas Anderson [ Matrix Series ]

Ben Mendelsohn’s Characters

Orson Krennic [ Star Wars ]

Nolan Sorrento [ Ready Player One ]

Ralph Anderson [ The Outsider ]

Sheriff of Nottingham [ Robin Hood ]

Requests

Oneshots

Oneshots can typically take me anywhere from 45 minutes to a few days. I never go below 1,000 words, and I have only gone up to 4,000, however, I plan to improve and go past that. Keep in mind that when requesting oneshots they will take me some time to do, especially if I’m busy.

Example ;; Mycroft Holmes (BBC Sherlock) x Reader oneshot in which the reader is hired as Mycroft’s personal assistant. Over time, Mycroft discovers that he loves her after the reader takes a bullet for him.

Prompts

Imagines

Imagines don’t take me more than an hour usually. I keep them below 1,000 words, but typically they’re past 200 to 300 words long. When requesting these you can usually expect them to be done within in hour or so, unless I’m busy.

Example ;; Atticus Finch (TKAM) imagine where he is the readers lawyer.

Prompts

Drabbles

Drabbles take me less than 30 minutes. They’re short and always exactly 100 words. I’d usually finish this anywhere between 5 to 15 minutes.

Example ;; Gabriel (Good Omens) angst drabble.

Headcanons

Depending on the request, these may vary from a couple hours to a few days if I need ideas. I don’t have a word limit for these, however, usually they are over 7 bullet points long.

Example ;; Headcanon for President of the Hospital Marcus Andrews (The Good Doctor) who’s dating a surgeon who works for him.

Preferences

Preferences are typically pretty quick for me to do depending on which fandom and how many characters you want. No word limit.

Example ;; First kiss preference for Commodus and Maximus (Gladiator).

Aesthetics/Moodboards

Aesthetics/Moodboards are typically just a collage of photos for a character you want. It can be a character x reader collage, or even a specific character au that you want.

Example [ 1 ] ;; An Arthur Fleck (Joker) x Reader aesthetic.

Example [ 2 ] ;; An Agent! Mycroft (Sherlock) moodboard!

Ships

Ships are a small things for followers/readers to interact and ask me which characters I ship them with from a specific fandom.

Example ;; For Marvel: I have brown hair, hazel eyes and I’m 5’ 9. I love to read, write and explore. I enjoy talking to people, however, I typically get really anxious which causes my hand or legs to shake...

[xprojectrpg]

This Day in X-Project - August 31

2015: Felicia and Kevin catch up during work. Alison lets Tabby that she is glad she was able to come to the VMA party. Maya asks what to do when one is grounded. Miles posts this picture of Niki M. with her thoughts about Miley at the VMA. Tabitha posts about how she took a lunch break and went to a bookstore to purchase a book by E.L. James and how it will be an insight into grown-up lives. Logan posts about how some people can’t get drunk because of healing factors and asks if medical personnel could fix that. Adrienne emails Amanda, Tandy, Felicia, Rogue, Marie-Ange, Cecilia, Emma, Bobbi, Jessica, Sue, Lorna, Jean and Wanda about having a spa day this coming Saturday. Sue emails Doug and Domino about helping her get any videos of the incident in Rapid City taken down from the web. Clea Lake posts about her and Sebastian Druid and Stephen Strange's arrival at the mansion. Hope A. emails Topaz about how Stephen Strange is now a student just to give her a heads up. Felicia posts an instagram post of the moon during her nightly run through the forest.

2016: Amanda tells people it’s John’s birthday and they should shower him with love, once they’ve worked out which one he is.

2017: Gabriel has a crisis of faith at the talk of Hel and emails Wade and Marie-Ange.

2018: Gabriel texts Felicia about Wade leaving money for him. Alex ponders a motorized skateboard.

2019: An Eye for an Eye: The Denver Airport weirdness seems to have come to a head when the entire place goes dark, prompting Topaz to share the news with Amanda and Marie-Ange; A team of magic users and nearly-magic users arrive at the airport and determine there is definitely some magical shenanigans at work when they find cultists; Things quickly take a turn when Topaz disappears and the team fights the cultists waiting for them; Something much worse greets Topaz as she is brought back to London and face-to-face with Adam Destine, who has plans for her; News following the DIA's three hour block finally breaks, with no possible leads to the cause; Topaz and Amanda talk over what happened and why Amanda didn't tell Topaz about the ward protecting her.

2020: Life's a Beach: Jean and Nica take to the arcade so Nica can burn off some sun-induced energy; Doug and Bobby lounge and chat and Doug feels old as his pop-culture references go over Bobby's head; Jean-Phillipe and Alex play air hockey and trash talk each other at the arcade.

2021: Darcy and Artie travel to Germany and pose as journalists to check out the brain pieces in jars.

2022: Blackout: Alani checks in with Clint post-power outage (and fixing).

2023: Doug makes a journal entry asking which one is Huginn and which is Muninn? April joins Nica and Megan for a pizza and movie night.

[faveficarchive]

The Hitch Hiker

By Bongo Bear

Pairing: AU Xena/Gabrielle

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: AU Xena/Gabrielle meet after an airport an airport snafu, and their past selves are dredged up. CW: dub!con

Personal Note: This right here is the OG Uber-fic for the Xenaverse. Bongo Bear LITERALLY COINED THE TERM UBER for Xena fic, and fanfic in general, so bless her for her contributions. Bongo and Bat Morda paved the way for you to enjoy every Mel/Janice, Xena/Gabrielle uber fic you’ve ever read. You ain’t got nothing on this woman. I don’t usually post ubers that don’t contain 99% pure X/G or M/J in their named glory, but this one has to be preserved, as it was the first. I’ll also be posting a few more of her stories as I can find them.  

I was in a real snit, to put it mildly. I was tired and hungry and still had a long way to go. I had just lost my boarding pass after the bags were already checked in and loaded on the plane. Time was running out and I was desperate enough to call upon a higher power.

So, I supplicated myself to a priestess of air travel at the altar of Customer Service. I begged her to let me join my luggage on the flight that was about to leave in five minutes from the gate a hundred yards away from where I prostrated myself before her. I made offerings of Mastercard, Visa, and American Express to no avail. She looked at me with sympathetic eyes, but no way was she going to violate security protocols and let me on board without the missing pass. I sighed deeply and started to look at the flight schedule to other cities when I heard a voice call out to me.

I turned at the sound and saw a woman sitting in the waiting lounge nearby. She smiled and waved at me. I pointed to my chest, who me? She nodded vigorously, yes you! I walked over to this woman whom I had never set eyes upon before and asked, "Ahh, did you want to say something to me?"

"Yes, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation over there," she pointed to the counter. "I'm going to Vancouver as well and missed the same flight, but for different reasons. Now, I'm on a flight to Bellingham; it's just an hour drive to Vancouver from there. If you get a seat on the Bellingham flight, I'll drive you over. The plane leaves in thirty minutes."

I'm not accustomed to the unexpected generosity of strangers, so I looked her over. Even though she was seated, I could tell that she was tall, taller than me. Her dark hair was gathered in a long ponytail that curled over her shoulder. What really caught my attention were her incredible, deep blue eyes. They matched the indigo denim shirt she wore under her black leather parka. I thought for sure that Mother Nature didn't make eyes like that and that she was wearing contacts. I looked for the tell-tale rings in the corneas, but I couldn't find them.

"Well, are you interested in my offer or not?"

I mentally slapped myself when I realized that I was falling into her eyes. What was she offering me? Oh, yes, a ride. "Yeah, sure. Why not? You don't look like an axe murderer." I grinned at my lame attempt to break the ice.

"That's a relief! I hate to think that people find me threatening. My name is Alexandria, but you can call me Alex," she said as she stood up and extended her hand to me.

"I'm Gwen, short for Guinevere," I said, shaking her hand. A strong grip. I liked that. Some women, when they shake hands, only grasp the fingers and give them a weak wiggle. That always made me feel like they were hiding something because they weren't willing to give all of their hand to me. What else would a person like that hold back? Alex's hand was large enough to encompass all of mine. She shook my hand firmly, yet gently. I could trust her. Completely. What the hell am I thinking, I thought.

"Guinevere is a very old, very auspicious name," Alex observed.

"My mom was a big fan of Le Morte d'Arthur. Now, Alex is an unusual nickname for Alexandria."

"I throw people for a loop whenever they meet me. You know, they're expecting some guy instead of me. Besides, I'm more memorable that way," she said matter-of-factly.

No kidding, I thought. "Hmm, I need to buy my ticket. Will you watch my backpack for me?" I set my heavy pack in the empty seat next to Alex and walked over to the ticket counter. When I returned, she was studying the blueprint tube sticking out of the top of the pack.

"It's a practice sword called a bokuto," I said as I pulled the tube out of the pack and sat down. I removed the protective tube and handed her the wooden sword. "I'm a student of Iaido..."

"The Japanese martial art of drawing a sword and striking down your opponent in a single stroke," she finished. "By the way, where's your live blade?"

I looked at her quizzically, "My sword's at home. Security would get antsy if I carried on three feet of razor sharp steel. How did you know about Iaido?"

"I'm a professor of military history. Actually, my specialty is Greek warfare, but I keep up with other cultures as well," she said as her hand caressed the smooth wood of the sword's blade.

This time, I stopped myself from staring at her graceful hand and said, "I'm an architect. I've just finished a guest lecture on design here in Denver."

"So are you going to Vancouver for another lecture?"

"No, Vancouver's a working vacation; Denver was just work. You promise not to laugh too hard?" Alex nodded. "I like to write on the side. So I'm attending a writers' workshop in Vancouver. When I was in college, I had to decide whenever to major in literature or architecture. I've always had a bent for the written word as well as drafting and design. I chose architecture for the money, but I never gave up writing for the pleasure."

"I understand. It's good to cultivate many talents: public speaking, word smithing, and sword play," she said as she handed my sword back to me. "Boarding call....let's get in line." She put her hand around my upper arm. I let her guide me out of my seat and into the queue.

"'Word smithing' to describe scribbling stories is a bit overly dramatic, isn't it?" I said, a little embarrassed by the flourish she gave that part of my life.

She shrugged her shoulders. "It's part of what you are. That's nothing to be ashamed of. The attendant wants your pass," she said as she directed my gaze to the waiting attendant.

We boarded the plane. It was a lot smaller than I had expected for such a long trip from Denver to near the Canadian border. The plane, being as tiny as it was, transmitted every swoop, turn, and sudden updraft directly to my stomach. I held my head between my knees. I knew I was going to hurl into the barf bag I held to my mouth. Alex, seated next to me, rubbed my neck and my back to try to soothe me. She had me sit up, then she grasped my wrist tightly. Suddenly, my motion sickness faded from the full-blown tempest to a slight churning in my gut.

"What did you do?" I asked Alex. She said, "I've activated a pressure point on your wrist. Like this." She demonstrated again. It was like a toggle switch. Hit the point once the nausea goes away. Hit again and it comes right back at you. "Oh god, I'm gonna be sick." She quickly switched off my stomach. "Thanks, I can relax now," I said.

Feeling a bit conversational, I decided to find out more about my unusual traveling companion. "So, what brought you to Denver?" I asked.

"I did some hiking in the Rocky Mountain National Park. Ever been there, Gwen?" 

I nodded. "It's one of the most beautiful places on Earth. Not too many places have skies as blue, snow caps as white, or lakes as clear." I watched her face intently as she spoke. I could almost see the stormy blue skies over the Rockies reflected in her eyes.

"I assume that you hiked by yourself. Do you like communing with Nature all alone?" I asked.

"I've traveled with a friend in the past, but now I travel alone. I would prefer a companion," she said almost shyly. She looked at me expectantly. I wasn't sure how to respond.

"Please go on. I want to hear about your trip," I said relaxing into my seat. I felt her fingers burning into my hand as she touched me to emphasize a point. Her voice fell into a sing-song that slowly dropped octaves and the volume softened to a low whisper. I stopped hearing any more of her words, as I fell into a light snooze that quickly deepened into REM sleep. I dreamt about Alex, but not Alex.

******

A tall, dark beauty looking amazingly like Alex walks tentatively towards me. She's wearing what looks like a one-piece leather bathing suit with a matching set of breast armor, gauntlets, and arm bands. She smiles brilliantly at me. I approach her, but she won't let me touch her. I can't hear what she's saying. She leans in to kiss me on the lips. I close my eyes and purse my lips in anticipation...

******

"Gwen!" Alex tried to shake me out of the dream. "Wake up!" She shook me hard enough to throw my upper body into the aisle.

"Uuhh, what? Oh, it's you," I said. She said that I was talking some nonsense aloud and she didn't want me to embarrass myself. "What did I say?" I asked warily.

"Nothing intelligible, but the other passengers started to look at you funny," she said.

"Great, thanks for waking me. My ears are killing me. We must be landing." I looked out of the window and saw white. Not just the white of flying through cloud cover, but the white of the ground covered with snow and the white of the sky whose horizon was increasingly indistinguishable as the day came to a close. "Are you sure we can drive through this mess? It looked like it snowed ten feet down there!"

Alex patted my hand, "No, problem. I grew up here and know the area well. Besides, we can rent a four-by-four SUV when we land."

******

We pulled out of the rental car lot and were on the road to Vancouver in no time flat. Alex drove while I rode shotgun. She tuned the radio to a local NPR station that was playing classical music. Soon she was humming softly to the strains of Mozart's Magic Flute. I leaned back against the head rest and squinted my eyes at the setting sun as it outlined Alex's features.

She concentrated all of her attention on the road because of the driving snow. I took the opportunity to look at her, to really see this intriguing woman. The fading sun illuminated the profile of her face. The planes of her high cheek bones complemented her long, straight nose. Her countenance had a classic beauty that the typical Barbie doll beauty queen lacks. Her face projected strength, confidence, and something else that I bet scared the holy shit out of her students when the mood struck her.

She must have felt my stare, for she said, "What are you looking at, Gwen?" She kept her eyes on the road.

"You," I said brazenly, almost wishing I hadn't said anything at all. "I know I've met you before..." She just smiled enigmatically at the windshield.

Alex turned on the headlights. The falling snow sparkled as it fell through the beams. It would have been a lovely sight if the snowfall weren't so heavy. The visibility was reduced to mere feet once the sun went down. "We'll have to pull over. It's too dangerous to drive in these conditions. I'll park away from the road so that we don't have to worry about a car hitting us in the night."

"Where can we stay? I'm not too thrilled about camping out in the SUV tonight," I whined.

"We'll be just fine in the back. I have camping equipment in my luggage."

I looked out at the heavy falling snow. It was wet and stuck to everything. The wind whipped around what didn't stick and obscured everything else but the small space directly in front of the SUV. I blew out a sigh between my lips. The window immediately fogged. "Damn, we're snowbound."

******

Alex put down the back seats of the SUV to form a flat surface and laid her sleeping bag across it. "There's only one bag," I said, pointing out the obvious. "I know. We'll have to share. My bag's big enough," Alex said.

How convenient for you, I thought. "I'm not comfortable with that. Why don't you sleep back there and I'll just curl up in the front seat?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Besides, it's much warmer if we sleep together." She shrugged herself into the bag, looked at me, then patted the empty space next to her. I shook my head no. "Suit yourself."

Thirty minutes later, I was freezing and not getting a wink of sleep. Cold moonlight poured through the windshield, dimly lighting the interior. I looked back and saw her shivering a little in her sleep as well. I crawled back there and gently woke up Alex. She said sleepily, "Changed your mind? Come here and lie down."

I took off my heavy parka and snuggled up inside. I laid the parka over the bag for extra warmth. Alex had done the same with hers. I laid flat on my back and peered straight ahead so I wouldn't have to look at her. Like I could actually ignore her. I felt her body heat radiating into my side.

"Gwen, why were you staring at me earlier?" She propped herself up to face me.

"Umm, no particular reason. You're just interesting to look at." I still stared at the ceiling.

"Uh huh. You said you knew me from somewhere else? Do you remember where?" She caught a lock of my hair and began to twirl it in her fingers.

"Stop that," I said, grabbing her hand. "You just look very familiar; that's all! Is there a point to the twenty questions?" I said impatiently, releasing her hand.

"Maybe..." She put her hand on my stomach and began to rub it in slow circles through the sleeping bag.

"Like you're trying to seduce me?"

"Who me?" she asked as innocently as possible for her.

"I don't see anyone else here." I rolled over and pretended to search around the cramped loading area of the SUV. She caught my hand and placed a fingertip in her mouth. Then she kissed the palm of my hand before nibbling the sensitive spot on the inside of my wrist. Don't...do...that..." I objected weakly.

"Why not?" she said. 

Why not, indeed. I couldn't think of a good reason to refuse her attentions. She was beautiful, aroused, and getting me there, too. I was wondering if her suggestion to travel with her back at the airport was a mere coincidence or if it was somehow fated. Why here, why now, why me?

"I can see the indecision on your face, Gwen. A lot of questions going through that hard head of yours." She quickly closed the distance between our lips. "Have you made up your mind, yet?" I responded by rolling her on top of me. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," she said, looking down at my wide open eyes. Her long hair tickled my neck and my nose. She deliberately moved her head so that the soft strands brushed against my skin, making me laugh.

"You're all flushed. Let's get you out of those clothes." She picked herself up, then pulled me to a sitting position. As she kissed me, she slowly unbuttoned my flannel shirt. She bent down and placed her soft lips on my exposed skin as each unbutton came undone. The wet kisses left a trail of goose bumps. By the time the trail led to my navel, I was ready tear the rest off myself. I kicked away the top of the sleeping bag, then leaned back so I could unzip my jeans. Her hands beat me to the zipper. She pulled the jeans and underwear off in a single motion and was tugging at my socks. "Leave them be," I said panting slightly. She looked at me with a questioning eyebrow. "I don't want to get cold feet."

She smirked at the unexpected humor. "All right. The socks stay put." Her voice grew husky, "Is your foreplay as good as your wordplay?" Before I could answer, she pushed me back into the bag and straddled my hips. Since she was facing the front, the moonlight struck her full in the face. The effect left me breathless. Her brilliant blue eyes, glittering with an internal fire, were set in her pale face like sapphires lying on white satin. She held my gaze and began to murmur softly in a foreign language. Ancient Greek? My lids grew heavy as the rhythm of her voice swept me into delicious unconsciousness. The last thing I remembered were those dazzling eyes.

******

A tall, dark beauty named Xena walks tentatively towards me. She's wearing her usual one-piece leather battle tunic with a matching set of breast armor, gauntlets, and arm bands. She smiles brilliantly at me. I approach her, but she won't let me touch her. I can just barely hear what she's saying. She leans in to kiss me on the lips. I close my eyes and purse my lips in anticipation.....

"Gabrielle, please look at me," Xena said. Gabrielle opened her eyes and saw her lover for the first time in a century. She hugged the warrior tightly and sighed 'Xena' into her shoulder.

"Little one, I'm glad to see you, too! I'm sorry it took so long to make contact, but your host is a little too reserved; repressed even." Xena caressed her bard's hair as she spoke.

"You mean she actually resisted your charms?" Gabrielle asked with a touch of surprise.

"Yeah, can you believe it? I had to seduce then hypnotize her before I could bring you out."

"Are you sure she's a descendant of mine? She seems so different. She doesn't even look that much like me. Her hair is a darker blonde - almost a mousy brown. And she's taller..." Xena stopped her bard before she could tick off any more points.

"Gabrielle, she has your most endearing qualities: propensities for speaking, writing, and whining," Xena said with a very big grin.

"Very funny. But really, she seems a little like you, too. Especially the affinity for swords and a stubborn streak. Could it be that she's a descendant from both of us?"

"Possibly. That could explain why the Fates practically dumped her in my lap. I had almost given up since it had been so long, yet there she was. Just standing there at the airport."

"Hmmm, if she is descended from you as well as me, be careful not to piss her off."

"I don't piss people off any more," Xena said defensively. Gabrielle dropped her chin and cocked her eyes skeptically. "Okay..not as much as I used to."

"Just teasing. Seriously, how do you plan to explain our situation to her? I can take over her body now that she's asleep. But will she share when she's fully awake?"

"Don't know. But for now, let's take full advantage of the situation," Xena said as she bent her head to finish the kiss.

******

The rays of the morning sun reflected off the snow drifts and directly into my face. I tried to pull the sleeping bag over my eyes to block out the light, but there wasn't enough slack. I cracked one bleary eye open, then coaxed the other one awake. Stretching out above my head, I felt the soreness of my arms and legs. I sat up in sleeping bag and looked down at my still sleeping companion. Alex's lips were slightly parted in relaxation. Impulsively, I reached down to caress the side of her face and brush my fingers lightly across her moist lips. She involuntarily closed them on my fingertips. I quickly withdrew them, not wanting to wake her.

I looked around and noted that the snow drifts covered half of the SUV. The doors of only one side could be opened. Fortunately, it was on my side. I fished out my discarded clothing from the corner, dressed, and went outside. Sunlight sparkled on the snow, rendering the landscape an almost blinding white. The pine trees were softly outlined with only a few green branches poking out of the white blanket. I breathed in the cold, sharp air and bent down to wash my face with the clean snow. This isn't so bad, I thought. What am I, nuts? I'm in the middle of the frigging woods! With a very strange, but fascinating woman. Well, I can't do anything about it now.

On a whim, I went back to the SUV and pulled out my sword and a sweatshirt. A few drills would loosen up those sore muscles. I stepped out into a clearing a few yards from the SUV and changed into the sweatshirt. I finished the first seven kata and was meditating about the past day's events when I heard the car door slam shut. I heard Alex's feet crunch through the snow toward me. I felt her arms around my waist as she whispered in my ear, "Good morning, I slept like a rock. How about you?"

As I turned around in her arms, she met me with a brief kiss. I pulled her arms away from me and stepped back a little. She seemed alarmed by my cool reception. "I may as well have slept on a rock; I hurt all over. On top of that, I'm missing out on the workshop, which is already paid for. I'm sleeping in the woods like a goddamned bear. And from the looks of the SUV," pointing to the half-buried vehicle with my chin, "and of the road," pointing in the opposite direction to the non-existent paved surface, "I'm going to have to go through this again!"

"You're certainly acting like a bear. Come on....was last night really so bad?" she asked as she caressed my face. I started to brush her hand aside, but decided to just hold it between us instead.

"Actually, I don't remember very much about it. I just felt unusually sore this morning." I rubbed my lower back to ease a knot.

"At least you can't see the teeth marks on your..." Alex clamped a hand over her mouth to shut herself up.

It was my turn to raise eyebrows. I twisted to glance down at my hip pocket. "On my butt? No, you didn't!" Alex just stood there with a huge toothy grin on her face. "Aah, you did!" I threw up my hands in exasperation.

"Hey, I've been vaccinated!" Alex said defensively, though still smiling. I cocked a skeptical eye at her.

At this point, I was very unhappy camper. I pushed my index finger into Alex's chest, slowly backing her into a tree.

"Whatever possessed you," Poke.

"To bite me," Poke.

"Anywhere?" Poke.

When she couldn't move any further, I looked up into her eyes, "Much less my butt!" Poke.

Looking down at me, she gently pulled my irate finger from her bosom and kissed it. Then she said, "For someone who's not much of a morning person, you're asking very astute questions."

"Huh?" I retrieved my hand to rub the back of my neck, "Things are going on that I don't understand. What exactly happened last night? I feel like I've been through a marathon."

"I'm not surprised considering that Gabrielle and I did give your body quite a workout last night," Alex said carefully, watching my reaction. It was simply, "Who the hell is Gabrielle?"

She sat me down and told me the long sordid tale of her illustrious ancestor, Xena the Warrior Princess and the love of her life, Gabrielle, the famous bard of Potedeia. I never heard of either of them. She explained how their souls were forever intertwined and therefore fated to be together. Throughout the centuries since their deaths, their souls have inhabited the bodies of a select few of their descendants. I'm supposed to be a descendant of Gabrielle for sure and possibly even Xena. Once inhabited, their descendants lived together much as their progenitors did in life. Alex finished her story with a beatific smile. "We're so relieved to have found you, Gwen. You're just perfect. Just perfect."

"Great, I'm perfect for what? Look, I don't share your enthusiasm. I'm not even sure you're completely sane. You're Xena's descendant and she's supposed to be you now? Let's say for the sake of argument, that what you've told me is completely true - "

"It is," Alex interjected.

"And I'm supposed to let Gabrielle take over my body, so you two can live in bliss the rest of my life?"

"That's how it usually works," Alex nodded her head. "You understand now?"

"I understand that neither of you two have considered the rights of the people you inhabited." Alex looked stunned at my words. "When Gabrielle took over, where was I? Where was my soul?"

"Your soul was still there. You were just unconscious for the whole time."

"Do I have to be unconscious for her to take over completely?"

"Yes. But she can keep you conscious. In that case, you would experience everything as if it were happening to someone else," Alex answered.

"Then I might as well be dead! If I let her take me over forever, she'd be living my life. I like my life. She can't just take it over! Both of you lived full lives, fuller than most, centuries ago. I have the right to live my own life."

"But we're destined to be together forever! The gods have ordained it. You can't refuse to let Gabrielle live again through you."

"Oh, yes, I can. Even if she lets me remain conscious, I won't have my own will. She'd still control everything. I'd just be aware of being trapped in my own body."

"Gabrielle should be the one talking to you. She's much more persuasive than I am," Alex said worriedly. "Gwen, I love you. You've got to understand!"

"Alex, Xena, whoever you are... we just met yesterday. You can't possibly love me. You love Gabrielle. You made love to Gabrielle last night, not to me. You've used me for your own selfish pleasure." Alex winced at that comment, but continued to listen.

"You easily seduced me and I probably even let you. I might even come to love you someday," I said as I stroked her hand. "But Gabrielle will always have your heart. Not me, not the person I really am. Remember how you hated how the gods meddled in your life. You're doing the exact same thing to me. You and Gabrielle will just have to work something else out." I turned, grabbed my coat, shirt, and sword, and stomped back to the SUV to get warm again. The look on Alex's face was like I had just killed her best friend. Maybe I just did.

******

Alex followed me back to the SUV. She grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face her. "I need Gabrielle by my side. I can't go on living alone like this." Alex was practically pleading with me. A tear welled up in her eye and threatened to roll down a perfect cheek. I automatically reached out and brushed away her tears. She caught my hand and held it to her cheek. Oh god, I groaned inwardly. I snatched my hand away before she took anymore liberties.

"All right, don't get all mushy on me. I thought you were the tough one, Alex."

"Actually, that part of my personality has mellowed a lot. Before Xena merged with me, I was a real wuss. You know, a sentimental, simpering romantic. Her darker personality gave me some balance."

"So it is possible to 'merge' the souls in a body rather than have one dominate the other?"

"No, not really. The dominant soul still controls the body. But sharing the body is more like a merger if both souls want it. I wanted and needed it. It's only a problem if the original owner fights the process. Then it becomes possession," Alex's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Are you threatening me?" Rising up to the challenge, "I got news for you, kiddo. If I've inherited bits of both Xena's and Gabrielle's personalities, I'm stronger than either of you individually. Don't misunderstand; I'm sympathetic to your loneliness."

"As I am to yours," Alex said catching me by off-guard. Holding me by my upper arms, she asked gently, "Gwen, you have your life, your career. But who do you have? How do you wake up in the mornings? All cold and alone? Just like your nights?" I opened my mouth to wordlessly respond, how could you know? Her blue eyes shined into mine. "Who is your soulmate?"

I stood there dazed like a deer in headlights. How did she know what I've needed - wanted - all my adult life? Somehow, she knew about the one-night-stands where I sought temporary relief, only to wake up alone in the morning. She knew that sometimes I cried myself to sleep hugging a pillow, wishing it were a lover. I looked down into my heart and found the answer.

I told her the truth in a quiet voice, "No one."

"That's where you're wrong. I'm right here," lifting my chin so she could see my eyes. Alex reached out to touch my chest. The warmth of her fingers seeped through. "I can help fill that emptiness. We're not being selfish at all. What Gabrielle and I had when we were alive is a gift we bestow on our descendants: the gift of eternal love. You'll never be alone again."

Long minutes passed while I considered what she said. Taking a deep breath, I began slowly, "I suppose....we could come.... to a mutual agreement. There are some things about Gabrielle that could bring balance to my life."

"Yeah, like you could use some lightening up," Alex quipped, a smile turning up a corner of her mouth.

"Hmmph," I sniffed. "She could help me with my writing. Yeah, that's it. Make me more empathic. Who knows? Gabrielle may learn a few things from me." This could work, I thought. "Just because she's dead doesn't mean she can't learn new tricks. But I don't want her messing with my swords. Let's make a deal."

"I'm listening."

******

Alex and I dug the SUV out of the snow drift. The highway plows eventually came through and we were able to get back on the road again. Alex dropped me off in Vancouver. When we parted, she gave me a deep kiss that lingered for hours later. I told her that I wanted to see her again, very soon.

I think this compromise will work out just fine. I'll spend time with Alex because I want to. After all, she is hard to resist. Alex will have to learn to love me for who I am, not who she wants me to be.

Gabrielle will live vicariously through me, but without direct control. Her influence will be subtle and only with my approval. Gabrielle will just have to deal with the fact that I'm driving and she's riding shotgun. Good gods, was that noise my stomach? I wonder what passes for nutbread around here.....

Finis