#but have at it chickees

[fanficlibrary82]

Missing You

Warnings: None

Word Count: 172

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From the day of the rift, you were never able to say that Eddie Munson had died; he was just missing. When Dustin Henderson cried to Wayne and Wayne had cried to you, you held the older man in your arms, tears streaming down your face. But he was just missing.

As the posters you hung were vandalized and torn down, you'd take slow, shaking breaths before posting new ones, because he was just missing.

At the funeral you numbly shook hands and accepted hugs, hardly listening to their condolences because he was just missing.

Even now, as you sit next to the simple headstone, running your fingers along the carved letters of his name, you manage to think "You're just missing. You have to just be missing. You promised that we'd get out together, Munson."

As the rain began to fall it camouflaged your freshly fallen tears. All you could do was hug the stone tightly, hoping you'd feel his arms around you like before. After all, he was just missing.

[sentimentalbeing2001]

hi ! im going to new york in the fall, do you have anything recommendations on what i should see ? thank you !!! 🩷🩷🩷

How exciting! I hope you have the best time…

Coffee shop recommendations - La Cabra, Sorate, Kettl Tea, Botani Cafe

Places to visit - Central Park, The Met, Brooklyn Botanical Garden, Little Island, Dumbo Flea Market on Saturday mornings, & Elizabeth st. garden

Shopping - Beacons closet, Chickee’s vintage, Westsider rare & used books, illisa’s vintage lingerie, & Stella Dallas

Restaurants - Cafe Mogador, Cafe Paulette, Saraghinas, Gem Wine, Acre, & Zest Sushi (happy hour)

With love

[nyc-looks]

Whitney, 19

“I am wearing a hat from Buck Mason, Michael Kors sunglasses, Cos turtleneck and jeans, vintage Miu Miu coat from Chickees Vintage, Carel shoes, Chanel bag, and gloves from Awoke Vintage. I’m very inspired by people around me. Mostly silhouettes and working around pieces a love. I have a pretty eclectic taste in everything. Winter especially allows a lot of room for play with layering and I pull from a lot of European cinema for fashion.”

Dec 28, 2022 ∙ East Village

[pettypiastri]

under the warm white lights

quinn hughes x fem reader

wc: 2.7k

warnings: children? one mention of starting a family/marriage. one passing mention of alcohol. one single swear. one innuendo. pretty wholesome fluff :)

a/n: happy valentine’s day! a short lil piece for our beloved quinny :) since quinn is the oldest and i didn’t feel it was fitting to make jack or luke married given their ages and places in life, “Sara” is a fake fourth Hughes child and has a daughter named Olive! Enjoy friends, and feel free to send in some requests if you have any ideas you wanna see written!

Despite it being winter vacation, your alarm wakes you up. A ripe 7am but you’re not as mad as you would be during the semester since you know what’s waiting for you this morning. As you take an extra moment to yourself, stretching out on the cozy queen bed, you know you’re far from the first one awake today. 

Rising with a yawn, you take to the bathroom to complete your morning routine before slipping on a sufficiently warm outfit. Even the extra blankets and raging heater in the Hughes’ house can’t keep the Michigan winter out of your bones. After pulling fluffy socks on your feet, you depart the clutches of the spare room and venture toward the kitchen.

Ellen is tucked into a bar stool reading a paper and clutching a coffee cup. Her head perks up at your entrance and a warm smile shakes the remaining chill out of your body. There are a few other family members scattered about the living area including a couple of the little ones.

“Morning sweetheart. Help yourself to some coffee.” Ellen says. You nod and mouth a ‘thank you.’ Filling up a cup, you take a seat near Ellen and Quinn’s sister Sara where you can see through the sliding glass back door. The warm coffee begins to jolt you awake. You take leisurely sips and chat intermittently with the women as you wake up but your gaze is continually drawn to the outdoor rink.

Quinn, Jack, Luke, and a few of their hometown friends are skating around playing hockey on the pond, lit only by the warm white lights strung around the perimeter. It’s not yet sunrise. You just know they’re chirping each other constantly by the smiles glued to their faces. The thought makes you grin; you love watching the boys do what they love. 

One in particular though. Quinn’s always been such a smooth skater. He’s effortless out there moving around his buddies and tossing playful hip checks around to his brothers. His electric grin is almost visible from there. With the glowing string lights softly illuminating his form, he looks almost angelic, edges fuzzy from the warm white light. You can’t take your eyes off him. 

You only notice how long you’ve been staring when you raise your cup to your lips and there’s nothing left in it. As you debate what another cup might do to your body, Sara’s little girl Olive starts badgering her mother about going outside. 

“Not right now hunny, mommy’s still waking up.” She sighs, trying to bask in a few more minutes of peaceful quiet. 

“I can take her… if you don’t mind of course. I was gonna wander out that way myself.” You pipe up, looking at Sara for approval. Her daughter is already squealing delightedly and begging her mum to agree. She smiles at you in a heartbeat. 

“You don’t mind? That’d be great, thank you Y/N.” She regards you warmly before ushering her little one to grab some necessary outer layers. You rise to put your mug in the dishwasher and find a few warm clothing items too. With some leggings on your lower half and fuzzy socks underneath your fur lined ankle boots, you think the hoodie and flannel you pull on will keep you warm enough. Oh and a beanie of course, complete with pom pom. Returning to the kitchen you find Olive tugging her extra clothes on so you bend down to her height to help finish the job. 

“Ready chickee?” You ask, pulling her beanie down over her ears. She nods eagerly and you can’t help but boop her nose before heading toward the backdoor. “Hold my hand babe, it’s slippery on the stairs here, okay?” She whines an ‘I know’ but does as you say anyway, moving hand in hand with you down the creaky wood stairs. There’s no wind this morning thankfully but the cold still sends a jolt through you. You both trudge through the slightly snowy walkway toward the rink. You pick your head up to look for Quinn, knowing he’ll want to say ‘hi’ to his niece, but you’re distracted by the gorgeous dawn sky. The stars are still out and as your eyes adjust you see just how many constellations are visible.

“Olive, look up at the sky!” You coo crouching down to pick her up in your  arms. “There’s Orion. And the Big Dipper. Y'know what’s special about that one babe?” She shakes her head no. You grab her hand gently and guide her finger along the path made by the two outermost stars of the scoop. “It points to that star right there. The big bright one you see it? That’s the North Star. It never moves so you always know where North is.” She makes noises of amazement and proceeds to ask you more questions about the stars and what other constellations you know. You spend a few minutes in your own little world talking about and marveling at the sky. 

Quinn’s POV 

They’ve been staring at the sky for several minutes now. I can hear Olive’s giggle from here, even above the sound of skates on rough ice. Y/N’s been pointing at different things and speaking softly to Olive. Every once and a while Olive’s tiny hand flies up to the sky and points at something, her excited chatter getting a bit louder. Sometimes Y/N moves her hand to point somewhere else or turns on her heel to give Olive a new view. Watching them from afar makes my heart warm. It’s such a genuine, organic interaction I can’t help but be filled with love. I wish Y/N was holding our kid instead of just my niece. But that’s getting way ahead of myself; we’re not even dating… yet… I hope. I hold my tongue so as not to disturb their moment and mine vicariously. 

“Lost in a little daydream there Q?” It’s Jack. For as annoyed as I am about him interrupting, I’m also glad that he’s the one catching me in fantasy land and not one of my buddies. Jack knows how I feel. He knew even before I caught on. I just hum, keeping my eyes on the precious sight a few seconds longer. “She’s good with her. Fits right into the Hughes clan.” His words are accompanied with a slight nudge. For once his tone isn’t teasing and that’s what gets me to break my stare. 

He wears a soft smile to top off his genuine statement. I can see in his eyes what he means inadvertently: “Tell her how you feel. You’ve loved this girl for years. The family loves her too. Make her an official part of it.” It’s nothing more radical than my normal thoughts when I’m a few shots deep or apparently on cold Michigan mornings. I smile solemnly back at the older boy, conveying what doesn’t need to be said verbally either: “I’m not ready yet. One day. Baby steps.” Instead I stop lazily leaning on my stick and take a few strides toward the edge of the rink. 

Y/N's POV

“Well good morning sleeping beauty… ” Quinn calls softly. You know immediately the greeting was meant for you when he meets your eyes and gives you a warm smile. Both his actions and his words make you blush. Hopefully it isn’t noticeable under your already wind bitten cheeks but comfortingly, you notice his look just the same. You wonder if it’s because of the wind too or something else.

“Well look who it is! Nice of you to join us ladies!” Jack chirps you as soon as he comes to a stop at the edge of the rink. You roll your eyes playfully and hand over his niece when you see he’s abandoned his hockey stick to free up his hands. Olive is already squealing as Jack skates off to take her on ‘a tour of the rink’ you think you heard him say.

“I didn’t even get to say hi!” Quinn pouts at you, bottom lip jutting out and all. “So much for being the funcle,” he adds. 

“Oh so I’m not entertaining enough company?” You place your hand on your chest acting wounded. Quinn just smiles, his pretty eyes twinkling from the string lights. He leans forward and kisses your cheek, dangerously close to your lips. The accidental proximity makes you shiver. 

“Certainly prettier company than my brothers.” He offers, reaching a hand out to toy with the strings of your (his) hoodie. You smile up at him bashfully, enjoying this peaceful early morning moment. Reaching a hand out to readjust Quinn’s beanie to cover his ears, you try to distract yourself from his stare. He chuckles briefly at your avoidance before he peers over the boards to look down at your feet. Tsk’ing he sighs. 

“No skates. Figured.” You slip your hand down from his neck to his chest, palm resting over patches on his old NTDP jersey.

“It’s like you forget I’m part of the general population sometimes: most people don’t own skates.” You get lost in his eyes for a few moments, unable to think of anything funny to tack on to the end of your statement. 

In one fell swoop, Quinn lifts you up to sit on the edge of the boards. A squeak of fright leaves your mouth as you scramble to reach out for him. You’re able to steady yourself by grabbing his biceps while he takes advantage of the opportunity to slot himself between your legs.

The more compromising position has you inches from Quinn’s face. Your eyes meet easily and Quinn smiles bashfully at you, seemingly a bit nervous. He slips his hands between your hoodie and your flannel, resting against your clothed waist. The clouds of his minty breath tickle your nose. Your lips part involuntarily, unlocking when the tendrils of steam flutter against them. It’s the closest I’ll ever be to kissing him, you think.

“Aren’t you in the middle of a game Q?” You mutter quietly. Not much volume is necessary at this proximity. His eyes watch your lips as you speak. You try not to let the action go straight to your heart. No luck.

“Half time. Tryna get warmed up.” Quinn shrugs, gloveless hands slipping around to your back as he drops his face into your neck. Another squeak betrays you at the feeling of his frosty nose but you wrap your arms comfortingly around his back anyway. 

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you about taking a girl to dinner first before you steal her warmth?” You tease, hands sweeping across his back and up to his neck. Quinn smiles into your neck, nuzzling further against you as if he’s shy. 

“You want to go to dinner then?” He murmurs, barely above a whisper. Your heart flutters and drops to your stomach. It’s just rhetorical, a joke, you reason, trying to calm your rampant heartbeat. One of his big hands slides around your waist, settling on your lower back. His fingers are tentative and careful as he holds you against him, reflecting his trepidatious tone. You hum softly, feeling heat rise to your face and that tingly feeling in your fingers. You try to convince yourself it’s just the cold. Gently you pull Quinn’s head up by threading your fingers through his hair and giving a soft tug. You need to see his eyes to know if he’s being serious or if it really was a harmless tease. His cheeks are frosted red, maybe even more than yours; he’s always been a rosy boy. You run your fingers along Quinn’s strong jaw and meet his eyes but not before flitting over his plush lips. He looks serious albeit nervous.

“Chipotle doesn’t count.” You murmur. At this he laughs out loud, some of the tension of the moment slipping away. When Quinn collects himself his lips press another soft kiss to your cheek. Your actual cheek this time. Briefly you forgot what you both were even talking about.

“Okay but if it weren’t chipotle… what would you say?” He’s a bit mumbly but you find it all the more endearing in his rounded Michigan accent. Quinn can’t quite meet your eyes now; he bounces nervously between his skates, his hand on your waist, your eyes are bright. “Maybe we could dress up a little bit? I’d wear a suit just to see you in that dress… the one from the gala? The black one, tiny straps, big slit– fuck I can’t stop thinking about you in that dress.” A heat burns your cheeks, surprised by the dichotomy of Quinn’s bold honesty and his shy tone. One of his hands is playing with the stitching on your hoodie pocket, the other still on your back. You feel his thumb brushing softly there, trying to coax an answer out of you. When he finally looks up and holds your gaze for an extended moment, your heart leaps. He looks so nervous but there’s that beautiful, childlike hope in his eyes too. His courage gives you a push to act the same.

“Mmm I’ll go.” Your inflection is harmlessly flighty. This brings his attention back up to your eyes. He raises one brow at you, knowing you still have more to say. 

“You’ll go if…”

“I’ll go if… you pay.” He rolls his eyes playfully at your musing but nods. You can tell he’s regained some confidence from your initial acceptance so he tolerates your teasing. 

“Already was planning on it.” A big smile starts to pull at his lips but he swallows it quickly to try and play it cool. You fall for him even more in that moment.

“And,” You start, your stomach flooding with a new set of nerves. Cautiously you meet his gaze. “If you promise to take that dress off me at the end of the night.” You’re barely audible but Quinn hears you. Loud and clear. You study his features intently to see if he’ll reach out to catch your admittance floating in the air. Quinn’s Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly, before his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. His eyes still twinkle but there’s a slight glaze over them now.

“Whaddaya say Quinny?” You prompt, nervousness infesting your body. Quinn nods once, and then two more times. 

“Yeah… yeah I’d like that.” His soft tone is barely louder than yours. If you weren’t so trained on him, you might’ve missed the whispered confession. 

“Yo Quinn let’s go!” Luke shouts, effectively shattering your moment. Jack’s timing is impeccable too, as he swings little Olive over the boards and deposits her flat on her feet. He regards the two of you and your compromising position with a coy smile but for once doesn’t say a word. He skates off leaving you alone with Quinn for just a second more. 

“Score me a couple goals eh?” You smile at him playfully, fingers curling into the hair at the base of his neck. Quinn’s gorgeous smile is instant, the lights reflecting off his beaming expression. You think you fall fully for him in that moment: your hand on his neck, his on your back, and smiling at you like a giddy kid. It happens so fast you don’t even realize it happens until after the fact. He kisses you. On the lips. The tiniest most fleeting peck but it sends a spark through you to the very tips of your fingers, banishing any chill residing in your bones. The action speaks so loudly despite being so small. It’s possession and excitement and disbelief and naive glee all in one. You can’t help but feel the same. 

Wordlessly Quinn helps you back over the boards so you’re standing next to Olive. He takes you in one more time and shakes his head in disbelief, having a private giggle as he skates off to rejoin the boys. You pick up Olive as before, and start to trudge back to the house. 

“Is Quinn your boyfriend?” She asks suddenly. You glance at her to see her intent stare as she ponders you.

“Almost.” You say. “Almost.”

Quinn's POV

“The hell was that?” Jack asks incredulously. I come to a stop beside him, waiting for the boys to faceoff. I glance once more at Y/N as she walks back across to the house before responding, the smile still very much on my face. 

“I think we’re going on a date.” 

[magicaguajiro]

Swamp Witch Travels: The Everglades

The Seminole War that never ended, a charm to Split a Storm and an Ancient Island. For centuries, the Everglades has been the object of wonder of many influential Floridian figures who each recognized its immense beauty and power. This River of Grass is a major center of life and biodiversity, as well as mysteries and Spirits uncharted, but will it still be around for the Swamp Witches of tomorrow?

The Everglades is going to shatter all of your preconceived notions about Swamps. It is a place of great power and duality. On one hand, this aqueous Land is covered in sparkling, clear, MOVING water. This water is the Life and Blood of the state, flowing from the Heart of the Everglades, Okechobee (Big Lake) The health of this ecosystem in turn affects the entire country. On the other hand, a place of Danger, Death and Rot, but for the purpose of Cleansing and Purification (not just rot for rot’s sake). As the water flows through this vast ecosystem, it is cleared of pollutants by plants and limestone while washing away scars left by man on this Land, until all is returned anew. It is a multifaceted, firm but gentle Spirit.

The Everglades is a union, a pact almost, between the Land and the Water to form the Swamp we know and love.

I am no stranger to the Glades. I was born and raised in the western Everglades, in the Big Cypress water basin. Fakahatchee and Picayune Strand were favorites of my parents as I was growing up, and we lived way out in the woods anyways so I always feel at home in the Glades. Many of my Spirits who are intrinsically tied to me, one might call a Spirit Guide or Angel, feel connected to Swamps and places where Water and Land converge. The Everglades is my home, but it is also a Spirit Ally, and a sacred place to the modern Indigenous Peoples of Florida, including the recognized and unrecognized Seminole and Miccosukee.

(PSA: this post will likely be part of a series only scratch the surface of the intricacies related to the Glades.)

Pa-Hay-Okee, “Grassy Waters”

Pa-Hay-Okee is the Seminole-Mikasuki name for the Everglades. I was blessed to be able to take a trip to see the Real Florida when I took an airboat ride with Buffalo Tiger Airboats, owned and operated by Betty Osceola. Betty is a conservationist and member of the Miccosukee tribe, located in the Eastern Everglades. The Seminole and Miccosukee are the descendants of various groups of Florida’s Original People from all over the state. The relationships and history of Florida’s Indigenous groups is complex. Before colonization and to this day we have had multiple groups who all have different beliefs, cultures, origins, and relationships. Today, we have various groups who are federally recognized as well as both Traditional and Reconstructionist groups who don’t seek recognition from the government, the most well-known being the Traditional Seminoles in Big Cypress.

Certain aspects of Seminole culture predate colonization, like the Chickee and some hunting techniques, while others, mainly linguistic and spiritual, are the result of groups joining together or adapting to new circumstances, such as patchwork. Many of the Seminole can trace their ancestry to groups in North Florida and surrounding states. These groups would live in various parts of the State, including the Everglades, at different times of the year following routes taken by seasonal migrations of game and water.

These people were forcibly removed, pushed South or murdered so their land could be taken in a conflict known to the United States as the First, Second and Third Seminole Wars. As they were pushed South, they encountered and assimilated various remaining populations of Pre-Columbian groups like the Calusa and Tequesta.

If you ask the modern members of these tribes, they will tell you it was a single war that is still being fought to this day, although with lawyers instead of weapons. You see, the Seminole and Miccosukee still have never signed a treaty with the US, and continue to have to fight for their Sovereignty and Land to this day. This has earned the Indigenous People of Florida the title of the Unconquered Peoples. Today, the tribes maintain traditional ways while also dealing with ever-encroaching settler beliefs and people. They still live off the land, but through the lens of eco-tourism most often rather than through subsistence living like many elders lived in their youth.

On my airboat trip, I got to stop and walk around Tear Island, a place where two Indigenous families began living in the 1800s and then abandoned in the 1920s. Being on these far off Islands, surrounded by the swamp and only accessible by boat, is where I feel most connected to my own Indigenous Taino ancestors, who would have traversed this same place but in a dugout canoe rather than an Airboat. The spirits of generations of people who lived and passed on are still here, within the water and trees, but also gathering around the cooking chickee when a fire is lit by their descendants.

High Tide at Chokoloskee

Known as the Western Gateway to the Everglades, we have Everglades City. It borders the Big Cypress Preserve and is a great place to stop to visit the Museum of the Everglades. The first settlers came here in the 1800s, it was incorporated in 1923. Past Everglades though, lies Chokoloskee. An Island with a Seminole name meaning ‘Old House’. This Island was only reachable by boat until 1956 when the bridge was built. John Weeks, the first permanent settler of Naples was one of the first settlers here as well. Before that, it was inhabited by the Calusa for more than 1,500 years.

Stop by HavAnnA Cafe on your way to the southern tip of the Island where you’ll find a large red building on stilts. This is the Smallwood Store. Founded in 1906 by Ted Smallwood, this store was one of the only places Indigenous and White Floridians could go to trade for necessities. Ted Smallwood was a well-known ally of the Seminole and Miccosukee peoples, even learning to speak the language. Today, his granddaughter runs the store which is a museum and gift shop. There is even a replica of Ted himself, pictured above.

This history of this store and island is long, and tragic. A nearby massacre during the ‘Third Seminole War’ caused the remaining Indigenous people here to flee the Island. Later on, a famous murder of a well known criminal happened right outside the Smallwood Store. You can read more about both, and the 100 year anniversary of the building being raised here.

This is also a great spot to see where the fresh water of the Everglades meets the saltwater of the Florida Bay. Definitely give this place a visit.

Splitting Storms: An Indigenous Folk Protection Charm

For some time now, I have noted the striking similarities between Seminole and Taíno beliefs around Twins and Weather. We even share a simple protection charm to ward off a bad storm I will share to you all.

In Seminole belief, Twins are intrinsically tied to the weather. Many elders believed that keeping twins together can be dangerous, and they should be raised separately. To them, one is Thunder and the other is Lightning, even going as far to saying that having two twins in the same chickee can cause it to be struck.

In Taíno myth, we have two sets of twins associated with weather. Boinayel and Marohu are the Cemi related to the Wet and Dry seasons, Boinayel being the Raingiver and Marohu literally meaning “Without Clouds”. Then we have the ones who I would say share similarities to the Seminole Twins, Coatrisque and Gautaubá. These are Twin sons of the violent aspect of Atabey, known as Guabancex, Cacique of winds. Coatrisque is torrential rains, while Guatauba is Thunder and Lightning himself.

The charm is very well documented in both groups, as well as many others, and very straightforward. It’s the underlying belief that makes these two charms so similar. The linked article from earlier even includes a brief explanation of it.

Basically, when you know a big storm is coming, you want to place an axe in a spot on the front of your house, usually on a piling or piece of the roof that extends below the ground. Tie it down if you wish, for the winds. If you can, do it so the blade looks like it is coming down on the storm. The goal is to split the storm so it goes around the house. If we look at the myths, it’s clear the axe is there to split the Twins from each other, forcing them to go around the house, leaving it protected.

In the Caribbean, in practices like Lúcúmí and Palo Monte, we see the use of Matari, ‘Thunder Stones’. Genuine thunder stones from the Caribbean are actually said to be relics of Taíno axes, shaped like a tear drop almost, either passed down or found and used for various purposes, one being to ward off Lightning and Thunder!

Will Your Kids Know the Glades?

The Everglades are vital to my spiritual practice and lifestyle, as well as that of thousands of other Floridians. Even if you don’t live in the Swamp, its health affects the entire country.

Today, the dangers facing the Everglades are almost as abundant as the dangers inside it. Overdevelopment threatens the entire state. Just like we saw with Split Oak Forest recently. Environmental Protections seem to mean less and less because they don’t have the teeth to defend themselves. Included in these threatened protections is the sovereignty of the Seminole and Miccosukee Tribes, who just had to fight to keep Big Cypress as a preserve so they can continue their traditional use. They are fighting to hold onto their Land to this day.

All while threatening the Traditional Use by Indigenous Peoples, they continue to allow oil drilling even approving new projects within Big Cypress. The Army Corps of Engineers also heavily harms the environment every year through mismanagement of Okechobee and of the water levels within the Glades. It is up to everyday Floridians to fight to protect and better manage this precious natural resource before its gone forever. It is up to Witches all over to be stewards of our Lands, wherever that is. For us Florida Witches, we need to organize, donate and hex our politicians.

Luz 🕯️

[new-berry]

Some people just can’t see beauty without wanting to hurt it

So let’s cut this NSFW Wags/AG for the chickee who wanted submissive dudes

Do we remember Bruno G is punching way above his weight with the lovely Ana?

And Charlotte? Sorry imaage is wonky had to cut another person out of it

And this point if you don’t know what Anthony looks like I don’t know whose page you have been visiting like I’ve been posting them, I should have told you there would be a test. ANYWAY

Some people just can’t see beauty without wanting to hurt it. Charlotte is one of them, one of those kind of people.

“Watch him,” Ana’s voice is higher pitched than normal, almost giggling. She runs her fingernails down Anthony’s thigh, red tipped, and Charlotte approves of the contrast. Approves of the deep pink lines Ana leaves behind.

Anthony writhes under her touch, stomach concave with how hard he’s sucking a breath in, cock hard and almost painful looking.

[suzannetownsend]

Apes in the Glades: a divisive Florida mystery

OCHOPEE – The drone of cicadas, the flat river of grass and gators lurking by the roadside, only their eyes visible above the black water: this is the Florida Everglades. It is a region that has long been imbued with fascinating history both haunting and beautiful, from being the location of marijuana smuggling routes (or as the locals call it, square grouper) and a hiding spot for killers on the run. But deep in the swamp lurks another source of intrigue: the skunk ape. 

Also known as Florida’s Bigfoot, the hairy biped has been a lifelong pursuit of Ochopee, Florida local David Shealy. He describes the skunk ape as being between six and seven feet tall, covered in hair and incredibly smelly. Since spotting the creature near his home at the northern end of Everglades National Park at age 10, Shealy has made it his life’s work to find this elusive character. He has reported other sightings since then, once in 1998 and most famously in 2001 when he recorded video footage of the creature trudging through the swamp, which is available on YouTube. 

Shealy is the founder of the Skunk Ape Research Headquarters in Ochopee. It’s one of several of Tamiami Trail’s roadside attractions (including the world’s smallest post office) and includes a campground, collection of live pythons and alligators, a gift shop and plans to expand. The building also houses Shealy’s two casts of skunk ape tracks. In 2000 he even applied for a grant from the Collier County Tourism Development Council, which was denied. 

Sightings of skunk apes have been reported since the 1950s and ‘60s. One discrepancy, however, is that the native Seminole and Miccosukee tribes have a legend of the skunk ape in their culture, too. For clarity, the tribes are separate politically but not culturally, according to the Seminole Tribe of Florida. Tara Backhouse, the collections manager at the Seminole Ah-Tah-Thi-Ki Museum said in an email that, “there’s definitely not anything written down, and I don’t believe it’s a real Seminole legend in any way.” Shealy says something different: “That’s not the case at all and I grew up here with the Indians.” Indeed, Shealy's property is not far from the Miccosukee reservation. He recounted a story that Miccosukee tribal member Michael Frank told him about a time during the Seminole Wars. “At that time an Indian scout left the village and went into the Everglades, and he returned with a story that he had seen a group of men that were very large and covered with hair.” Shealy says there are as many as nine skunk apes in the Everglades. According to him they smell because they spend time in alligator holes, and they make a low bassy cooing growl. When he performs the skunk ape call, it sounds a lot like an alligator bellow. Shealy has a response for that, too. “I have big alligators that roar every time the garbage truck comes in so I know gators really good and it's not a gator.” 

So did Shealy make it all up? Some locals think so. The picture that many residents of the nearby Everglades City paint is that Shealy simply wanted to make more money. Some call him a fraud, some call him a scientific researcher. When I met him, though, the first thing I understood about David Shealy is that he is a storyteller. He has many tales of encounters with Florida's bigfoot, some his and some from other people, but all of them captivating. He spoke of a time when he collected a hair sample from one encounter but the next day two unidentified federal agents, “The men in black” as Shealy calls them, who came to his home and confiscated the sample, never to be heard from again. In another story a woman named Mary Billie was chopping down palm fronds for a chickee hut. As she was hacking at the fronds one fell away and she was face to face with the skunk ape. 

Despite the chorus of skunk ape deniers, there are others who support Shealy’s work. Brad Bertelli is the author of The Florida Keys Skunk Ape Files, which is a work of fiction based on real reports of encounters with the cryptid. Included in the book is a real clipping from an 1874 newspaper that reads, “Key West has a ghost covered with hair and about the size of a horse.” Bertelli says, “It reads to me like a typical skunk ape or bigfoot sighting.” And one of the earliest reports of such. Another story that inspired his book is a family on Key Largo who witnessed a smelly hairy creature on their property, which frightened them so much they moved out of the Keys entirely. 

Both skunk ape aficionados have responses for the nonbelievers. Shealy says, “It’s not a good attitude to have because what they are doing is possibly putting a threatened or endangered species at risk and that they really need to do their research, possibly go out on their own. Just discounting it is doing an injustice to our native wildlife.” For Bertelli, “A lot of it has to do with not being willing to engage with something that is unknown. There are things out there bigger than ourselves. You have to keep an open mind.”

Fact or fiction, stories like these captivate people’s imaginations, and have for a long time. Like Bertelli says, “When you look back these bigfoot creatures have been sighted on six of the seven continents. When we go back hundreds and hundreds of years, every culture has their story about them.” So keep an open mind, and keep an eye out next time you’re in the Everglades. 

[pbandjesse]

I felt a lot better today. Which was really positive because I threw up twice last night and was really upset and in pain. But I started my new medication today and I am really hoping it helps.

I slept alright though. After I threw up I cried a little but James comforted me and I was able to sleep for most of the night. And when I woke up I felt very tired but nothing like I had been. I felt like today was going to be a good day.

I would get washed up and dressed. Felt cute. I like this dress but the skinny straps sometimes dig into my neck which is really annoying. But it's fine. It's a nice dress.

Lane and James were downstairs and they were both really excited when I came down. They had fixed most of the Lego flowers that had fallen down a few weeks ago. And that was exciting. And James had made breakfast to send us off with.

We said goodbye to Lane. I got an extra hug from James. And we all left around the same time.

It was a fine drive. I listened to music and enjoyed my sandwich. And got to camp at 8.

It was a beautiful day. It never got hot and that helped me not feel nauseous I'm sure. I was very careful with myself. But I did make myself go for a walk once I was done setting up. Thankfully the building wasn't to messy so it didn't take long. I would sit in a hammock until 830. And then went for a walk.

I would say good morning to a bunch of people as I walked around. And would walk down to homestead and woodlands and back to my building. I was hoping to see more mushrooms but I only found two, and only the one I photographed was whole. It's been dry the last couple of days so I'm not shocked. But still. Always like finding mushrooms.

I would spend the rest of my little prep hour chilling. And then waiting for my group. Who were running late but would come and would be absolutely lovely. Just such good kids. And they did a great job making their felt collages.

Kieran would come up to deal with the drum that PJ had started soaking last week. It stunk so bad and I just couldn't deal. So I appreciated him handling that. And Geoff and Grady would come up to to bring me some of the materials Geoff has packed from the chickee. I had asked him and Aaron to start bringing materials up to the art building so it's not a crazy clean up on Friday and Saturday. Aaron would never bring anything which makes me worried but I'll ask him again tomorrow.

I had a two hour break. So I went to talk to Elizabeth about this weekend (we have UB law on Saturday) and next week. She isn't sure what's going to happen this weekend because it's going to storm. But for next week I asked if I could lead nature hikes. I think if my nausea settles that it would be both good for me and be fun to walk around.

I rested in my hammock and had my cereal lunch. I got ready for the afternoon. And soon my groups were coming through.

And they were all great. There were a few small issues with counselors being a little. Off? Sending their group to me without any adult and no warning about it. But it's fine. I had fun with the kids and we made good things.

My last group was stockade. They did clay and beads. A few slept in the hammocks. I knit and did some cleaning up. I am not to rushed about cleaning because I'm here next week. But still, I don't want it to be all on one day.

I was glad to be done for the day. I was hungry. I had forgotten my wallet at home so I borrowed from my market cash box. And went to Wawa for a little sandwich.

Traffic wasn't amazing. But I got there in one piece, despite others best efforts. And my sandwich was very quick. I ate in the parking lot.

I wanted to go home. But I also wanted to go to goodwill. So I went to goodwill for a little bit.

And it was a good time. I found a big beanie of the birthday bears I collect! That was pretty cool. I also got some lands end hiking shoes (I have the in 3 other colors) that have sock high tops? I think they will be great in the cold. I also got a door chime and a white shelf with heart cut outs. Just some fun finds.

I paid. The cashier seemed really sad. I wished her a better day. And went home.

Traffic was bad. I would get home by 5. James biked past me and that was exciting. Love seeing my husband in the wild. And they were sitting on our stairs waiting for me once I was parked.

They would jump right into tasks. Making crepes (for me) and pizza (for them) for dinner. We let Crabcake explore his new outside space. The blue tarp is for sure going to have to be cut down because he tried to climb it. But we all enjoyed some outside time.

I started feeling sick again though. I took my new medicine and laid on the couch willing it to work faster.

Eventually food was ready. I was able to eat half before I had to tap out because my stomach hurt. I laid down for a bit. Eventually I went and took a shower and washed my hair and scrubbed everywhere. And started to feel a little better.

James would bring me the other half of my crepes. And I have been hanging out in bed with sweetp since. I am real tired. And I don't feel amazing but it's not as bad. I'm going to go brush my teeth and hopefully that doesn't trigger anything.

I hope tomorrow is a good day. I hope you all have a great day and feel good. I love you all. Sleep good.

[jasonsutekh]

Rebel Without a Cause (1955)

Teenagers struggle to cope with dysfunctional homes and delinquent peers.

Most of the technical aspects of the film had a lot to unpick and worked together to make a visual style that reflectsd danger and desperations. The use of the colour red in particular was vivid against the more common blacks, whites, and browns. The acting was all of a good quality and the mansion as well as the planetarium sets were entertaining.

There were a couple of scenes where the representation of youth was a little generalised or stereotyped, such as the one where the protagonist argues with his parents after the “chickee run” and most of his speeches don’t make sense but any reassurance is rejected regardless. Arguably there was also a message about easy access to flick blades and guns also.

Each of the families is different but the theme of inadequate parenting prevails; rather ironically the worst characters are the bullies but we don’t get to see their home situations, however they are able to roam at night without anyone searching for them. The opening was useful in introducing the characters fairly naturally but wasn’t especially engaging.

One of the most obvious elements is gay subtext, there are many references to language referring to same-sex relationships as well as early flawed psychological studies about it being caused by absent or emasculated father figures. It’s an unfortunate feature of 50s censorship that any depiction has to be veiled or combined with behaviour that makes them easy to judge negatively.

5/10 -Can’t find a better example of average-

-Jim removes the clip from Plato’s gun but there still should have been a round in the chamber.

-The lead actor notably died young, in the year this film was released, ironically in a car accident which his character avoids in the movie.

-The film was criticized for having much of the cast looking older than high school students and some felt it’d have been more realistic if it hadn’t taken place in just one day.

[bluebellhairpin]

GIMME UR HAWKS BABIES. PUT THEM IN THE BAG RN 🔫. DO IT. I GOTTA FEED MY FAMILY (AND BY MY FAMILY I MEAN ME. FEED ME UR SELFSHIP LORE.) REEEEEEEEeEE.

SO obviously you've seen the post i did earlier (Yes my children ARE cute as FUCK). But I didn't wanna just leave this here (as much as I do love hoarding asks to go back and read over and over), SO HERE'S SOME LORE i just made up especially for you.

Namely this; UNCLE TOKOYAMI (+ DARK SHADOW). Imagine THAT LMAO. I honestly can see Keigo and Tokoyami having quite a brotherly bond (that could just be me, but so what. I LIKE IT.), especailly after all this arc stuff happening (anime or manga). So naturally when Keigo has lil chickees, Uncle Tokoyami is there for every birthday with some horrendously on-brand goth gift for the kids.

[juno43]

To those protesting the Israeli/Hamas war, the Ukraine/Russia war and other conflicts flaring up across the planet… your protests are honorable, but… 

From a scene in a movie, a true story��

Arthur: “This is a war” 

Chickee: “This ain't a war no more! It's mass murder!”

Arthur: “That's what war is, it's one giant crime scene…”

From a scene in Star Trek that I call “Human Nature and War”...

https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxwsTTtIoDqirwnJNJSsA0vujx7TrPfFxL?si=YBCBV4smHxCD12FH

From God’s word, Matthew 24:6-13 …

“You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed… for those things must take place. When you hear of wars beginning, this does not signal my return; these must come, but the end is not yet.

They are going to throw you to the wolves and kill you, everyone hating you because you carry my name. And then, going from bad to worse, it will be dog-eat-dog, everyone at each other’s throat, everyone hating each other.”

Also from God’s word, Proverbs 22:6…

“Train up a child in the way they should go, and when they are old they will not depart from it” I was taught that the child may depart from what they are taught for a while, but that eventually they would return to what they were taught. (re: the prodigal son, Luke 15:11-32). Sure, the regret may have kicked in and the child has “returned to the fold”, but during that interim, what damage is done, what wrongs have been committed? And more importantly, are they reversible?

These days, I’m not prone to participate in “fear porn”, today’s name for “fear mongering”. But I’m seeing grown children who either had “no home training” by their parents, had wrong training (influences), or, as the prodigal son did, “stray, then return to the fold”. Fundamental to Christian understanding is the knowledge that God has given every person the freedom to choose whether they will submit to God’s way of life. This means that people can choose to submit to God’s way of life, which will bring many blessings, or they can choose to go a different direction, which will bring difficulties. Look at influences and incitement of violent protests and riots. And not just Jan 6 and not just our nation.

I have said many times, “we know the problems, but how about some solutions?”. I’m not sure about secular solutions to this one. I do see fulfillment of prophecies. And the only solution, albeit, the best solution for Christians?...

“I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. so that you will have peace of heart and mind. so that trusting me, you will be unshakable and assured, deeply at peace. Here on earth, in this seemingly godless world, you will have trouble, will continue to experience difficulties, will have many trials and sorrows.  But cheer up, take heart! Be brave and courageous! Because I have overcome this world! I’ve conquered this world! I have already won the battle over this world!”   

~John 16:33

“Jesus Christ assured us that “he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.” To endure means “to remain firm in a commitment to be true to the commandments of God despite temptation, opposition, and adversity.”

~Matthew 24:13

[chandajaan]

☕️ Coffee date ask! I like getting coffee from the local coffee-truck (like a food truck for beverages), and so far my favorite from there is the dark chocolate mocha! It’s sweeter and bolder than most mochas I’ve had 🫶

Anyways hello!! I just started following your blog and I really love it. You always post such nice things! You seem very kind 😊

I’ve been enjoying the warmer weather lately. I’m kinda bummed that, with the time change, I no longer see the sunrise when I’m driving in the morning, but I know it’ll start rising earlier and earlier and I’ll see it again soon enough! Mornings are my favorite time of day, which always surprises people because I’m so groggy in the morning 😂

Where I live, the two-note call of the chickadees and the return of the red-winged blackbirds mark the beginning of warmer weather. Though it’s still snowing, all signs point to thaw! I love going on walks in the spring, and hope to start running again this year. One of my favorite parts of spring is walking in the woods and identifying all the young plants, and hunting for morel mushrooms 🤫 I have a few secret hunting spots for those!

I hope you have a wonderful day, and I wish you pleasant weather 💝🌱🌷

Thankyou so much! Food truck coffee does have a certain appeal to it, it’s uncomplicated and good! It’s getting colder and colder here and thus makes it hard for me to wake up early like I used to, might need a potable heater by my bed to warm me up on cold mornings! While we don’t have chickeeds or red winged back birds, who sound absolutely lovely might I add, we are over run by awful corellas who are so overpopulated in our area they’re calling for them to be culled, it’s not great but I do find the birds some what entertaining in their chaos and mischief. I’ve always been fascinated by forgiving but I fear I’m a limitless to into the suburbs to be able to have much success, but please keep me updated on the fruits of your labour!!!

Hope every season is good to both of us!

[msn-04iinightingale]

"Ain't that the truth, chickee." Says Amaryllis, ina way that implies he wouldn't mind help warming up and doesn't much care where that comes from. Next to him, Sin looks like he wants to strangle his sibling.

"Understood. We will do so." replies Bell, hoping to gloss over that as quick as possible.

"Do you have any questions for the General?" she asks her group.

Pam raises her hand a bit.

"yeah...how...how are the rest of us doing? The Commander and the others..."

The rest of the unit nod and give various "yeahs" or "affs"follow the question.

HAWK Battery

Bell watched the Barghest Company techs and ground grew unload the cargo the Wild Hunt had brought with it. Carts of spares, ammo, food, medical supplies, everything an army engaging in a protracted planetary invasion could use.

Additionally, the mech techs were busing themselves with loading and checking weapons on the 12 mechs that had been brought with. Currently, the chief tech was ripping one of the SLDF temps a new one, over how to properly calibrate one of the PPCs on the King Crab. She listened hard, tuning out the other noise of the makeshift staging area.

"-oh my god were you trained in a barn?! If you set it to that you'll wear out the capacitor and I'll have to recalibrate it all over again these are works of art and you're getting your grubby fingerprints all over the cowling and if you get oil in those connection ports I'm gonna take this wrench and-"

Bell shakes her head a bit and allows herself a small, small smile.

She turns her attention to Owen's...well...her Mechwarriors for the moment.

The other members of the three lances were assisting in unloading the dropship (Roberta and Ann, who are just kinda moving crates and boxes of munitions that would require at least a forklift to move on their own), helping organize the equipment (John, Sin, John being his usual analitical if boring self and SIn being helpful as ever), vibrating when she's not running back and forth (Flora), Spending a quiet moment together (Delila and Pam, sitting squished together side by side under Delila's Nightstar), talking about meat (Clara, she seems to be talking to the large cleaver she is polishing on a box, more knives than one person would feel is healthy to own set out around her), glaring daggers at anyone who comes near her (Bridget), smoking (Carrie, in the shadow of her Kontio), or complaining about the cold....and smoking (Amaryllis, next to Carrie as they are smoking buddies, he is draped in a far to large SLDF severe weather coat, although where he got it, and what he had to do to get it, remain blissfully unknown to her).

She allows herself a small nod, as all things are as they should be, and nothing out of place. Owen always said she was one for detail, and admittedly, gently teased her from time to time.

Sigh, that man....I hope he's alright.

She had made inquiries regarding the status of her commander, but the situation over in Utah was above her clearance level. Or at least that's what the SLDF toadie she's spoken to...five times...had told her.

She sighs, and pulls up her pad to check the schedule, and to ensure everything is going according to plan. For the third time.

( for anyone who wants to chat with the new girls )

[bokumonobigbang]

Bokumono Big Bang 2022 - Conclusion

Thank you everyone for participating! We had a fantastic week or so of reveals - there were bumps here and there, but we’re very happy with the end results and all of the contributions were brilliantly done. 

You can read the stories on ArchiveOfOurOwn in our Bokumono Big Bang 2022 Collection, with artwork/s placed in the body of the stories, at the following link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/

You can also see on a list of links to the works by their respective creators under the read more below.

We hope to see everyone back for Bokumono Big Bang 2023, please watch for updates!

Writer SketchWitch, Artist artsylightfixtures - Meet Me By the Goalposts, Rune Factory

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37668637 Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Image)

Artwork Link: https://artsylightfixtures.tumblr.com/post/678760931563585536/my-piece-for-the-bokumonobigbang-i-have-a-soft

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Writer SincerelySerotonin, Artist Yuna - The Apple of My Eye, Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town, Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37611592 Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Image)

Artwork Link: https://haidayuna.tumblr.com/post/678700365239205888/my-entry-for-bokumonobigbang-its-based-on-the

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Writer Chickee, Artist Dawnryze - Kappaturing a Farmer's Heart, Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37535908

Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Images)

Artwork Link: https://twitter.com/dawnryze/status/1503486659446382596

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Writer ModernTsunami, Artist Autumn - Under the Name, Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town, Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37757404

Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Image)

Artwork Link: https://twitter.com/CatssAutumn/status/1503719055919833093

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Writer SincerelySerotonin, Artist Lulu Ruru - The Spice of Life, Story of Seasons

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37742305

Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Image)

Artwork Link: https://lulururuartcorner.tumblr.com/post/678253954418835456/for-bokumonobigbang-i-was-paired-with

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Writer Chickee, Artist Pringle - Princess Vanilla and the Inventor, Harvest Moon 64

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37537180

Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Image)

Artwork Link: https://cloverpatchart.tumblr.com/post/678894283274764288/bokumonobigbang-oof-i-aplogize-for-being-late-on

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Writer Kaylin, Artist Katyaa - Fabled Servants of Ignis, Harvest Moon: Animal Parade

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37761970

Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Images) 

Artwork Link: https://twitter.com/Lukesakari/status/1504296944117882880

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Writer Autumn, Artist Summer - A Show of Love, Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37768924

Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Image)

Artwork Link: https://twitter.com/guppygrapes/status/1504136676385468420

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Writer Silver, Artist Mermaidsbian - Kiss the Cook, Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37555648

Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Images)

Artwork Link: https://twitter.com/Mermaidsbian/status/1504189290955354121

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Writer Keeks, Artist Dani - By the Light of the Fish Tanks, Story of Seasons: Pioneers of Olive Town

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37757839

Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Images)

Artwork Link: https://twitter.com/DaniQuArts/status/1504160274043097091

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Writer Durotos, Artist Spinch - Stir Fried Denim, Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37615525

Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Images)

Artwork Link: https://spinachartichokeditz.tumblr.com/post/679000604890251264/heres-my-contribution-to-the-bokumonobigbang-i

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Writer TheBeckster, Artist Eukuwana - Seasons Of Love, Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town, Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37782658

Artwork  (Preview, Click Link Below for Higher Quality Image)

Artwork Link: https://www.instagram.com/p/CbMQEmNvGZ1/

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Writer Squall, Artist Shanoa - With The Stars and Us, Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town, Harvest Moon: Tree of Tranquility / Bokumono Crossover

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37765489

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Artwork Link: https://saintblondie.tumblr.com/post/678983656449146880/i-might-need-your-help-with-certain-things

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Writer CandyQueen, Artist pansy-picnics - Herb Garden, Story of Seasons

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37801747

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Artwork Link: https://pansy-picnics.tumblr.com/post/679090552440012800/herb-garden-chapter-1-candyqueenao3-harvest

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Writer TheBeckster, Artist Dawnryze - Let Me Love You, Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37801072

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Artwork Link: https://dawnryze.tumblr.com/post/679103755388682240/another-for-the-bokumonobigbang-this-is-for-the

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Artist Kaylin - Bokumono Crossover

Story Link (Summary Only): https://bokumonobigbang.tumblr.com/post/679490100181270528/inspector-kaylin-on-twitter

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Artwork Link: https://twitter.com/InspectorKaylin/status/1504676540243603456

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Artist Silver - Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life

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Artwork Link: https://silver-x-smith.tumblr.com/post/679100867163586560/the-more-things-change-the-more-things-stay

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Writer Bats, Artist Joy - Crowns of Violets, Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town, Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BokumonoBigBang2022/works/37837444

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Artwork Link: https://joyfulsanctuary.tumblr.com/post/679195057319002112/had-a-lot-of-fun-participating-in-the

[spinachartichokeditz]

So as luck would have it, I got matched with one of my bestest friends for the Rune Factory Secret Santa this year! I had been planning on making this fanart for them for a while anyway, bwahaha!!! ILY CHICKEE MERRY CHRISTMAS ♥♥♥

@runefactorysecretsanta

[bitchesgetriches]

Hey thanks for everything you guys publish!

I wanted to ask, any idea where I can find examples of good resumes? I read your resume article

(which btw told me my resume was completely wrong but that's how nyc hra made me do it)

but I don't feel confident in how I structured it after

I'm slightly ADHD so even though I went over it a few times I prefer having examples

Sorry for the rambling ask and thanks again for what y'all put out!

Not to worry, chickee! I think this is a job for Resume Addict. She’s a Black millennial business owner and she has templates as well as resume-writing coaching. Check her out here: https://www.resumeaddict.com/