#bullfinch-lover

[zixinyu]

Hi! I know this is kind of embarassing of me, but your DonOdin art gives me life, especially that Howls Moving Castle AU art you made, those artpieces are like beautiful paintings! I know you made art about them like four years ago, but I still appreciate those artworks so much! DonOdin for life!!! 😁💙💚

asfsajfhkjsaf??? thank you so much for your kind words @bullfinch-lover! I adore them, they're such an iconic duo, your honour they have my entire heart- duno absolutely for life!

I've been in an art funk for a while and irl things are busy, so I haven't been around but thank you much for loving my art! Has it really been four years aaaa??? I remembered had other funny ideas for that au like how the triplets were cursed to be one person, and Donald finding it out by meeting each of them at different hours of the day (Huey in the morning, Dewey in afternoon and Louie at night) but I wasn't sure how to draw it out so that idea had to be left behind. Maybe one day I'll be inspired to draw for that au again, especially the swallowing star scene!

Meanwhile though, please have this smol doodle as my thank you for your sweet message! Have a good day and thank you again!

[dameronswife]

Greetings fellow Star Wars selfshipper! It's always nice to see other selfshippers from the same franchise. I'm Star Wars The Clone Wars selfshipper and my romantic f/o is Kix. 👋😊

Do you want to tell something about your relationship with Poe? It can be about anything.

Hiya!!! Oh, Kix!! I love Kix he's such a fun guy, he definitely deserves some love, y'all are so cute together 🥺

I've had this in my inbox for a couple days, because it's so hard pinning down one thing to talk about my relationship with Poe! But I think rn I just want to talk about how much of a calming presence he is in my life; he's so patient with me, even when I have my angry spells from various mental illnesses, and has a tendency to let me wear myself out and then just. pull me in and give me the hugs and reassurance I need once I've got everything off my chest. It doesn't always feel fair, and I wish it wasn't always necessary, but I'm so relieved that I have him - I mean just one little forehead kiss from him is enough to get me to deflate like a little balloon!! He's too powerful!! But I'm so relieved I have that kind of patient love, and I hope I make him feel the same way 🥺

[spiderscribs]

Ahh thank you!!!! I’m very glad you like it!!!! Brumm is absolutely one of my favorite characters of all time, I love him a lot! I actually dressed as him for halloween one year lmao, it was fun!

I was indeed quoting Bastille’s Icarus !!! It’s one of my favorite songs :] (spiderscribs, just cant send asks from sideblogs)

Afvgsvwtwtjwttj I knew it!!! I absolutely love that song (it's also one of my favorite songs ever) and I also love your art about Brumm! Brumm is my comfort character and that art about him is awesome in every way!

💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖

[aisphotostuff]

Eurasian bullfinch West Sussex by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Bullfinches named after their stout powerful beaks are not common garden visitors but very welcome when they do put in an appearance. The male and female have distinctly different appearance this is a male finch..Bullfinch habitat Bullfinches prefer woodland, scrub, orchards and gardens. Being a shy type of bird, the Bullfinch is certainly not one to venture out into the garden and feed on a feeder; don’t expect to see them frequently visiting your garden if it is a bustling place. Bullfinches prefer quietude and protection among hedges and dense broad-leaved trees.

[torotillo]

Bullfinch, acrylic on canvas.

[kiiwiighost]

@bullfinch-lover Ask and you shall receive :)

[rosieshipper]

So I’ve been dead for a bit but I’m here to personally announce that the gravity falls hyperfixation that I had when I was 14 is now back in full swing and I will be making a self insert soon

For now I’ll say this

These two are father figures

And these are my little siblings

I will eventually get around to making a self insert

Tags: @astralshipper @arickaandherfictionalothers @bullfinch-lover @shibasparklez @wolfofthedead

[ireadwithmyears]

Hi and sorry to bother. I wanted to ask if you do writing request? It would be nice to get a request from you about a Kix x reader fic where Kix would take care of a sick reader. But it's okay if you don't do request and you can just ignore what I said.

the prettiest bother I have

Request for @bullfinch-lover

Pairing: Kix/gn reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Tags/warnings: domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of medication, plus syringes but no actual injections

Summary: Kix returns home from a long deployment to find you sick with a wisdom tooth infection. It’s not what you had intended to welcome him home with

A/N: well, this wasn’t what I had envisioned when I started writing this. Then again, I didn’t really know what my plan was. Until my life decided to throw personal experience at me, and I decided to make the best of it. So uh, this isn’t the traditional flu sickness, but considering I’ve still felt like crap and all I wanted to do was go to bed, I still think it counts. Hope you enjoy. Also, please note that I am a visually impaired writer who is currently working without a beta. I do my best, but there are still going to be things that I miss.

“Are you finished eating, cyar?”

Kix’s voice cuts through the constant, throbbing ache in your jaw, and your unfoundedly intense interest in pushing the mashed potatoes and steamed soft vegetables around on your pla

You should eat more. You know you should, especially when you take into consideration the effort that your partner had put into curating it when he had returned to you after his most recent deployment, only to find you curled up on the couch, struggling with a wisdom tooth that had picked up an infection because food and debris kept getting caught beneath the hole between part of your tooth and gums.

The whole, you think glumly, still somewhat annoyed. You hadn’t even noticed it was there until, after a week of persistent jaw pain that you had at first played off as a headache until it never went away, the medical droid had informed you of its existence. Why in the name of the galaxy there was a hole there to begin with, you didn’t have a clue, and didn’t bother asking the medical droid, because whenever you dared to ask them a question, whether it was just their no nonsense programming, or your low self-esteem, they had a habit of making you feel stupid for not knowing the answer to begin with.

Regardless, this brings you back to the here and now, but when you open your mouth to respond, your jaw gives you what you can only assume is a warning twinge, and you hesitate, shaking your head after a moment.

“If I say yes, you’ll make me gag on that awful mix of salt water again,” you grumble with an exaggerated grimace, folding your arms and propping them against the table.

Kix leans back in his seat across from you, fixing you with a look. Patiently, in a tone that suggests this isn’t the first time you’ve had this discussion, he explains “We have to flush out the area regularly, especially after you eat. It’ll help keep the site  clean and clear out infection.”

“I have antibiotics for that,” you point out, but he’s already on his feet, stepping around the table and guiding your arm through his, pulling you up from your seat and towards the kitchen.

“Come on, lovely,” he encourages, giving you one of his charmingly handsome smiles that makes it almost impossible to say no to him on the best of days. “It’ll only take a minute.”

*

“One more,” Kix decides, plunging the syringe back into the cup, mixed with lukewarm water and salt.

If you were doing this by yourself, this would have been a one and done thing, maybe more than once a day if you were feeling up to it, which, right now, you most certainly are not. But fortunately and unfortunately, your boyfriend is a medic, he insists on being completely, and in your opinion excessively, thorough, going as far as using a tiny mirror to examine the hole in your tooth to make sure he’s clearing out any leftover food that’s gotten stuck in it.

You let out a sigh, but don’t put up much more of a fuss, opening your mouth without prompting and allowing him to flush the solution into the hole, waiting for you to wrinkle your nose and spit it out into the sink. 

He checks again, and you can tell by the slight downward tilt of his lips what he’s about to say before he even says it. “Okay, I lied. One more time, cyar’ika,” he says gently, depressing what’s left in the syringe before refilling it. “I promise, this is the last one, and then I’ll leave you alone to rest.”

“Kiiix,” you whine, pouting in a way that might put a toddler to shame. This is stupid, ridiculous that you’re getting upset about this, because what’s the big deal? It doesn’t even hurt, just feels gross and tastes gross and you’re just so over it. You’re tired, and it hurts, and nothing is making it not hurt and you’re upset that you’re even getting more upset because it shouldn’t be this hard.

Kix lets out a soft sigh, then places the syringe back into the cup, instead, gently cradling your face between his hands, leaning forward and pressing his lips softly to your forehead, lingering there a moment.

“I know how much you’re hurting right now,” he whispers, breath warm against your skin, and somehow, those words, the simple acknowledgement that he understands how hard this is for you brings an unexpected lump to form in your throat. 

He pulls back, gentle smile on his face as he continues, in a tone that’s much lighter. “I know that this is gross and you’d probably prefer to spit it out in my face whenever I make you do it,” he says, giving you a small nudge. “Just one more for me, meshla. Then you can sleep.”

“I can’t sleep,” you huff,  sounding dejected. “I haven’t been able to sleep, Kix.”

“I know, cyar,” he breathes, his voice soft and empathetic. “I could hear you tossing and turning last night, trying to get comfortable.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, your stomach twisting with guilt as you avert your eyes to the ground. 

Here he was on shore leave for the first time in months, undoubtedly his first time in a warm, comfortable bed in all that time, and here you were, making his life harder, and making him do his job when all he should be getting right now is well-deserved rest and comfort.

“Shh, none of that,” he murmurs gently, fingers delicate as they tilt your chin up from the ground. “Open up, cyar. Let’s do this one more time, and then we’ll see if we can’t figure something out to make you more comfortable, hm?”

You raise a curious eyebrow at that, seeing the thoughtful look in his eyes that suggests he’s planning something. But before you can ask about it, you comply, opening your mouth and allowing him to guide the syringe into the small gap. As he works, he continues to speak, the cadence of his voice providing a constant, soothing melody to ground yourself in.

“Tilt your head back for me. Yeah, that’s it. I know, it doesn’t taste nice. Doing so good. Almost done, meshla.”

When he checks again, you’re relieved when he declares that he is satisfied with his work, and he sends you off to lie down. 

“Won’t you come with me?” You ask, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Normally, you’d be more reserved. But with how you’re feeling right now, you’re not ashamed to admit that you’re feeling clingy and want cuddles.

“I will shortly, ner cyar,” he reassures you, reaching to wrap an arm around your shoulders and giving you a gentle squeeze before stepping back. “I’m just going to pop into the medbay on base, but I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Contented with that, you migrate to the couch, flopping down and preparing yourself for a few hours of countless position changes, in hopes to find one that miraculously makes the pain in your jaw hurt less.

*

It’s not working. 

This infuriated exclamation rings throughout your ears as you sit up, removing the useless ice pack from where it’s been pressed against your cheek. Some medical site on the holonet said it would help reduce inflammation and pain. Whoever wrote that article, you think, as in a fit of utter frustration, you hurl the ice pack across the room, was a complete liar.

When you don’t hear the ice pack dully thud against the floor as expected, and instead hear a thump as it collides with something more high up, more solid, followed by a soft “Oof,” your eyes fly across the room. 

Across the room to where you had half hazardously thrown it and where, unbeknownst to you, Kix was standing, having just entered the room.

“Oh,” he says, his tone only slightly surprised, his face held completely impassive as he bends to pick the ice pack up from where it’s landed at his feet.

“Well, that isn’t the first time that’s happened to me,” he continues, sounding utterly unfazed and almost amused as he straightens.

You decide, in this moment, that the only thing you can do to preserve what little dignity you have, is to pull the blanket over top of your head, and simply never show your face again.

“Hey, no, don’t hide, meshla,” he soothes, and you feel a slight dip in the couch as he moves to sit beside you, first tugging at the blanket, then pulling your head into his lap. 

“I’m sorry,” you grown, cheeks burning. “I didn’t mean to, I swear. I I just...”

“Bad timing,” he reassures, gently pressing a finger to your lips and leaning down to drop a kiss to the top of your head. “That’s all it was.”

After a moment, he moves his fingers to gently stroke along your cheek, delicately feeling around the sore side of your jaw.

“I presume you feel the same?” He asks, his voice quiet as he peers down at you.

“Umhm,” you agree with a long sigh. “Hurts too much to get comfortable.”

He hums softly in understanding, fingers running through your hair. “I might have something that can help with that.”

Those simple words have you peeking up at him with cautious optimism, as if he’s the son and this is the first time you’re seeing it on a rainy day.

He gently nudges you up into a sitting position, propping pillows beneath your back as he holds up a small bottle of pills. 

“Give it,” you say without hesitation, holding out your hand expectantly. At this point, you don’t care what it is. You’ll take it if it means even a small amount of relief from this hell.

“Really, cyar,” he says, his voice half teasing, half chiding even as he pops the lid. “You should at least ask me what I’m about to give you.” You only shrug half heartedly in response.

He pours out a pill and holds it in his hand, not giving it to you yet. “I went to the medbay to get this for you. Though it contains traditional painkillers that we have at home, I need to also warn you that it contains a narcotic, which, amongst helping relieve the pain, will also make you pretty drowsy, and, with the little sleep you got last night, will most likely knock you out.”

“Wonderful,” you respond immediately, shooting him a smile that quickly turns into a grimace as your jaw throbs in protest. “I’ll take it.”

“Let me just get you a glass of water,” he says, turning away.

“I don’t need water,” you protest, even as he’s turning to move into the kitchen. “I can swallow pills without it.”

Okay, while  that’s technically true, it’s not the most comfortable experience. But you can do it, and apparently, you’re so eager to have drugs in your system that you’re too impatient to wait even a few moments longer that you’ll take the discomfort. Kix, on the other hand, does not approve of this idea. 

He spins on his heel, turning back to face you,  one hand immediately going to his hip. You recognize the unyielding medic look just as it falls into place over his features.

“You will do no such thing,” he says sternly, fixing you with a piercing look, as if he’s mildly horrified by the very suggestion. “Do you realize how much of a choking hazard swallowing pills dry is?”

At your lack of response, he turns, moving to the kitchen and returning a moment later with a glass of water. You take your meds gratefully, and Kix carries you up to bed.

*

“How’s that?” Kix murmurs softly, his voice just above a whisper.

You’re lying on your stomach, soft and warm blankets tucked around you in your bed as you wait, not so patiently, for the meds to kick in. You’re already sleepy, though, and the way Kix is running his fingers through your hair, gently massaging the base of your scalp and occasionally lightly pressing into the back of your neck with his thumbs to ease some of the tension is quickly bringing you there, in spite of the pain that is only now beginning to reseed.

You hum a soft sound of approval, then whisper a quiet “Don’t stop, pleease,” as his thumbs sweep over your temples, rubbing soft, soothing circles over them, pressure light, taking care not to irritate any points that are sore, especially around your upper jaw.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, meshla,” he whispers, leaning down to press a light kiss to the back of your shoulder. 

“Kix?” You say hesitantly after a few moments, your eyes still closed. At his soft “Mmh?” In response, you continue.“Sorry you’re starting your shore leave off like this, love,” you say with a deflated sigh.

“What do you mean, cyar’ika?” He asks gently, shifting to lie down beside you and pulling your back flush against his chest.

“Like this,” you say, confused and slightly exasperated because he doesn’t get it. “Like, instead of getting any time for yourself or going out and having fun you’re here, taking care of me. I should be taking care of you right now and instead, I’m just making you do your job.” You press your lips together, adding in a slightly trembling whisper “I’m just being a bother.”

“Ner Kar’ta,” he murmurs, his arms tightening around you a fraction as he looks down at your face. “Why would you think that you’re bothering me?”

“Because,” you say, as if that’s all the explanation he needs, not able to hide your confusion now. “You spend all your time taking care of your brothers and then you come home and tell me about how much of a handful they are and how many headaches they give you and I just, I didn’t want you to have to deal with all this when you came home.”

“It’s adorable that you even think that you could be as much of a handful as my vode,” he muses, gently taking your chin between his fingers and turning your head to look up at him. “First of all, my beautiful cyar,” he whispers, running his thumb along your bottom lip, before leaning forward and softly pressing his against yours. “You’re a lot nicer to look at,” he says, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes are warm, and looking at you intently. “You’re not a bother, meshla,” he a firms. “Even if you throw ice packs at me and threaten to give me a heart attack by suggesting that you take your medication dry,” he continues with a smirk, lightly poking your side, which pulls a small giggle out of you.

“You never could be,” he says softly, pressing his forehead against yours before replacing it with his lips, where he lingers. “And,” he speaks again, his voice half playful, half sincere. “If you are a bother, then you’re my bother, and it seems to me, meshla, that you’re the prettiest bother I have.”

*

That night, you sleep, for the first time in a week, the whole night through, your pain much diminished, and your heart much less troubled, because Kix is there, his strong arms holding you tightly, and his skilled hands, gentle but unwaveringly steady as they hold you together.

[retrobr]

Shepherd Jedediah from @bullfinch-lover 's fanfic "A Man With The Wind In His Hair". I quite liked this AU, so I wanted to draw something based on it :)

[frenchvani11a]

Reblog and tag the person whose art you’re addicted to

I’ll start with @pixzyn @drmae @karmonysan and @bullfinch-lover

[marziafantasia94]

Odin Eidolon in Ducktales headcanon/ Timeline.

@bullfinch-lover has convinced me to show my headcanons about Odin Eidolon in Ducktales, so here we go:

UNO is able to built his body five years before the series starts, but he can't dowload himself completely in it, since he hasn't fused with DUE yet, so he cannot leave the tower, for if he does the connection to the body shuts down and the body crashes like a stringless puppet.

He and Donald reunite when HDL' school arranges trip at Eidolon Industries (formaly known as Ducklair Tower, headquarter of Robo-Lab); Donald takes a nostalgic trip to the 151st floor where he sees UNO tinkering with Odin's body. What follows is a tearful reunion and a real embrace thanks to Odin's body (I made Donald less dense).

Donald will gift Odin a red tie for Christmas, for which Odin will side-glance at him before they burst out laughing.

Odin will face and fuse with DUE during the first half of the second season, but the fusion will not be flawless or immediate: Odin's body ends up in stasis for the remain of the season, making Donald stressed out with worry for his friend that he starts molting (I wanted to give another reason as to why Donald was so stressed out).

Odin comes back online during the Timephoon and the first thing he does is run out of the tower, cause now he can, and burst in Mcduck Manor and yell "WHERE'S DONALD?"

During the Moonvasion Odin is the one to find Donald, Della and the kids and, after nearly squeezing the life out of Donald, he leads them to an undeground lab where he kept all Duck Avenger gadgets and weapons.

Donald will wear his DA costume again, much to Louie's excitment, and Odin will at first use an helmet that works like X-men' Cerebro to watch over him.

When the battle shifts into space, Odin will crash into Lunaris' ship, adorned in gold armor, and fight him to give time to the family, and Penumbra, to destroy the engines.

I still don't know how season 3 will go, but I'm open to suggestions.

[sootyships]

A little birthday present for @bullfinch-lover 🧡

Pose from mellon_soup's pinterest here.

[ducktales-content]

Thank for the tag @alexcanine 😊

3 ships: Louie x Ty (from the comic swindle) Goldie x Scrooge and Lena x Webby

First ship:Louie x Ty

Last song: F*ck you from Helluva boss

Last movie:Bad guys

Currently reading: Nothing,i'm lazy sorry🥲

Currently watching: Nothing couse scholl is a B!tch and get all my free time

Currently consuming: spaghetti with Auberginen and Speck

Currently craving: coca cola🥤

@therichestduck @ducktales-and-ducks @ducktales-kat @ducktalesdonald @b-dangerous @bullfinch-lover @sakuramoti0903

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Bullfinch (Pyrrhula pyrrhula) West Sussex by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Shy but striking. Bullfinches bring a brilliant burst of colour to the UK’s woods. The species depends on trees for much of its food, feeding on seeds and buds we were very lucky to see this beautiful bird and got a few good shots as always likes to sit in the brambles!! The highest densities of this lovely bird are found in lowland wooded landscapes.

[mystical-sleepy-musings]

MORPHEUS

Greek god of Dreams and head of the Onerioi

SOURCES

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"Bullfinch's Mythology"

Author:Thomas Bullfinch

[Theoi.com|https://www.theoi.com/]

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Ethereal Morpheus

The painter of slumbers

The stroke of your brush

Brings to light

Forms familiar

Gossamer in nature

With pictures of conciousness

|Who is Morpheus?|

Morpheus: The Shaper , The Lorekeeper, The One Who Forms, The Raven Haired One and The King of Dreams and Nightmares. Morpheus usually appears in the guse of a human or in the form you are most comfortable with( (he appears to me as Dream of the Endless but with slightly altered features). He is the black winged leader of The Oneiroi, which are the thosuand dream spirits who slumber within the same cave as Hypnos their father. Through the gates of horn and ivory, they fly out like a flock of bats . The gate of horn is said to bring truthful dreams while the gate of ivory is said to bring falsehoods. The Odyssey located the realm of dreams past the streams of Oceaus close to Asphodel Meadows, which is a part of the underworld where the spirits of the dead reside. They are all winged in a way(winged ears or wings on their backs) when not appearing in dreams. He has two other named Oneiroi siblings known as Icelus/Phobetor who is the fearsome one of Nightmares who appears as animals and monsters in dreams and Phantasos the oddly whimsical one who appears as objects in his fantastically woven dreams..the rest of the Oneiroi are unnamed..

|Mythology|

Morpheus sadly does not appear in many myths but some speculate that he was the nameless dream spirit that Hypnos sent out to the grieving Alcyone whose husband Ceyx died at sea after a visit from Iris(who was sent by Hera) goddess of rainbows. Morpheus appeared in her dreams, taking the shape of her dead lover to tell her that he perished at sea. But Alcyone, after seeing her husband's corpse wash up on the shore, couldn't bear this news and tried to end her life, but she and her husband got turned into kingfishers. Also, a neoclassical painting by Pierre- Narcisse Guérin portrays Iris coming within the dark cave, filling it with blinding radiance, and apparently, she also stirs up Morpheus from his slumbers.

|My Experience|(*UPG)

Morpheus is my patron deity, who is like a father to me. He apparently had been watching over me ever since I was little but did not introduce himself until the time was right. Morpheus, to me, appears as Dream of The Endless from The Sandman but with wings. Sometimes, he has dark, inky eyes and wild hair like in the comics or looks more like Tom Sturridge in Netflix's The Sandman. Morpheus is very serious and quiet(I'm like that as well lol) but is very sweet and overprotective as well. He has infinite patience, apparently, which is even more impressive considering I work also with the loud and loveably obnoxious Icelus who is his chaotic brother. He sees me as one of his children and student being a no nonsense mentor and father figure...unlike a certain someone I know who kept messing around by picking The Emperor knowing Morpheus already took that option while we were trying to establish a tarot card for him. His energy is so gentle and calming, making him very helpful if one has anxiety (like me) or trouble sleeping. He likes to hum and give snuggles to me or to the various plushies I have set out for him (I have two squishy unicorns that are filled to bursting with his energy due to him smothering them). I have no words for how freaking grateful I am to have such a lovely deity as my patron!

|Associations|

[IC]*Note this is mostly UPG*

Animals and Creatures

Ravens and crows

Cats

Nocturnal rodents like raccoons and Possums*(upg)

Butterflies

Rabbits*(upg)

Unicorns*(Upg)

Colors*(all upg)

Dark blues

Black

Purples

Some light blues

Teal

Silver and white

Misc Objects

Feathers

Skulls

Keys*(upg)

Paintings*(upg)

Books or poems(*upg)

Anything related to The Sandman by Neil Gaiman*(upg)

For some reason, he loves surreal memes and laughs like a growly Seth Rogan*(upg)

Soft stuffies and plushies*(upg)

Foods and Drinks

Popcorn*(upg)

Chocolate

Calming teas

Blackberries*(upg)

Anything really as long as it's not caffeine(coffee, energy drinks) or overly sugary(like peeps marshmallow candy type of sugary) because in his eyes it's the thought that counts

Incense and Oils

Sandalwood

Lavender

Any calming and lightly scented blends

Planet

Moon

Music*(all upg btw)

Classic and Progressive rock

Funk

Psychedelic rock

Just 60s and early 70s music

Soft rock

Swing and 50s music

He LOOOVES Pink Floyd , David Bowie, The Church , The Doors and Echo and The Bunnymen

He only likes one metal song and that is "Enter Sandman" by Metallica

Tarot card

The Emperor*(upg)

The Moon

Crystals

Amethyst

Selenite*(upg)

Blue agate

Ruby *(upg)

Rose Quartz*(upg)

Herbs and flowers

Mugwort

Hydrangea*(upg)

Lavender

Poppies

Chamomile

[idkwhatthisisbutheresdcandstuff]

Either a elephant zoologist or a doctor (bc doc mcstuffins)

@not-sobasicbisexual @marhat @lemonwisp @bullfinch-lover @renfielddear @genderqueer-loser

if we lived in a world where u had to do the career u were first interested in as a child what would u be doing, id be a firefighter