#c: amma

[theokapuco]

C!Tommy and Thomas from the maze runner would probably have a duo name like; Safehome duo because all they both want in life is a home

C!Tommy wanted a safe place for all of the dream smp members to live in and he saw that place as L'Manberg

Thomas from the maze runner wanted a safe place for all of the gladers to live in and he wouldn’t stop at nothing until he got them there

In the end they both endes up losing so much

[karmaajr]

can yall tell me if this was mean or if im just being a lil bitch cuz like 😭😭

chat I genuinley cant tell if I'm just being a baby about it but like, here we go!! ^^

okay so I was in the kitchen making myself iftar (was literally like two boiled eggs in two slices of bread but IT WORKS.) and my mum was there too (obvs) and for some reason we're talking abt her C section with me?? n so she mentions something how the scar is still there and how it's so annoying n I'm like

"Wait really? hasn't it been like... *my age* years?? don't we have that scar oil?"

and so she rolls her eyes and says something about I wouldn't understand the scarification of deep cuts (or understand anything) anyways and I'm like "well yeah I'm *age* so I don't think I've really had many deep cuts lol" (jokingly)

then she just goes

"says the girl running around cutting and burning herself for attention"

guys. that kinda hurt.

shes referring to in year 7 btw, cuz she found out back then (n was PISSED) and now she thinks I'm clean lol (cut myself literally yesterday but ofc im clean af amma 🤭) n the burning thing was the deodorant burns from last october ish lol

ANYWAYS SHE SAID IT AS A JOKE SO IK I SHOULDNT BE UPSET BUT LIKE XHWJXJWJXJJWJXWJXJJEJD IDKKK 😭

[orotrasparente]

spesso quando non ti senti pronto ti capitano le occasioni, quando stai lavorando su te stesso e senti di aver fatto comunque dei passi avanti e di essere più propenso a determinate cose invece tutto tace

ma allora c amma fa

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

Im tryna cook here so hear me out on this : what if SMC(shadow milk cookie)​&reader are in the same trope of Rudolph​&Catherine from dangerously yours?(it may not be same-same kidda wipe cuz I didn't watch the movie yet lol(srry not srry))​ : It's started from reader got send by the witches to spy keep eyes on the old ancients(before corrupted-after corrupted)​but suddenly reader fell in love with one of them(aka SMC)​and so do he,but then after he and the other got corrupted he become obsessed toward them(obviously)​but then he started to realized that the witches are planing to seal him and the other fallen ancient​s away cause​ of their actions of being corrupted and cause choas on earthbeard, so he conveice reader to tell him how to get to the witches(reader's witches spy and have their own specific way to contact/went to face the witches)​ and get him and his friends revenge on the witches but reader ran away instead and not telling him,and in the end they met each other​ again at the silver tree where the witches was going to seal them in and the line between reader&shadow milk will be like : "your time is up" "do you think actually going to let it happen?to let them seal me?to seal us?!" "..i mean just that" "....... well then go ahead" "i'll get this over with" "You won't do it,you won't let this happen...you won't because you love me."-"it takes a very brave and and a very cold person to do that,(y/c/n)"-"I don't think you can..."

Note / I think amma gonna end it here and I'll let u imagine it on ur own😭actually it was gonna be longer than this but I accidentally delete half of it so my lazy ass just tell me to get this over with😔(no any​one's oc x canon pls I beg u(Im srry))​

throwing this into the Warden Reader AU, because silly.

Requested Prompts #44 - 💔💓

The words of the witches ring through your head as you stand ready in your position. " You have to be there, Reader Cookie." They had said. " For you are the only one who can see through his deception, it's how we know that the seal will truly work on them all." You knew what they'd really meant, but it was whatever. This was your purpose, what you were made for. There was no defying your own destiny when your were chained to it. It was an anchor dragging you down into the abyss of the sea, dread it, run from it, hide from it all you wish but it will still drag you down all the same. And then, you saw him. Your destiny made personified right in front of you in the form of a far too large blue cookie. Shadow Milk Cookie, the Cookie of Deceit as Elder Faerie had put it. The grin he wore was wide, yet not open enough to look insane as it usually did. His eyes were focused on you, keeping track of each and every action you took and each reaction you displayed. Such analysis befitted the former Cookie of Knowledge, but only fragments of the past were left in the beast before you. He'd strayed from how the witches made him due to the power of the soul jam, all of them had. You steel yourself after a mere millisecond of hesitation, pointing your spear at him with determination. " Your time is up." You coldly announced, not daring to let anything else slip into your tone. He'll use anything to get the upper hand, all you need to do is to distract him until the seal is prepared. His grin widened. " You mean you're actually going through with this? You're actually sticking by them, even though they're betraying you?" He asked, almost mockingly in tone. You knew not to search his expression for a hint of genuineness in his expression like you did in the past, and yet you did for just a moment. And maybe there was something, but you stopped yourself from looking. " ... I mean just that." You replied. You watched as he shrunk down, each step he got smaller and smaller until he was just a bit taller than you. " Well by all means, go ahead my dear." He said almost cruelly, taunting you by laying his head upon the tip of your spear. You hesitate, " This will be your finale." you state to his amusement. He smiled, an airy chuckle seeping through his lips. " You won't do it, you can't bring yourself to let this happen. All because you love me." The beast taunts, pressing his neck closer to the blade in a way that was just enough to draw forth a few droplets of his blueberry jam. " It takes a very brave and cold cookie to do that, I don't think you can."

----

Or, what happened before the witches sealed the beasts in the Warden!Reader timeline, and during.

[cryingpariah]

I have a headcanon about Urpi

Urpi spends a lot of time slowly carving at Loki’s chains, they talk all casual and when a chain snaps Urpi celebrates (Loki too but than he quickly stops because he can’t show joy).

It’s like this:

Urpi: And than I made a wonderful vegetable stew with Pumpkins and Celery *filing*

Loki: Is that right now? Do you have any leftovers for me perhaps?

Urpi: No I don’t dear.

Loki: (internally) Heh, I knew her kindness was false. She’s clearly trying to break my chains for personal gain.

Urpi: I have a whole pot for you, made fresh. It’s more of a shot for you but it should taste good. *Still filing*

Loki: C-Can I have it?

Urpi: Of course

*Urpi stops filing and takes the pot over his mouth*

Urpi: Here buddy *pours the soup down*

He just not used to elder figures being both upfront and kind! Upfront about his demonic nature or kind out of fear/obligation! Genuine kindness and compassion? Arguments against everything he’s ever been told? It was a beast unlike any he had faced before.

He was convinced that as much as he liked his Amma, she must be hiding behind some agenda, had to have an ulterior motive! Why else would she be willing to risk social pariah-hood! She must be wanting to make a deal with him!

Admittedly she hasn’t asked yet…but clearly she was trying to butter him up! Let his guard be eroded with delicious meals and amusing anecdotes and then swoop in for the kill! Well she certainly had another thing coming! He wasn’t some wet behind the ears child (or Hajrudin)! He knew better than to fall for such a trick, he invented the book of tricks after all!

She will rue the day she dared think she could pull at HIS heartstrings!

…In the meantime though, since no moves have been made, he’d..allow her to think she’s winning. She’s diligent in her efforts, the food she brings keeps him warm in the chill of the underworld, and as much as he loves his beast friends, good conversationalist they do not make.

NOT THAT HE WAS TAKING MERCY UPON HER! OF COURSE, THIS WAS ALL VERY STRATEGIC ON HIS PART! ALL PART THE MASTER PLAN! NOTHING MORE!

[jules-writes-stories]

Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows

Azriel x Eris

Chapter 14 on AO3

...“Amma,” the fireling’s voice was soft, as he turned to her. “Can I try to feel for the binding? Try to determine what shape it is in?”

She nodded. Eris took the position Helion had taught him.  Placing his feet flat on the ground, he straightened his spine, and closed his eyes. Breathing in, he held it, and then breathed out. He had his mother turn her back to him. Most binding spells were cast along the spine. Mating bonds, were on the ribs, and so on.

He reached a hand out, as if trying to pet a wild beast, tentatively, with caution. His fingertips brushed against something with the texture of rotting fruit. Soft, pliant, squishy. And smelling sickly sweet.

Eris found a worm-like string, and unlike the woven ropes, or metallic links of the spells he cleaved in Day, this was viscous and stuck to his hands like tree sap. The autumn male pulled the string, experimentally, his mother tensing up.

“Does it pain you?” He asked her, pulling his hand away. She closed her eyes, and breathed through her nose.

“Yes, but in the way removing a splinter does. There is a relief in the discomfort. Please continue.” ...

@c-starstuff-man0 @the-darkestminds @yanny-77 @molcat07 @lilah-asteria @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @futurehunt @unanswered-stars @theartofmischief @going-through-shit @chunkypossum @fieldofdaisiies @talibunny30 @seihdacalling

[nesirov]

“ Mən hərkəsi insan yerinə qoyuram, amma bəziləri yerində dura bilmir... ”

© Arthur C. Clarke

[axmedova]

Bu gün insanlar həqiqətən də kifayət qədər informativ, hətta intellektualdır. Məktəb proqramını əzbərləyib, universitet bilgilərindən tutmuş, fəlsəfi, siyasi mövzulara qədər yiyələniblər. Elə bir məntiq yürütsünlər ki, deyirsən, bunlar dahidir.

Amma təəccüblüsü budur ki, bir o qədər də ibtidai və qeyri-müdrikdirlər. Elə hərəkət və kəlmələrlə bəsitliklərini ortaya çıxarırlar ki, bu ziddiyyəti anlamırsan.

Çünki tədris və sosial bilgilərlə "adam olunmur". Ən vacib mərhələ nağıllar və uşaq ədəbiyyatı mərhələsidir ki, natamam insanların bu mərhələni adladıqlarının şahidi olmuşam. Məhz müəllif nağıllarında bəsit insan xüsusiyyətləri, həyata dair xəbərdarlıqlar simvolizə edilir, oğurluq, xəyanət, paxıllıq, simiclik və s. kimi xüsusiyyətlərin yeri dəqiq göstərilir. Əgər bir uşaq məsələn, Andersen, Qrim qardaşları, Oskar Uayld nağıl və hekayələri ilə, Sovet dövrü cizgi filmləri, sinifdənxaric oxu ilə ruhunu isladıbsa, həyati ibrət alıbsa o heç vaxt cəmiyyətdə parazit mövqedə olmayacaq, buna əmin olun. Ancaq belə uşaqların da dövrü gedib. Hələ Jyul Vern, Mayn Rid oxuyan uşaqlar tamam buxarlanıb. İndi uşaqlar üçün maksimum hansı materiallar var? Bu meymundur, bu pişikdir, Yupiter, Mars, diş fırçalamaq filan - bundan o tərəfə heç nə yoxdur. Sonra gəlir super qəhrəmanlar. Uşaq beyninin qidası hardadır bəs? Bütün cizgi filmlərdən ancaq itehlakçılıq, fürsətçilik, güc savaşı yağır. Gəlib çatırlar 15 yaşa, qablar olsa-olsa tarix, riyaziyyat ilə dolu, qəlblərsə boş, sonra da maksimum gəlir romantik ədəbiyyat(C)

[yusapience]

Müəyyən yaşdan ya da nə bilim məncə heç yaşla da əlaqəsi yoxdur. Yaşanmışlıqlar da ola bilər amma o da deyil. Elə bir an gəlir ki, pis şeylər olanda da təsir etmir. Dostun c*ndırlıq edir? Etsin. Sevgilin ayrılır? Ayrılsın.

Bəlkə də bu insanda öz dəyərin artışıdır.

[jacob77]

Biri sizi çox sevə bilər amma sizi anlamırsa,getdiyiniz yolda getmək istəmirsə,zövqləriniz,maraqlandığınız şeyləri vecinə almırsa o dünyanın ən yaxşı sevəni belə olsa xoşbəxt ola bilmərsən. Çünki sevgi sadəcə bir xam maddədir. İstifadə edib,işlətmək lazımdır. (c)

[lyamsworld]

"- Bəzən heç vaxt olmadığın məkana daxil olursan, amma hiss edirsən ki, olduğun yerdəsən."

(c) How I Met Your Mother.

[bunnyboy-juice]

cupcake, warm milk, pillow, pastel, soft fur, meow !!

Cupcake - Do you have a comfort food? If so, what is it?

OH YEAH- my comfort food is quite literally kung pao chicken (no green peppers, add broccoli) from the Chinese food place down the street from us. they literally know my wife (tho they think she's me bc i always order) bc i am spoiled (read: they are VERY affordable) and xe will pick it up for me basically whenever im having a bad day and we have takeout money available and it never fails to make me 300% happier until i finish the leftovers

Warm milk - What is something that makes you feel comfortable?

my headphones c: they are over the ear and noise cancelling, i wear them 90% of the time i am not at home, and in general if im having discomfort but idk why I'm usually reaching for those first

Pillow - What are five (or more) things that make you happy?

non-living things/experiences only for this (bc if not my wife, cats, and closest friends take up slots 1-8 easy): the leather cock ring my wife tried buying that fits my wrist better (its really fun to clicky clicky and also is a cute bracelet and also makes me blush knowing what it was supposed to be for), seeing children expressing themselves through their clothing in public (UGH 🥰💞), seeing people with their friends/lovers and being able to tell from the laughter/loving touch that they're in their own little world together, movie nights at home (or at least somewhere i feel safe to unmask), CHICKEN SPAGHETTI THE WAY MY AMMA (mom) MADE IT, basically Any food but esp soup from my mami (grandmother), ummmmmm g-d this list could go for a really long time tbh so I'm gonna cap it but tbh a lot of things make me happy also, its not a very hard feeling to make happen for me

Pastel - What is your favorite color?

😭 g-d okay i had to use a color picker bc i wanted to give a very accurate representation of the orangey yellows and purpley pinks i like so oranges/yellows: dd9220 ffbe67 f2b40b pinks/purples: cfb5d2 ff4fd3 a8548f

Soft fur - How are you feeling right now?

honestly could be better, this morning was weird and now im itchy bc my skin is dry from the cold but im also leaving work rn so my mood will Definitely increase for sure in the next hour once im home

Meow - Share a random fact about yourself, please

ohhhh ummmm let see.....OH I have photos of my uterus in a folder somewhere because when i was 17 i had to have emergency surgery bc of a ruptured cyst and even though all i remember is Immense pain, i was apparently sobbing begging them to take pictures of my insides while they were trying to put me under for the surgery. i did this AGAIN when i was 18 and had to have my appendix removed (again, emergent surgery), and they did give me the photos but i lost those when moving

[loving-family-poll]

Re: A/C kissing is more explicit because the CW did let Sam and Dean kiss:

The CW also didn't let anyone in Supernatural say fuck, your point?

How. How is whether or not they say fuck relevant. Come on guys I know you know that making out is more explicitly incestuous than anything sam and dean do. For example wincest isn't canon but if sam and dean kissed it would be canon. For example the majority of the fandom denies the existence of anything incestuous happening between sam and dean, which they would not be able to do if they'd kissed. I'm not saying that makes amma/camille the better ship but it's the more Explicitly Incestuous ship. Don't be obtuse

[tanadrin]

What type of genetic engineering have the humans of the Sogant Raha universe done to themselves for the long ship journeys? For example, I could imagine tweaks like can "produce vitamin C" (and maybe other vitamins) or "increased production of essential amino acids" would help with a lot of dietary problems (which would also be supplemented by engineered food sources). Anything else (visual spectral acuity, mutation resistance)?

A big class of genetic alterations necessary to survive particularly in the interstellar phase of civilizations involves low-gravity adaptation and a slower metabolism. The human body being able to develop properly in microgravity and not suffer precipitous loss of bone density means you don't have to have large rotating sections on your spaceship, which makes building interstellar craft much easier from an engineering standpoint. And it makes them much lighter, which is important when trying to cover massive distances using rockets! Other important genetic alterations are going to include resistance to non-infectious diseases (infectious diseases are pretty easy to control when your environment is entirely artificial), like cancer and degenerative diseases of the brain and nervous system.

Depending on the branch of humanity we're talking about, and how far into the exile, some of the alterations were more dramatic--radiation resistance, adaptation to low-pressure environments, major morphological adaptations (say, toward something more resembling our arboreal cousins, handy in low-gravity environments), and optional or even obligate parthenogenetic reproduction. Some, but by no means all of these genetic alterations would be reversed or the underlying genes silenced during the planetary phase of civilization. By the late exile, genetic engineering is skillful enough in some branches that you might have human populations for whom extended periods in microgravity automatically triggers a reactivation of spacefaring adaptations.

When it comes to the people of Ammas Echor specifically, a couple of generations after the ship had been launched from Rauk, almost all of its inhabitants were adapted genetically and physically to spacefaring life. This was mostly down to records of genetic engineering technology preserved aboard its predecessor Gyandamantu, which meant that the Ammas Echor's passengers didn't have to rediscover all of that themselves, but it was also down to a heavy utilization of cybernetic augmentation in addition to genetic alteration--these augmentations improved strength, helped regulate the metabolism, allowed for long-term hibernation to conserve resources, and helped to both avoid and heal major injuries, such that most of the ship's crew enjoyed a healthy lifespan centuries long, and many longer.

But few of these changes made it into the planetary population of Sogant Raha, since they represented overspecialization toward life in space--during the last century or so of final approach, the Archive considered reverting toward the more baseline form that had been common at Rauk. Attention also had to be paid to areas which had been long neglected by the genetic science of the Exile, like the immune system. Ultimately, the last couple of generations raised as they approached Kdjemmu were in some ways significant throwbacks--they possibly erred in reverting too far toward the baseline, but they were understandably worried about having children that would be totally unsuited to life in a complete, naturally-evolved biosphere.

The spacefaring type didn't go extinct overnight, though. Besides being long-lived, the Archive needed members to remain aboard the ship while it was in orbit and keep things running even as colonization began, and it was projected that the Ammas Echor would be the center of Sogantine civilization for a few centuries at least. Those Archivists who did venture to the surface had to do so in heavy environmental support suits. And when the ship was lost, the handful that remained would have lost the ability to maintain those suits if they broke down, much less create new ones.

Once the final Archivists of the spacefaring type died out, the Sogantine population would have been pretty close to present-day humans for the most part, with some key differences. Visually, they did not resemble any particular phenotype familiar to us. They lacked a propensity to most common genetic diseases familiar to us (though some of these, or new ones, might show up again in subsequent centuries). They were better adapted to childbirth--this is something Exile geneticists had worked hard at fixing, and weren't about to inflict on their children again--meaning much lower baseline maternal mortality rates. And the frequency of really negative recessive traits was reduced, meaning that despite being pretty genetically homogeneous during the Settlement period, the small population size was not as deleterious to long-term health as might otherwise be expected.

Sixty thousand years is a long time--long enough for plenty of new phenotypes to arise and for a moderate degree of divergence between widely-separated populations--but even quite late in the timeline, Sogant Raha mostly has less genetic diversity than Earth does today. Not that there aren't exceptions--the Dappese are outliers, far enough removed from other populations that pairings with them produce markedly lower fertility rates, and I haven't even begun to touch on the Cloud-Faced People.

[driftwccds]

˗ˏˋ rohan kaur ⟶ introduction

rohan kaur picked up their key from the front desk nine months ago. the thirty-seven year old uses he/him pronouns and is a oceanographer from london, england. According to their apartment application, people have told them they look a lot like dev patel, and the character they identify with most is dick grayson from batman. santa moneda gives you a warm welcome, and we hope you enjoy your stay. ( s/star, 25, she/her, est, )

B A S I C S

˗ˏˋ full name ⟶ rohan kaur ˗ˏˋ age ⟶ thirty-seven ˗ˏˋ pronouns ⟶ he/him ˗ˏˋ place of birth ⟶ falmouth, england ˗ˏˋ star sign ⟶ scorpio

I N T E R V I E W ( bio & backstory )

I:  can  you  state  your  full  name,  age,  and  how  long  you’ve  been  living  at  santa  moenda,  for  the  record  ?

R:  he  takes  a  seat  across  from  the  interviewer,  his  posture  stiff  and  his  eyes  glued  to  the  porcelain  tiles  beneath  their  feet.  it’s  clear  he’s  not  used  to  being  in  front  of  the  camera, and much prefers the other way around.  “  rohan  kaur.  i  just  turned  thirty  seven.  i’ve  been  here  nine…  “  he  trails  off  as  he  checks  his  watch  to  confirm  the  date.  “  …yeah.  nine  months.  give  or  take.  ”

I:  let’s  start  at  the  beginning  :  where  were  you  born  ?  what  is  your  family  like  ?

R:  “  i  was  born  off  the  coast  of  england,  in  a  town  called  falmouth.  my  amma  ——  my  mom  ——  was  a  expert  in  marine  biology,  and  she  travelled  around  a  lot,  always  coming  back  with  these  stories  about  the  islands  she  visited  and  the  animals  she  saw.  i  had  two  sisters  growing  up    ;  one  older,  one  younger.  yeah,  i  know…  ——  “  he  titters  nervously,  “  ——  never  trust  a  middle  child.  oh.  and  there’s  my  dad.  he’s  just  a  salesman.  or  he  was  ?  i  think  he  retired  last  year.  “

I:  what  was  your  childhood  like  ?  

R:  “  my  childhood  was  pretty  standard,  as  far  as  childhoods  go.  we  were  all  crammed  into  this  little  pastel  yellow  house  right  on  the  beach.  i  got  lucky.  i  didn’t  have  to  share  my  room  because  i  was  the  only  boy,  but  my  sisters  were  constantly  arguing  on  the  other  side  of  the  wall  so  it  really  didn’t  make  much  difference.  “  again,  he  gives  a  nervous  chuckle,  though  this  one  has  a  hint  of  nostalgia  to  it.  “  my  dad  was  out  caretaker.  my  mom  was  out  on  expeditions  a  lot,  though  she  always  made  sure  to  call  us  provided  she  had  signal  ——  sometimes  you  don’t,  out  in  the  middle  of  the  ocean  ——  and  she  always  brought  us  back  trinkets  from  the  places  she  had  been.  and  stories.  from  the  kind  of  storyteller  she  was  you  would  think  she  has  been  single-handedly  fighting  jeff  bezos  and  climate  change  on  the  open  waters,  or  wrestling  giant  squid  without  a  wetsuit.  “  he  smiles  fondly,  “  we  had  a  lot  of  picnics,  too,  by  the  beach  and  the  water.  my  parents  would  take  us  down  early  in  the  morning  to  explore  the  tidepools  and  the  creatures  living  in  them.  i  used  to  have  a  whole  box  of  seashells  i  stored  like  treasure  under  my  bed  that  i  wouldn’t  let  my  parents  get  rid  of.  we’d  try  to  spot  harbour  dolphins  in  the  channel.  i  don’t  think  we  ever  did,  but  me  and  my  sisters  all  used  to  say  we  did  to  make  each  other  jealous.  “

I:  what  kind  of  kid  were  you  ?

R:  “  me  ?  “  he  looks  caught  off  guard  by  the  question.  he  doesn’t  want  to  talk  about  himself  ——  he  much  prefers  reminiscing  about  his  family  home.  he  thinks  about  it  for  a  minute.  “  quiet.  people  used  to  say  that  a  lot.  they’d  ask  my  dad  if  i  was  okay.  i  was.  i  just  didn’t  have  anything  to  say.  i  read  a  lot  ;  adventure  stories,  mostly.  anything  i  could  get  my  hands  on  at  the  library  or  whatever  i  could  convince  my  parents  to  buy  me  when  we  went  to  the  bookstore.  i  read  moby  dick  when  i  was  too  young  to  understand  and  cried  because  i  didn’t  realize  the  whale  was  supposed  to  be  the  villain.  ”  he  winces,  lips  pursing  together  tightly.  “  that’s  kind  of  embarrassing  to  have  on  record,  huh  ?  oh  well.  my  mom  used  to  say  i  had  a  heart  that  was  as  fragile  as  a  jellyfish.  i  think  it  probably  still  rings  true.  um…  yeah.  i  don’t  know.  i  was  a  pretty  normal,  average  kid.  nothing  extraordinary.  “

I:  the  career  that  you  picked :  what  made  you  decide  to  go  in  that  direction  ?  how  do  you  like  it  ?

R:  “  i  knew  from  the  time  i  could  think  that  i  wanted  to  do  something  that  would  put  me  out  on  the  water  like  my  mom.  it  was  just  a  matter  of  figuring  out  what  that  would  be,  and  how  i  would  get  there.  “  he  shrugs,  “  it’s  basically  in  my  dna.  the  summers  she  would  be  at  home  she  would  take  me  and  my  sisters  out  to  go  snorkelling  off  the  coast  and  the  cliffs  once  we  were  old  enough.  it’s  like  another  world  down  there,  y’know ?  like  you’re  visiting  some  other  planet.  have  you  ever  ——  have  you  ever  gone  diving  ?  no  ?  you  should  ——  chile  is  known  for  being  the  breeding  ground  for  blue  whales,  though  i  guess  they  really  don’t  come  in  close  to  shore.  there  are  other  whales  too,  and  dolphins  that  do  come  in  towards  the  beaches…  ——  i’m  getting  off  topic  here,  aren’t  i  ?  “  sheepishly,  he  lowers  his  head,  curving  his  shoulders  up  towards  his  ears.  “  anyway,  i  didn’t  want  to  be  one  of  those  scientists  who  sit  at  a  desk  at  a  university  and  just  read  papers.  i  wanted  to  actually  be  in  the  ocean,  seeing  it  all  for  myself.  i  guess  that’s  where  the  camera  comes  in.  i  was  going  through  a  difficult  time  in  my  life  and  going  out  into  the  water  and  seeing  the  beauty  was  one  of  the  few  things  that  kept  me  going.  i  wanted  to  share  that  experience  with  other  people.  i  wanted  to  have  a  hand  in  educating  people,  so  they’d  maybe  understand  and  appreciate  it  the  way  i  do  and  want  to  save  it.  does  that  answer  your  question  ?  “  he  blows  out  his  cheeks,  “  i  don’t  know.  “

I:  what  was  the  most  defining  moment  in  your  life  ?  how  has  it  impacted  you  personally  ?  

R:  he  takes  a  long  pause  after  the  question,  his  gaze  downcast  towards  his  jacket  sleeves,  picking  at  the  fraying  denim.  “  about five years ago,  i  got  this  opportunity  to  go  to  california  to  study  the  kelp  forests  with  a hanful of professors.  up until that point i had only had temporary contract jobs, and they often required me to move around. i hoped that maybe, if i provided myself on this research trip i'd be offered even a small position at UCLA.  “  his  voice  has  been  soft  the  entire  interview,  but  now  it’s  quiet  enough  it  can  barely  be  heard,  and  twinged  with  a  hint  of  guilt.    “  up until then i had spent every summer back hope with my family to make sure i didn't go forever without seeing them, but this was such a great opportunity i didn't want to miss out. and i  loved  it, but we  were  out  on  the  research  boat  for  days  at  a  time.  our  signal  was  kind  of  shitty  so  it  wasn’t  until  i  got  back  to  see  that  my  dad  got  a  hold  of  me  to  tell  me  that  um…  my  amma  and  my  younger  sister  they  had,  um…  “  yet  again  his  shoulders  cave  in  on  himself.  he  sounds  like  he’s  trying  not  to  cry.    “  there  was  a  boating  accident.  a  boat  that  was  bigger  than  theirs  wasn’t  paying  attention…  i’m  sorry  ——  you  didn’t  ask  for  some  sob  story.  i  don’t  need  pity.  it  just,  um,  i  do  a  lot  of  what  i  do  now  in  an  attempt  to  be  close  to  them,  i  guess.  like  if  the  ocean  was  the  one  who  took  them  then  maybe  i  can  find  some  peace  of  them  when  i’m  down  there  too.  it  sounds  really  stupid  to  say  out  loud  but…  “  he  shrugs  with  a  shaky  exhale,  “  i  haven’t  really  been  home  since.  i  think  losing  them  kind  of  messed  up  the  family  dynamics.  my  dad  calls  once  and  a  while.  so  does  my  sister.  but  i’m  usually  really  busy,  so  we  don’t  get  to  talk  long.  there’s  an  ocean  out  there  to  save,  right ?  someone’s  gotta  do  it.  “

I:  why  did  you  come  to  santa  moenda  ?  how  do  you  like  it  ?

R:  “  i’ve  already  talked  your  ear  off  about  the  chilean  marine  wildlife,  so  i  won’t  bore  you  anymore  with  that.  “  he  forces  a  laugh,  attempting  to  shake  off  some  of  the  heaviness  that  hangs  in  the  air  around  him.  “  it  just  seemed  like  the  right  place  to  set  up  a  base  camp.  i  post  a  lot  of  the  videos  i  take  online  to  raise  awareness  about  the  ocean  and  what  it’s  going  through  ——  there’s  enough  wildlife  here  that  i’ll  never  run  out  of  content.  it’s  also  beautiful.  “  he  raises  his  hands  to  gesture  to  the  stained  glass  windows  on  the  other  side  of  the  room,  and  the  colourful  mosaic  tiles  dotting  the  walls.    “  it’s  like  an  escape  from  everything. i’ve  been  a  lot  of  places  around  the  world,  seen  a  lot  of  beautiful  cities  and…  i  don’t  know.  “  he  sighs,  dropping  his  shoulders  as  he  looks  up  towards  the  painted  ceiling,  “  it’s  different  here.  plus,  i  think  it  helps  being  able  to  open  the  windows  and  see  the  ocean  staring  back  at  me.  “ 

M I S C H E A D C A N O N S

he has a small tabby cat that he adopted as a stray when he first moved into the apartment complex, and that's his closest companion. talks to it all day long even though it can't answer back.

he is vegan ! the environment and climate change and the impact of humans on nature is very important to him, and so he tried to negate his own carbon footprint in however many ways he can. this includes going vegan as often as he can ( though if there's no vegan options he's not the kind of person to complain or fuss about it. )

as i mentioned above he does have like a youtube channel where he posts a lot of the amateur footage he takes of wildlife he's encountered over the years.

the death of his mom & his sister did impact him pretty heavily, especially because of the guilt he feels for having not gone home to visit them that summer. he's pretty isolated because of this; it freaks him out to be close to people because he doesn't know if they could just up and die in an accident ( he worries a lot about stuff like that, but only about other people, not himself. ) he's also a workaholic because of this.

adrenaline junky 100%. nobody who swims with sharks willingly isn't.

he travels a lot for work when he gets contracts to do camera work on documentaries or work with scientists to try and get footage of animals that are hard to capture on tape. he'll disappear without saying much for like 2 weeks and then come back from some expedition like he's been there the whole time. practically a ghost out here.

film nerd ! when you're someone who doesn't leave your apartment except to go look at the ocean what else do you have to do except consume content. that also helps with the videography stuff that he does i think. ~ cinema ~

he can very shittily play guitar. was good at it once but hasn't touched the one sitting in the corner of his room for years.

his pinterest is right here and there's a section with some random pinterest photo ideas for connections but otherwise i'm open to whatever ! this is long so thank you for reading lmfao.

[qualcosalungolastrada]

Si pure votta 'o viento nun me movo

Anche se tira il vento non mi muovo

Chello ca me fa sbandà so' l'onne

Quello che mi fa sbandare sono le onde

Si quando sto stutato nun me trovo

Se anche quando sto spento non mi trovo

"Vatte 'a cercà!" m'o dico sempre

"Vai a cercarti" me lo dico sempre

Comme se po' parlà su nun vulimmo?

Come si può parlare se non vogliamo?

Basta si nun è proprio nient 'e ché!

A meno che non sia proprio niente di ché

Comme nun saccio 'e vote nun vedimmo

Non so proprio come sia possibile che a volte non vediamo

L'amice che arrefonneno pe' te

Gli amici che "si sacrificano" per te

Si nun ce fermammo mo'

Se non ci fermiamo ora

C'hanno venì a piglià

Devono "venirci a prendere"

Chiudi ll'uocchie e appiennete a me

Chiudi gli occhi e appoggiati a me

Turnamme a casa!

Torniamo a casa

Chiudi ll'uocchie e nun ce pensà

Chiudi gli occhi e non ci pensare

Turnamme a casa!

Si pure nun è niente nun me trovo

Anche se non è successo niente non mi trovo

Amma campà cu 'e pezze 'nfronte

Dobbiamo vivere con " 'e pezze 'nfronte"*

Si pure sto currenno nun me movo

Anche se sto correndo non mi muovo

Senza sapè che tengo a mente

Senza sapere cosa sto pensando

Comme c'amma fermà nun 'o sapimmo

Non sappiamo come dobbiamo fermarci

Quando so' troppo e cose che amma fa

Quando le cose da fare sono troppe

Tanto dimane chello ca vulimmo

Ma tanto domani, quello che vogliamo

Nun è mai tardi pe' c 'o ghi a cercà

Non è mai tardi per andarcelo a cercare

*letteralmente "con le pezze in fronte" è un modo per dire: essere nei guai, stare male.