#doing the dirty dishes spiritual

[doingthedirtydishes]

Buyer beware: There are no lack of Gurus on Social Media selling you 100 ways to happiness. Secret: it's free, look within, not without. All that you seek is seeking you.

https://doingthedirtydishes.blog/2019/04/22/warning-a-drive-through-guru-is-coming-to-a-facebook-post-near-you/

[prettieinpink]

HAVING AN INTENTIONAL ROOM

Your room is the most important place in your life. You sleep, wake up, heal and experience many emotions just in your room. You have to take care of your room, so it is spiritually the ideal place to grow into the best version of yourself. 

KEEPING YOUR ROOM CLEAN 

Keeping your room free of mess is an act of mindfulness and self-discipline that supports your overall journey and connects you with your higher self. It helps with promoting clarity, and cultivating inner balance and is an everyday self-care ritual. 

Make your bed every day. You have to respect the place in which you sleep and heal.

Hang up clean clothes after the day or put any dirty clothes in your laundry hamper, avoid tossing them on the floor. 

Find a place for everything, and know where everything is. If you do not know where each thing in your room is located, you either have too much clutter or you’re disorganised. 

Tidy up your room daily, neatly putting everything away in its place. If needed, buy a few organisers. 

Don’t leave rubbish for extended periods. Treat your room like a temple, don’t disrespect it, and pick up after yourself. 

Try to avoid eating meals in your bedroom. We forget the dirty dishes over time, and it stinks and attracts unwanted bugs. 

Change bed sheets regularly. Once a week at the most, for more hygienic reasons though. 

Remove unwanted items on your bedside table. Keep it minimal and intentional with anything you want to place on it.

Regularly clean up the dust in your room, using a duster or a damp microfiber cloth on all of the surfaces. 

ENCOURAGING GROWTH IN YOUR LIFE

A room designed to encourage inner growth serves as a physical reminder of your commitment to self-improvement, personal development, and overall well-being. It creates an environment helpful to improvement, self-reflection, and positive change.

Keep specific areas of your room designated to one task in your life. For me, my desk is for productivity, my bed is for resting or relaxing and my bedroom floor is for mindful activities. 

Throw away any items that do not serve a purpose to you anymore. Avoid keeping items that bring you painful or harmful memories.

Minimise the presence of technology in your room. I suggest having zones in your room which is device-free or having a time of day in which devices are not allowed in your room. 

Create a vision board poster in your room that you can see every day, which helps to visualise and motivate you to create your dream life. 

Place meaningful quotes, affirmations, mantras or prayers as reminders of the values, mindsets or intentions you wish to cultivate in your life.

Display personal achievements. If you won any awards or certificates, place them in a way in which you can view them every day. If you have done something in your life that you think is an achievement but have no award to display, just simply create your own. Buy some balsawood and glue it together to create your own medal. 

Place items that align with the habits or routines you want to cultivate in your life so that they are easily accessible. Put a workout mat in the corner, always have your journal on your desk or have a cold water bottle ready to go when you wake up. 

3. DECORATING YOUR ROOM TO REFLECT YOU

Decorating your room in a way that reflects your true self brings a sense of authenticity and comfort. It creates a nurturing environment that allows for self-expression, reflection, and personal growth which ultimately contributes to your journey of inner development.

Make a mood board or vision board of how you would want your room to look, how it supports you and how it makes you feel. Choose a colour scheme in this process as well.

Add candles or incense that you think embodies who you are, or who you want to be. For example, if I want to be a cleaner person, I would choose a candle that smells like fresh linen. 

Put up posters of things that you like, people who you look up to or anything that expresses who you are.

Add a canopy to your bed while you sleep. So cute, and I believe it helps protect you from any unwanted energy entering through you while you sleep. 

Add a rug, even if you already have carpet, to enhance the cozy ambience of the room. 

An ottoman at the end of the bed can elevate your room to look more expensive, if needed, it can also be an organiser for your extra things. 

Put life in your room, adding low-maintenance plants or flowers can liven it up. A little extra, research some plants or flowers meaning’s and pick one that resonates with you. 

Display any of your favourite jewellery, bags, clothing pieces, or make-up around your room. A nice way to appreciate what you have, without actually using them. 

[is-this-fascism]

do as many things in the category you picked as you can, but even just one is okay! also feel free to come up with your own tasks if none of these appeal to you

[rottenpumpkin13]

A long time ago, you received an ask about what languages the Firsts would like to learn. It went something like "Zack wants to learn Spanish because of -insert reason-" "Sephiroth wants to learn Latin totally not because of One Winged Angel" "Genesis wants to learn French to sound better than everybody". But the one I actually remember is Angeal:

Angeal: "If I had to learn another language, I would like to learn English, because nobody understands when I say to PUT. YOUR DISHES. IN THE DISHWASHER. PUTTING THEM ON THE COUNTER BY THE SINK DOES NOTHING."

I would like to counter this response by saying I put all the dishes neatly in the dishwasher for years until a new member of my family straight up refused to learn how to do it right. If the bowls aren't balanced the right way, they won't get washed. If you put things in the wrong location, you waste a lot of useful space. But this man flat out said "I refuse to learn how to do this right because I don't care".

So out of SPITE, dishes now sit on the kitchen counter because I refuse to be bothered when no one else gives a shit. What does Angeal think about this if this is something one of his fellow Firsts did?

Angeal may try to project an image of humility and honor, but he combats petty with petty. If he realizes people who have the privilege of owning a dishwasher are being disorderly out of spite, he'll do things to be even pettier. This includes:

• One time he witnessed Sephiroth dump a perfectly good mug of coffee down the drain, and made it his personal mission to mess with him. Over a month, he methodically swapped all of Sephiroth's coffee with decaf and watched Sephiroth slowly descend into madness.

• When Genesis couldn't be bothered to wash his dishes in the break room, Angeal turned it into an art show. He'd collect the dirty dishes and created elaborate display outside Genesis' office, complete with angallery-style label like "Exhibit 17: A Study in Neglected Responsibilities"

• Changed all the settings on Zack's computer so it would autocorrect "SOLDIER" to "SHOULDER" in his official emails to Director Lazard. Lazard received three reports about "SHOULDER Second Class performance reviews"

• Orchestrated a three-week psychological campaign to convince everyone—including Sephiroth himself—that he was allergic to coffee. Every time Sephiroth took a sip, Angeal would squint and ask about non-existent rashes until even Sephiroth started second-guessing himself.

• Loves cooking extravagant meals just to send photos to his friends with captions like "Made your favorite dish… Not for you though" or "This could've been yours."

• Claims everyone's preferred spots, especially Sephiroth's cherished right-side aisle seat in their usual mess hall booth. He'll sit there with a straight face while watching Sephiroth's internal blue screen. (punishment for the coffee)

•Steals Sephiroth's favorite coffee mug, making it mysteriously appear in increasingly bizarre locations around the 49th floor. like inside the copy machine, balanced on top of the water cooler, in the middle of board meeting tables, and once inside the vents.

• Changes Zack's training sessions into "essential SOLDIER skills" that suspiciously look like chores, like organizing the filing room, polishing all the doorknobs in the building, alphabetizing Angeal's spice rack, and putting coffee beans in the air vent in Sephiroth's office, so that Sephiroth constantly smells coffee whenever he's working.

• Weaponizes his infamous lectures. Once subjected Genesis to a 45-minute lecture on "proper pizza etiquette and the spiritual implications of throwing out the crust." Gives Sephiroth an hour-long lecture about resource conservation whenever he spots him with coffee. Sephiroth is in hell

• Takes malicious delight in creatively misinterpreting Sephiroth's requests:

Sephiroth: The coffee maker needs cleaning. Angeal: *Completely disassembles the coffee maker and spreads all its parts across Sephiroth's desk and cleaning supplies* Sephiroth: *visibly fighting the urge to cry*

• Maintains a detailed "incident log" where he documents everyone's minor transgressions. Once pulled it out during a board meeting to remind Genesis about "The Great Stapler Misplacement of Last Tuesday." Adds a tally mark under Sephiroth's name every time he spots him with coffee.

• Started a rumor that his office plant can sense irresponsibility. Strategically moves it around the office to "watch" people. Zack is completely convinced it's judging him.

Zack: I swear it droops when I forget to hand in my reports! Angeal, watering plant: The voice of nature speaks the truth.

• Sephiroth has quit coffee.

[mintyisms]

Runescape Skilling Inspired Headcanons

Agility - How agile is your muse? Are they capable of acrobatic feats?

Archaeology - Does your muse have any interest in history? Is there a particular era or topic that they most enjoy learning about?

Attack - Does your muse have any sort of violent tendencies? Would they attack someone? Or are they more pacifistic? What would make them resort to violence?

Constitution - Does your muse take good care of their health? When was the last time they saw a doctor? Are they currently suffering from any chronic illnesses?

Construction - Is your muse the DIY type when it comes to home projects or do they pay someone to take care of everything? What kind of projects have they taken on before or what sort of projects would they want to start?

Cooking - How well can your muse cook? Do they have a favorite dish or type of cuisine to prepare? Would they rather cook dinner or go out to a restaurant?

Crafting - What are your muse's creative outlets? Would they ever consider turning those outlets into a business or would they rather keep them as a hobby?

Defense - How well is your muse able to defend themself in a physical fight? Do they have any sort of martial arts or fighting training?

Divination - How does your muse feel about psychics, mediums, and the like? Would they ever seek answers from one or trust answers they received?

Dungeoneering - Does your muse enjoy exploring? What was their favorite adventure or what place would they like to explore?

Farming - Does your muse have a green thumb or are they able to kill fake plants? Does growing their own produce appeal to them in anyway?

Firemaking - Does your muse have basic survival skills? How did they learn these skills? If dropped into the middle of nowhere, would they be able to survive and/or find their way home?

Fishing - Does your muse enjoy fishing? If so, do they have any favorite spots? Would they eat their catch or release it?

Fletching - Does your muse have any wood carving skills? If so, what kind of things do they like to carve? If not, would they like to learn?

Herblore - Does your muse trust traditional remedies or do they solely rely on modern medicine? Are they able to create or administer cures themself or do they rely on a professional?

Hunter - Is your muse a hunter? If so, what sort of game do they hunt and with what weapon? Do they have any moral stances on how hunting should be done?

Invention - How good is your muse at problem solving? Have they ever invented something to solve a problem they were having? Do they have any current ideas that they would like bring into the world? Would they keep their inventions private or share them with the world?

Magic - How does your muse feel about magic? Do they or would they wield it if they could? What sort of magic?

Mining - Is your muse used to physical labor? How do they feel about having to get their hands dirty?

Necromancy - Does your muse fear death, embrace it, or treat it with indifference? What do they believe happens when when we die?

Prayer - Is your muse religious or spiritual in any way? How do they feel about organized religion? Do they have any deeply held beliefs that are influenced by religion? Does faith play any sort of role in their life?

Ranging - Does your muse have any experience with shooting sports, such as archery, darts, or paintball? If not, do they have any interest in trying them out? Would they be any good?

Runecrafting - Does your muse have any items they believe hold some kind of magical power? What sort of power? Are they able to charge the item or is the power inherent to the item?

Slayer - Has your muse ever had to defeat a monster, real or imagined? What was the outcome? Knowing what they know now, would it be easier if they had to do it again?

Smithing - How does your muse handle heat? Do they overheat or catch chills more easily? Do they prefer to be warm or cold?

Strength - How strong is your muse? Did they come by this strength naturally or unnaturally (steroids, magic, technology, etc)? Which do they value more, mental or physical strength?

Summoning - Has your muse ever had a pet? Would they like to have one now if they don't currently have one? What type of pet are they most suited to?

Thieving - Has your muse ever stolen anything? Did they feel bad about it? Do they feel there are morally acceptable reasons to steal or is it a completely black and white issue?

Woodcutting - How concerned is your muse with taking care of the environment? Would they stand in harms way to protest things like logging or oil companies? What sort of things do they do in everyday life to help the environment, if anything?

[thesirencult]

PAC READING: YOUR DIVINE FEMININE'S AURA

Discussing your feminine's general aura and characteristics. Friendly for both men and girls/theys who like girls. You can also pick it to see how your aura is as a feminine ❤️

Book your reading by sending me a private message xoxo S.

Pile 1

7 of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, 10 of swords

Your DF has the aura of a sweet herbal witch. She lives in her little cabin in the woods and like a fairy she works on perfecting her craft. Greens and purples look great on her.

This is a slow and steady energy. This is someone who loves taking their time. She loves learning and implementing her skills. Making coffee becomes a daily ritual and same goes as washing the dishes.

Her attention to detail is immaculate and that can drive you crazy sometimes but you know that with all that good comes some bad. Very well presented, you can take her anywhere and all eyes will be on her. Very earthy, stable and focused on building a foundation for all things practical before she jumps onto commitment.

Her steady "working on myself" attitude stems from getting backstabbed one too many times. She knows that she has to build herself up and after that all her dreams will manifest. She is into self development and may love going through that tag on Tumblr. She may even be a blogger herself.

She is investing in herself and doesn't shy away from learning about accounting or law. Nothing will stand on her way to that cute fairy cottage *aggressive cute walk* 😉.

Pile 2

9 of pentacles, queen of swords, the magician

Whoever has this DF as a counterpart or has that aura, WOW. Miss Independent. A handful. We love seeing that *sprinkle, sprinkle* here. CEO. That's C-Suite energy!

This woman is someone powerful and dominant. Like a race horse you will always bet on because you KNOW, it will always come first 😉 (pun intended). She works very very hard for what she wants and similar to pile 1 she can be in accounting, finance and law. Good with numbers and her hands. I bet she has a dirty sense of humour.

From the first moment you see her you will know she is the real deal. Others blend in the background while she power walks in the room. Penetrating stare and red bottom high heels, her allure is different. She doesn't have to show dominance, others feel that she is the boss. Mami energy. Ferocious when someone comes for her loved ones. She could even be in law enforcement.

Red and brown. Symbolising high energy that's still grounded and serious. Do not cross her.

Pile 3

King Of Swords, Knight Of Wands, Ace Of Swords

Now, this one? A handful ! Try to tie her down. You just can't. A brat.

This person is very fluid. They don't care about terms and conditions. They are highly intelligent and her mind walks a thin line between spirituality and logic. The most unconventional, they will find a solution no one sees yet it's right in front of them. Highly intellectual and well versed in philosophy and math.

This reminds of a movie with James Franco where he played a start up founder who was into spirituality. A crazy genius. A party is a party and they will be there.

Partying in Ibiza? They've done that. Phuket for a Muay Thai Camp? That did that last year! Eiffel tower to try a croissant with pistachio filling? They just got back yesterday and guess what? They hate pistachios.

This person is the type to run a start up company focused on clean energy and when shit hits the fun they will call an astrologer and ask for recommendations. They respect everyone. They will listen to your mom and dad when they talk about their days and take mental notes of great ideas. They know great ideas come from the most unconventional places and fields.

Pile 4

Page Of Cups, Page Of Swords, The Fool (5 Of Swords + 8 Of Swords + 5 Of Pentacles flew out)

This can be my age difference pile. They will run you to the ground lol.

This is someone with lots of mental capacity. You ask them about World War II and they will tell you how Nazis and Churchill used astrology and why the war happened and after 5 hours you will be listening to them about Ancient Mesopotamia. "How did we get here?" You will think.

Well, it doesn't matter cause you love listening to their voice and their warm heartfelt laugh. They look innocent and pure and even if they try to intimidate you you will let them think they can but in reality they look like a cinnamon roll and they are a cinnamon roll. Their life was not the best and they have lots of trust issues. They may look innocent but their eyes hide a painful past. Like a kitten thrown out and left out in the cold they feel lost and unappreciated.

You listening to them means the world and you will be shocked at how appreciative they are and how loving with you. They are very romantic and they may have great expectations and daydreams about their love life.

I get that you might start off as friends and meet in a very random way on a daily run or while getting groceries or a tire changed. You will immediately fall in love with them and they will seem like they don't suspect a thing. Let me tell you, they know, they are just too scared to show their feelings and until you grab them and kiss em you won't know how much passion is brewing underneath this innocent and clever facade. They might turn into pile number 2 in a few years lol.

Ready for everything, you will always be a warm embrace and their home when they come back from exploration. You will love how they yawn while reading a book and how they stretch when they wake up showing revealing their tummy. They are cute to you, even if everyone else sees them differently, that's how you view them. They might be a black mysterious cat but you think of them as a tired little kitten waiting for a safe home that will accept them as they are.

[epinebleue]

love me now (m) | 01

(Gif credit)

in which you have sex via FaceTime.

pairing: johnny suh x reader (female)

genre: established relationship!au, mature.

warnings: dirty talking, praise kink, masturbation.

author’s note: tell me why i’m blushing while posting this lmao you can tell i haven’t written smut in years.

chapter index

“I really miss you.”

Johnny laughs quietly at your pouty face, causing the image to shake for a few seconds.

“I left this morning.”

“Still!” You defend yourself, head on the pillows and arm raised, holding the phone up so that Johnny can see your face. “The house’s so quiet. I hate it here.”

“You should’ve come with me, then.”

“I have to work, Johnny, it’s not like I didn’t want to go.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s accusations. He raises an eyebrow as if doubting your word. You know he’s only playing, but it bothers you a little. “Besides, you know how much I love your mother’s cooking, how could I say no to that?”

“Well, for your information, she won’t accept a no next time. She said she’ll cook all your favorite dishes.”

You laugh softly at that, flattered. You’ve been in a relationship with Johnny for two years, yet she loves and takes care of you as if you had dated for decades. Even if you can't go visit Johnny's parents that much, they still treat you like a queen every time you go there. You’re so fortunate to have them and their son in your life.

“She’s so cute. Tell them I love them.”

“I will.” Johnny places his free arm behind his neck and rests his head on it. “Tell me about your day. Did you have fun?”

“Oh, yes.” You hadn’t been able to go out with your whole group for months, ones too busy with work and studies, others trying to get their lives together. Managing to gather them in the same place had been such a challenge but so worthy. “Rosie’s starting a new job tomorrow, Jane will defend her PhD next month, and Jamie’s going to Hawaii on a spiritual retreat or some shit. Oh, and she made out with a waiter. And a bartender.”

Johnny scoffs in disbelief. “Classic Jamie.”

“It was a bet, actually.” And you lost 20 dollars, but you aren’t telling him that. “Wait a minute, my arm’s getting tired.” You rest the phone against the pillows and roll until you're lying on your stomach in front of it, hand supporting your chin.

“Is that my T-shirt?” Johnny asks out of nowhere. You’re speechless, having forgotten about it. Yes, you’re wearing Johnny’s favorite T-shirt, given by his father when he turned 16. It’s dark grey, with a drawing and the band’s name on the front: Coldplay. It fits Johnny perfectly but is huge enough to cover your body like a dress when you wear it.

“Yeah.” An embarrassed laugh leaves your lips because, up until now, Johnny didn’t know that you wear his clothes whenever he’s away. “It smells like you, makes me feel less lonely.”

“You’re so cute.” His eyes form a pair of crescent moons as he smiles, making your embarrassment grow.

“Stop!” Your face falls flat on the mattress in an attempt to hide away from his gaze.

“I mean it, you look so pretty.” You giggle against the soft covers. It doesn’t matter how much Johnny compliments you, you’ll never get used to it. “I’d so fuck you in that.”

You raise your head so fast that you hear your neck crack. You aren’t laughing anymore, but you still smile. Johnny, on the other hand, is dead serious. 

“Control yourself, sir, you’re in your parent’s house.”

“How can you tell me to control myself when you look that hot?” That wipes your smile away, his words causing the effect he wants, triggering a heatwave that takes over your body.

There’s a subtle wetness growing between your legs, even if he has barely said anything. That’s the power Johnny has over you. One look, one word, is enough. You look directly into his dark eyes, filled with lust, and you chuckle.

“Fine, you’ve got all my attention. Tell me what you would do to me.”

Johnny licks his lips before speaking. His words come out slowly, dragging them more than necessary. He keeps his voice low, not wanting to disturb his parents. If they catch him dirty talking via FaceTime, it’s over for you both.

“I'd start by rubbing that cunt of yours.”

You slide down the bed and get on your knees, making sure that Johnny can see your face and body. You place a hand on your thigh, gently moving it upwards to your wet core, giving yourself goosebumps. You touch yourself over the thin fabric of your blue underwear, letting out an obnoxious moan. Johnny's reaction is immediate, a quiet curse slipping out of his lips.

You sight. “Like this?”

“Yes, like that.” He says, eyes fixed on your movements. There’s a hint of desperation in his voice, of neediness. “Take off your underwear, babe, let me see you.”

It’s not a plea, but an order. You love when Johnny bosses you around in bed; when he loses his patience and manhandles you until he has you where he wants. And it looks like the dynamic will never change, not even when he’s in Chicago, in his childhood room. You throw your panties aside and go back to the same position, knees on the mattress, fingers rubbing your clit now.

“Fuck, I’m so wet.”

You press your fingertips against your folds, waiting for instructions. Johnny moves his arm from behind his head and it disappears from the frame. A soft growl erupts from his throat, letting you know that he’s pleasuring himself, too.

“Touch yourself for me, baby girl.” The pet name has you drooling, rushing to insert a finger inside of you, slowly, to make sure Johnny can enjoy the moment. Then, he demands. “I want to see your body. Lift the T-shirt.”

You rush to grab the hem of the garment but take your sweet time to pull it up, teasing him. He clenches his jaw and the image shakes a bit. You close your eyes and picture Johnny’s hand around his dick, the leaking tip red and angry. You imagine him using his pre cum as a lube, his hand moving up and down, but never being satisfied, because only you can get him off. You bring the hem of the T-shirt to your mouth and bite it, keeping it up so that he can see your naked body.

“Shit... add another finger.”

You listen and slide in a second finger, the feeling of being stretched making you moan louder. It's a good thing Johnny has AirPods on.

You move your fingers in and out, desperate and lost in the view in front of you: Johnny has closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, leaving his neck deliciously exposed. You wish you could kiss it, bite it, mark him. You know he loves that kinky shit. Unconsciously, your fingers move faster, the sound of your juices flooding the room. You wonder if Johnny can hear that.

“Does it feel good, babe?” He asks, eyes falling on you again. You nod frenetically, unable to form any other words right now. “Fuck, you look so pretty. Are you a good girl?”

You fall apart every time he compliments you. You clench around your fingers and, again, all you do is nod. You moan in between sighs, biting on the T-shirt as you throw your head back. The fabric is all damp and your tongue is dry.

With your free hand, you rub your clit as your fingers reach further inside you. You wish Johnny was the one fucking you right now, your fingers being nothing compared to him. Hell, you want him so bad. Why does he have to be so far away?

Johnny growls again. “You're doing so good.”

Your mind is all over the place. Johnny's words encourage you to add another finger, even if he doesn't order you to do so. Johnny pants quietly enough so his parents don't hear him, but you do. Your hand cups your sex every time you thrust with your fingers, your climax getting closer and closer.

You open your mouth and the T-shirt slides down a bit. You grab it in a fist over your chest, making sure Johnny still has access to your body.

“John, I'm so close.” You whine with your eyes closed shut, the knot in your stomach growing with every caress of your clit.

“Wait for me, baby.” Once again, he demands. “You can do that, right?”

You're not sure if you can, but still, you nod, wanting to make Johnny proud. You want to be a good girl, so you keep pumping your fingers.

“But I want to see you touching yourself, please.”

“Sure, babe.”

Johnny smirks, and then his face disappears from your screen. Instead, you welcome the amazing view of his hand pumping his dick, erect and red. It looks so delicious you wish you could put it in your mouth. Damn, the things you would do if he was here with you. The image’s enough to send you over the edge, but you still try by all means to delay your orgasm. And it works, at least until you hear Johnny calling your name.

“Johnny, I can't-”

He must have noticed your desperation because his next words come out softly. “Cum, baby, cum for me.”

By the time you’re able to finish, your hand aches like hell. Your hand gets caught in between your legs as you cum. Your orgasm feels like an electric shock that shakes you to the bone as you call Johnny, desperately. You witness him finishing seconds later, white ropes landing on his stomach, abs clenching as your name slips from his mouth like a prayer. You thrust your fingers a few more times, riding your orgasm until the feeling fades away.

You pull them out, both hands landing on the bed before you fall on it, rolling to your side. You’re tired and sweaty, and the T-shirt sticks to your skin. Only your pants can be heard for a moment. Shortly after, Johnny switches the camera again.

“Fuck, that was hot.” He pushes his hair back, panting. “You’re so hot. I love you.”

The compliment fills you with pride, but his confession makes you smile widely, stupidly.

“I love you, too.”

You close your eyes for a few seconds, only opening them at the sound of Johnny’s voice. “Go sleep, princess, you’re tired.”

“No.” You whine. “I want to stay a little longer.”

“You’re literally falling asleep as we speak.”

There’s something in his eyes that makes you melt: adoration. You love it when Johnny looks at you like this.

“Nonsense.”

“I’ll call you in the morning, alright?”

You pout, closing your eyes again. His voice is so soothing that you could fall asleep as he speaks. “Promise me.”

“I pinky-promise you.”

“Okay...” You giggle. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, princess.” He zooms in on his lips, and teasingly whispers. “Dream of me.”

Hell, you miss him so much.

No reposting or translations allowed.

© epinebleue 2023

[dreamwatch]

Disenchanted Lullaby

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Day #16 - Prompt: Struggling | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: depression, chronic pain, referenced drug use | POV: Eddie | Pairing: None | Tags: Eddie Munson, slice of life, introspection, the comedown after touring, loneliness, ennui

In all my universes Eddie has Bipolar type 2. Make of that what you will. :)

Technically no pairing... technically...

Eddie opens the apartment door, a rush of stale air meeting him in the hallway. He steps inside and drops his bag, toeing his sneakers off. The curtains are still closed, dust motes decorating the room; there are upturned dishes by the sink that are long since dried. The sofa is a mess of clothes and books, discarded when he was packing. The place is just as he left it four months ago.

He sorts through weeks of unread mail, bills on one pile, junk on another. Starts a third pile when he recognises the handwriting on some letters; Dustin, Mike. Steve. He sticks that one into a pile of it’s own. No overdue notices because he cut off the cable and sent checks from the road for the rent and utilities. Probably confused the hell out of them with all the different post marks.

There’s a lingering smell of himself in the bedroom, an echo of him, and he wishes he’d changed the bedding before he left for the tour. He unpacks his bag, checking for clean clothes, but there’s road-stink on everything so he takes it all down to the laundry, trying to get four months of sweat and cigarettes out of the fabric.

He had the good sense to empty the fridge before he left; he forgot once and came home to find food so rotten it was almost sentient. But that means he has nothing to eat. He’s been living off pizza and Taco Bell for sixteen weeks; there was a venue in Denver that gave them fruit and vegetables among the usual subs and pizzas. He never realised eating a carrot could be a spiritual experience.

The aisles of the local supermarket are filled with women and their offspring, an old lady hits the back of his bad leg with her trolley, doesn’t even say sorry. 

The harsh fluorescent strip light flickers above him as he stares at the deli meats. There’s fifty cents off pastrami. He needs to get bread. 

The strip light hums. 

Maybe some mayo. Should definitely get some oranges. 

“Sir?”

He blinks and looks as the girl behind the checkout.

“Sorry, what…?”

She sighs. “$26.55.”

“Right. Yeah, sure.”

He hands over three tens and walks out as fast as he can. As he loads up the car he notices the twin six packs of PBR at the bottom of the trolley.

The stairs finish off the job the old lady started, he feels flayed and raw, but he ran out of Vicodin about eight shows back. The apartment is quiet enough that he can hear the whistling of his tinnitus. He thinks about calling Wayne but it’s lunchtime in Indiana and the old man will be sleeping. He’ll catch him another time.

He’s in pain and exhausted, so he slides out of his jeans, climbs on top of the dirty bed and sleeps.

Wayne used to say that his mother ‘suffered with her nerves’, and Eddie could never make any sense of that until he started high school. They didn’t see it for what it was at first, teenage boys and their angry moods, but Wayne recognised it eventually. Eddie’s been on and off meds ever since.

Right now he’s off. But they numb him, dial him down when he needs to be dialled up, so he doesn’t take them when he tours. It’s not smart; the last few weeks he’s felt it creep back, insidious tendrils grabbing him, pulling him down. His ‘nerves’. He needs to call his doctor.

It’s amazing how many people think everyone in a band lives together like The Monkees, all trapped in one big house. They did, when they first moved to Indy and found a two bedroom shitbox. Now, though, they can’t wait to get the fuck away from each other the second the tour ends. Weeks trapped on a bus with no privacy and very little hygiene doesn’t do much for long term friendships. By the end any camaraderie has begun to curdle. 

Gareth and Matt live with their girlfriends now, Jeff with his wife and baby. They have solid families, good reasons to not be in the same room as one another until they have to get back into the studio. Eddie has his books, his records and a television set. He considered getting a dog for company but there’s nobody to look after it when he inevitably goes back out on the road.

He doesn’t verbalise it because it’s painful to admit, even to himself, but he’s lonely. He made some friends in LA, just for him, never to be shared. An actual boyfriend once. Or maybe just a lover, Eddie’s never sure where the line started and ended. But he has a habit of pushing people away, doesn’t even know why he does it. Hurts just to hurt.

He glances at the letters on the table. The letter from Steve. 

The red light of the answerphone blinks at him, telling him the tape is full.

He sits down with a beer and a bag of pretzels and switches the television on, flicking through the channels until he finds the Wheel of Fortune; he and Wayne used to watch that together. 

He really should call Wayne.

It’s nearly eight o’clock. He’d have finished his vocal warm up by now, finished his stretches, gone for a piss before drinking more water, drinking more beer, finishing up with a line of something. Roadie hands him his guitar, the black Flying V, he runs some scales. Hears the chanting as the crowd get antsy while their techs do the last mic check and clear the stage. Jeff is always first so the wall of sound has already built before Eddie walks out. A crushing roar that rumbles deep in his chest before he even strikes the first chord.

The crowd applaud as Gary from Sioux Falls solves the phrase: There’s No Place Like Home.

Eddie gets up for another beer. Comes back with two.

[dearinglovebot]

since yasammy week is in a month, here are my arabtino™ non-exhaustive culture observations for your fics:

- cheek kiss greeting: both latino and arab cultures do it. you do this when greeting family and friends both. for latinos it’s generally 1-2 and arabs are 2-3. you don’t actually kiss and it’s more of a symbolic gesture where you tap cheeks together (unless it’s like an auntie who’s getting cute aggression). the order is generally left, right (and left again, if it’s 3).

- a lot of spanish words are actually arabic. so if sammy forgets the english word for sugar and said “yaz where is the azucar” then yaz, even without spanish knowledge would know what she meant. cause azucar comes from al-sukkar. this is actually extremely relevant for food specifically. like olive (aceituna/al-zaytunna), basil (albahaca/al-habaq), and rice, orange, watermelon, etc are literally just the same word with a slight accent.

- latinos love dogs. arabs do not. both are fond of cats thought. in islam, dogs and pigs are seen as “dirty” animals (not spiritually. just literally. they’re muddy and islam values cleanliness). so it’s become a common belief even in non-religious communities that dogs are gross and cats, who “bathe” themselves constantly, are the superior pet. I think this is a perfect vessel for sammy wanting a dog and yaz being like “but they roll in dirt…” but sammy gives big sad eyes and yaz sighs like “fine”. similar thing with pigs. lots of latino dishes involve pork but no arab dishes do. which is something yaz might have to get used to (assuming she’s non-muslim in your hc. or maybe they make alternatives or vegan editions).

- we are constantly mistaken for each other. it’s not uncommon to try to speak arabic to latinos or spanish to arabs. their family members definitely might do that. AND! we share some common names. if they have a party and sammy’s cousin omar tries to talk to yaz’ aunt sara… confusion WILL ensue.

- these things, though are extremely shared concepts : big families with close relationships with extended family, calling anyone older than you “auntie/uncle”, calling family friends around your generation “cousin”, hosting guests is an extreme sport where you wait on them hand and foot like they’re the president, using whatsapp, your aunt sending boomer memes in the whatsapp family chat, no shoes in the house unless they’re special indoor slippers (9/10 they are adidas slides), white tanktop as lounge wear, looking down at white american culture and food, LOTS of seafood (if u hc them as being from costal countries of the regions), plastic chairs outside where adults sit and chat over drinks (most active hours are after the sun starts going down bc it’s hot), still using clothesline drying because you don’t fix what isn’t broken, can also apply to hand washing dishes but dishwashers are on the rise, watching 12 season badly produced TV dramas in your language with extremely camp-y plots

[ejzah]

A/N: Kensi and Deeks get a little cranky when they don’t have enough private time.

***

Deeks, stalking into the bullpen with Kensi: I just don’t see why we can’t keep the dirty dishes in the sink and the dirty clothes in the hamper. And maybe wash either of those things a couple times a week.

Kensi: Oh my god, would you just stop? You’ve been talking about the same topic for the last hour.

Deeks: Maybe I wouldn’t have to bring it up so much if you actually cleaned anything around the house.

Kensi, glaring at him: And maybe it would be nice if you weren’t such a clean freak. Oh, except for when it comes to tracking sand through the house after you surf.

Deeks, outraged: I always vacuum up after myself.

Sam, whistling sharply: Hey, knock it off you two! You’ve been bickering non-stop for the last two days. What is going on?

Deeks, putting his hands on his hips: Well, we’ve been so busy for the last month with back-to-back cases, we might be a tinge shall we say, irritable.

Callen: Are you trying to tell us you need a nap.

Kensi, unamused: No. What we’re saying is we’ve barely had any time to ourselves.

Deeks: To reconnect. And check in with each other. On both a spiritual and physical level.

Sam, lip curling in distaste: Ok, we get the picture. Seriously? *Deeks shrugs* Fine, take ten minutes and do whatever you need to and when you come back, you better not be arguing anymore.

Deeks, taking Kensi’s hand: We’ll try to be quiet.

Kensi: Thanks, Sam!

Fatima, slowly: So, they’re just going to go off and…?

Sam: We’re not talking about it.

Callen, hands behind his head: I hope they remember to lock the burn room doo or else Kilbride might be in for an unwelcome surprise.

Fatima, bemused: I feel like I need to leave.

[doingthedirtydishes]

Life is never the destination, it's always the journey. Life is an illusion. Earth is spiritual school. Play your role well. 💯🏋🌞

https://doingthedirtydishes.blog/2020/04/15/ep-0-my-story-how-i-arrived-at-this-juncture-in-life-via-the-express-train/

[broomsick]

Hello! Where can I start with witchcraft? I am a very new pagan so I thought I could as you for help.

Hi! That's a very good question. First of all, before I dive into details, it's important that you know there's no right place to start when it comes to witchcraft, just like when it comes to paganism.

However, it could be very useful for you to learn about different paths, or different types of practices before starting your journey! You'll discover very quickly that witches tend to specify what type of witchcraft they practice most when introducing themselves. Of course, one doesn't need to be confined to a particular practice! A witch could very well be as comfortable doing hedge work as doing storm witchcraft, or kitchen witchcraft. Still, there are loads of very different practices within witchcraft, and it could be super interesting for you to learn about them. You might immediately feel drawn to one, or a few in particular, simply because of your pre-existing personnal preferences. For example, you might know right away that you'd like to work with the sun, or with the sea! Before diving into the craft, I suggest that in this manner, you determine right away which kind of path you want to tread. Of course, you're always free to change, to practice many vastly different paths at once, and to altogether leave this or that practice in the past if it doesn't feel right anymore.

When that is done, there is one key-word to keep in mind: learn, learn, learn. You may want to purchase, or rent books on witchcraft, wildlife, omens, nature in general, folklore, and/or open traditional practices! Explore the many many websites that post articles about witchcraft (A few of my favorites: Round the Cauldron, Tea & Rosemary, Witch of Lupine Hollow, Flying the Hedge, Cailleach's Herbarium because I'm simply obsessed with Scotland, Otherworldly Oracle...). Look thoroughly into anything that piques your curiosity, really! Be open to taking new knowledge in, even on topics that might not have interested you at first. From star maps, to folk recipes, to seasonal holidays, to dream interpretation, to full-scale spells, to element work, to herbalism... There are so many topics to explore that's it's downright dizzying. And all of them are fascinating!

Now, there are also a few forms of practice to steer away from. These are closed practices, meaning that to practice them is to appropriate them, as they belong to groups who still traditionally practice them to this day. White sage smudging, working with deities from closed traditions, and hoodoo are all examples of practices you absolutely cannot engage in, unless you have been properly initiated into them.

With that having been said, I'll jump right into my personal tips. If we're talking concrete, hands-on practice, I do have a few suggestions as to where you can start! To me, cleansing is a very fun and simple way to practice witchcraft on the day-to-day. I usually start my cleaning up the space I mean to cleanse, for example, the kitchen. I simply put away what I can (dirty dishes, groceries and the like), and once that's done, I proceed to the spiritual cleansing. I often burn incense in the room, or I will sometimes "sound cleanse" using a little bell. This helps to keep unwanted spirits away, and to protect the home (I very much value hearth work). Brewing a tea and charging it with intent, working with sigils, and learning simple spells to say out loud are also extremely simple ways to start becoming familiar with witchcraft.

Finally, there are also a few questions I suggest you try answering as you begin your journey in witchcraft: "What do I believe in when it comes to magic? How do I think it works?", "What type of change do I want to create using magic?", "What local/family traditions am I attached to? How can I integrate them into my craft?", "Can I believe this or that piece of information?". In general, it's important to keep asking yourself these types of questions! Never mindlessly accept information you receive, and find your own answers with time and experience.

[writingonesdreams]

Sorting Mononogatari: Malevolent spirts

Based on the @sortinghatchats​​ system leaning on @wisteria-lodge​​ explanations and terms.

This is just an excellent little series. You have enemies to friends as an actual premise and purpose of the story, not just a plot point or side dish, found family, main guy and girl being actual foils for each other with budding romance and the conflicts between human and spirit worlds. While doing that it's actually quite character focused with slice of life elements.

Hyoma Kunato is a very interesting badger primary defined mainly by his total dehumanisation of said spirits, called tsukumogami. After losing his older brother and sister to a brutal attack of supposedly peaceful spiritual beings in need of guidance with the occasional troublemaker or two, he sees them as threats and monsters and attacks them on sight, actual situation be damned. That’s what prompts his grandfather to send him away to a a group of six tsukumogami that live with permission as humans and act like a family to an adopted human girl.

This is a big challenge for poor Hyoma that beautifully showcases his lion secondary. Hyoma is absolutely honest and straightforward about his feelings and intentions. He waltzes right to the family he is supposed to spend the next year with, introducing himself: “I hate you and I’m only holding out from destroying you to be polite”. This wins him no favours of course, with Botan, the human in charge of the tsukumogami freaking out on him, giving him a deadline to learn to work with them or leave, absolutely horrified by his attitude and prejudice. Are they really prejudice when he has such good reasons?

Anyway, the family is actually hilarious, very friendly, emotional, indulgent, carefree, while doing a dirty business of catching their own kind and making enemies with everyone out of love for their little human charge. They don’t get equal screen times, but I would like to sort at least the most prominent ones.

Nagi is the hot-headed main fighter and adult looking guy besides the two teens, the dreamy leader lady and the stoic mute older guy. He is a fine lion secondary himself - he reacts to Hyoma with a nice straightforward “fight me” right then and there. For some reason this actually helps though. Hyoma and Nagi speak the same language and Nagi appreciates the directness. When the rest of the family becomes (rightfully) insulted and irritated, Nagi offers up a helping hand in completing tasks and giving Hyoma a chance. Mainly because he notices that Hyoma is concerned about Botan, their human charge and can respect him for that. Botan is his snake main person. Actually without more information the whole family strikes me as very snake, being so devoted to sacrificing their good reputations and any chance to return to the spirit world and do work they objectively don’t like and that feels like treachery to them for their little human mistress - and their loyalty to each other.

Hyoma’s dehumanising badger primary quickly realises this family might be different, but they become more of an exception than a rule. Being with them makes him more curious, but his trauma induced bloodlust looks for the wrong kind of tsukumogami that kill humans, and gets insanely excited upon finding them. His goal of finding the killer of his siblings gives the series direction and him an overreaching goal, but what strikes me as particularly healthy badger about him is his reasoning behind his work: he wants to prevent further tragedies like the one he had to go through. He wants to save people by eradicating the dangerous kind of tsukumogami. His external goal of revenge actually doesn’t take over like a snake’s would, and it’s rather community and good of the many based like a badger and not a lion’s and it’s feeling based, so not bird’s.

Also Hyoma’s badger love for tradition and politeness is very interesting in contrast with his lion directness. It makes him look uptight, serious, mature until a conflict or fight happens, where he charges right in. He also has a way to tell you really nasty honest stuff...in a super polite proper way, with a greeting, bow and introduction, apology and please at the right time. Talk about lions being able to be polite just fine.

One more character I want to talk about is Botan, the human charge. She isn’t a hunter of the tsukumogami herself, she doesn’t train insanely like Hyoma does. Grows up like a normal girl, goes to a university (did I mention this anime has an adult cast and seinen target audience?). But she isn’t actually as humanly ordinary as it seems and the normalcy she did achieve is hard-earned with great will and work on her and her family’s part. She is carrying her own moribito inside, a spirit that didn’t choose an object like the other tsukumogami to manifest in the physical world, but a human one, which is very rare and promises god-like scale of abilities. Her spirit is sleeping right now, but no one knows when and how it will wake up. Her power is an important political tool, a point of unsteady neutrality treaties and fragile power balances around the local hunter, human and spirit communities. She is constantly watched, attracting spirits and tsukumogami like a light in the dark and she will have a lot but an ordinary life.

A collection of traumatic betrayals and losses also adds up to a very burned little snake primary. Botan cares only about her family, but she is completely paralyzed by her desire to trust and not being able to. Hiding behind a cheerful attitude perfected over the years, she is scared of trusting that people won’t die, won’t get fed up with her or won’t throw her to the wolves for their own purposes. Caring about others is difficult, being attached to them, even her closest people is painful, and making friends is possible but closeness is a point of struggle and torn feelings. This being the focus of her arc seems like an argument for a snake to me for Botan to be a snake throwing herself out of her own circle.

Her secondary strikes me as badger. She is friendly and cheerful, mainly to put others at ease. Her main concerns and activities, her language so to say, seems to be caretaking. Thinking of what to make for dinner, who is doing what today, how could she help with that, how could she be useful. Her way of getting closer to Hyoma is worrying about his injuries, bringing the first aid kid, commanding him to be careful with himself. It’s inviting him to breakfast, asking if he is tired, thinking about his needs. And she wants to be fair to him even at the beginning, when he is still very edgy and hostile towards the people she loves most, and that’s something.

We could also count Tsubaki of the Kadamori hunter clan as a double snake. In contrast to Botan’s snake, Tsubaki is only concerned with herself though and anything that would bring her pleasure, relief from boredom or a bit of fun. Her secondary is a confident playful actoress though, being charming or trustworthy and serious whatever the serious requires or playing the dumb spoiled heir or a girly confident friend to Botan while following her own agendas. 

Hyoma - badger / lion

Botan - burned snake / lion 

Nagi - snake / lion

Tsubaki - snake / snake

[sithisreadingcorner]

Hi my question is what signs do my Guides like to give me? Thank you! N.V.W. 6/18/90. ✴

Welcome back NVW! Here is a message from your guides. 💜

queen of pentacles. the sic of swords. the tradition

I think that you have been gifted with something that you are holding too close and not really utilizing an ideal way. I don't know if you are practicing anything spiritual or witchcraft related, this has that sort of a vibe. But either way... whatever this is. Even if it's a mundane thing. You kind of stored it away and not really using it for anything unless perhaps your most private self, and thus you are not really using it that much at all.

I wanna say an example. Let's say that you want to learn tarot reading for the first time in your life, and you consider tarot reading this huge, sacred thing that is always a divinely channeled message and should only be utilized under special circumstances. So you only really do a reading for yourself like, every equinox and your birthday. Three times a year. Is it valid to think that? Yes, it's absolutely valid. But if you took it (and yourself) a little bit less seriously and did a reading for yourself every week, and did some readings for other people for fun, and allowed yourself to be incorrect every once in a while, you would learn how to read tarot like, 60000% faster. Is faster objectively BETTER? To be honest... not always but in this case Yes. Very much so. You are not immortal after all 🤔

This is the one problem. The other problem is that a little deep down (like swimming pool deep) you know that you are talented (and you are! that's not the problem) but you think that you are a little bit above connecting to people over this... like, as if they were not really worth what you could be giving them. They are all selfish, and stupid... Why would you even help them by sharing this thing that you know you would be really good at. So you just keep it to yourself. And okay, maybe you are thinking, wtf Sithi I'm not like that! I would NEVER think such a thing. And I say okay. Maybe I'm wrong. But then think about it, why is it so necessary for you to isolate yourself about this thing? Why do you protect it so fiercely? Cause I think that deep down, and I mean DEEP down, way underneath the swimming pool, bottom of the ocean deep, you must feel a little afraid to be vulnerable. And that's the real tea. 😳

Imagine that you want to hold a banquet. You hold a big feast, and you really want a lot of people to come, but when you get to cooking, you start thinking something like "These people will just eat me out of my wealth and then leave me nothing but dirty dishes. Ungrateful lot, all of them." And as you are ruminating over that, you don't use any of your really delicious ingredients, just meager, paltry stuff. So when your feast comes, people don't really like it that much and don't stay too long, so you tell yourself "See? Just like I thought. They were only here for the free food they can gobble. That's all they care about. I'm better off without them." While not technically incorrect, this is a self defeating/fulfilling prophecy. And I want you to see a bigger picture... which is that the delicacies in your pantry, that you have been saving up for yourself and not using... will eventually go bad. You know? And then what was the point? I would say that at least "eat" them yourself but putting aside a metaphor this is either something that you have to do with/for other people, or it would be vastly beneficial if you did. 💜

Your fortune cookie says "Your personal finances will be greatly improved" By sharing your metaphorical wealth with others, not only will you make more space for new stuff to come in, but your new connections will make you grow as well.

tips 💗

march readings (4 of 5)

[oraclekleo]

29. What’s your dream date? 😊

So i can be prepared just in case haha 😉😆

Hello!

Are you planning to swoon me? 😂 This is really direct way of seduction - "What do I need to do to enchant you? Just tell me in details." 🤣

Okay... I don't know. I never dated anyone so I'm not sure how my dream date would go. I guess with the right person it will always be my dream date without any of us actually trying. Natural and smoothly going date with someone I can connect with easily is my dream date. Yes, I'm not making this any easier for you 😂

I get up super early, 4 am and go for a long dog walk right after I get up. I guess a person who would pick me up this early in the morning and went for a dog walk with me and my dogs would get a whole ton of points from me. If they have an early breakfast picnic ready somewhere nice on the route with my favourite foods and also water and healthy snacks for my dogs, I'm close to being sold for them. After the picnic (no more than 2 hours because then people start to wake up) we could go back to my home. They could give breakfast portion of granules and fresh water to my dogs while I dress up more appropriately for the day. I'm not a fan of shopping or watching TV but it's too early for museums or galleries. So they could suggest taking me and dogs for a little trip in countryside. I will assume my ideal date has a driving license and a car. I have none of these so it would be handy if they could actually compensate me in this matter. So we would go somewhere nice and green. Hiking in hills or forest with my dogs. Maybe visiting some interesting site with ancient burial place or remains of temple or church or historical village, something like that. Interesting place with either historical or spiritual meaning (or both). We could walk a trail and arrive to some pub with tables outside so dogs can sit with us while we eat lunch. After lunch and long time hiking we would probably be a bit tired so we would return to my home, I would take a quick shower, change into something less outdoor while my date is feeding my dogs again (I value my privacy, I want them to be occupied while I'm in the shower and changing clothes). Dogs would go sleep and we could go out again, this time only the two of us. I'd probably be in a mood to sit down and relax for a little while so going for an afternoon theater play or into some small cinema to watch old movie would please me a lot. I don't like crowds and it's more likely to avoid them in the afternoon in cinema or theater. After this little rest I would be recharged for more activities. We could go to a museum or gallery or some kind of workshop where I could learn something new. Chakra healing, aura reading, working with crystals or just pottery or weaving baskets would be really nice. Or a workshop on how to make chocolate pralines. I would love such a type of activity. Obviously my date should enjoy it, too. If they keep bitching it's gonna be horrible date. 😂 So yeah! This is the afternoon part. As you know, I always have tea at 5 pm so it would be great if we went to a Tea Room after the workshop. Drinking tea, eating vegan cheesecake... After this I would start being nervous about the dogs being alone for so long so we would go back home, take them for a walk, give them dinner and cook dinner for us together. I'm not really used to eat by the table at home so we would just put the meal into bowls (I don't really eat from plates, you can judge me if you like) and sit by TV and watch some old movie or show again. I would start falling asleep and my date would clean the kitchen up, put the dirty dishes in to dishwasher and only woke me to go for one last dog walk. Me and my dogs would walk with my date to his car, say good bye to each other and I would return home and go sleep. 😂 OR... Depends on the mood, I guess. Maybe I would allow my date to stay. I just can't imagine that happening now because I never dated anyone but I guess it could happen. 😂

So! This is my dream date. All in all not exactly what other people would find dreamy and I have my dogs included a great deal but this is my idea of a great all day long date. Obviously it would be possible for my partner to divide the activities into several days instead.

So yeah... This is it. I don't know what more I could say.

Thanks for this question 😁

Kleo 🦄

[austin-cartwright]

statistics / pinterest board / bio / connections

ABOUT

Full Name: Austin June Cartwright

Nickname: AJ

Age/DOB: December 2, 1988 (34)

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Gender: Cis Female

Place of Birth: Providence Peak, CO

Neighborhood: Claret Park

Sexual/Romantic Orientations: Bisexual / Biromantic

Religion: Agnostic/Spiritual

Occupation: Wildlife Photographer for National Geographic & Travel Blogger

PERSONALITY

Goals/Desires: to find a way to have her wanderlust and her desire to put down roots coexist, get her pilot's license (she already knows how to ‘unofficially’ operate a helicopter but that’s besides the point), fall in love like it’s described in it takes two (“can’t eat, can’t sleep, reach for the stars, over the moon, world series kind of stuff”), capture a photo of a believed to be extinct animal, play on an intramural soccer team, see *nsync in concert

Fears: whales, small dogs (was bitten in the face by a family friend’s pomeranian as a child- you can still see the scar on her forehead- and has done her best to avoid them since), confined spaces, mediocracy, becoming insignificant

Hobbies: coloring books using specifically crayola markers, hiking, yoga, learning new things (currently trying to learn the ukulele and is real bad at it), going for long bike rides, journaling, hand knitting

Likes & Dislikes: laughing so hard no sound comes out, a grass on bare feet, ranch dressing, the smell of coffee, the sound of running water (like rivers and streams), napping in a hammock, the smell of the ocean, kitchen restocking videos, watching a photo appear as you develop it in a darkroom, converse sneakers, extra large slurpees, warm blankets just out of the dryer // being rushed (especially in making a decision), prejudice, being told she can’t do something, the smell of gasoline, stagnant routines, dirty dishes lingering in the sink, room temperature water, holey socks, making a doctor’s appointment, toe rings, mustard

QUICK FACTS (quick is subjective tho bc idk how to tldr anything)

Trigger Warnings: cancer, injury mention

Born and raised in Providence Peak

Grew up in Claret Park before her family bought a house in Summit Lake when she was about halfway through high school

“Oldest” of six kids, though her twin brother will say that’s false since he was born 3 hours before her

Parents moved to Providence Peak from Texas (hence her and her brother’s names) for a fresh start and started Cartwright Construction together

Growing up, Austin was fully supported by her parents, even though they didn’t have a ton of money their kids were always able to pursue things they wanted

She started playing soccer in second grade because of Mia Hamm and instantly fell in love with it (she played center midfield)

As Austin grew up, the construction business and the family itself grew but her parents continued to live beneath their means and save up just in case things went bad- all while teaching all of their children how to be financially stable (though they did have family pizza nights every Friday, a tradition that continues to this day)

Took photography her freshman year in high school as an elective, bought her first camera from a thrift store, and fell in love with it (still has that camera and uses it)

She spent most of her time in high school focused on soccer, making the varsity team her sophomore year, and had plans to get a scholarship to a good school and the goal to make the US Women’s National Team

However, that goal was quickly made moot as she suffered a soccer career ending injury at the beginning of her senior year

That’s when she turned her focus more to photography, finding solace through her healing in taking photos and spending time developing them in the school’s dark room

Once she graduated, she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with her life so she took what was supposed to be a gap year and, with her parents help, was able to make plans to travel around the world

So she set off on what she’d planned to simply be the adventure of a lifetime, a one time thing she’d be able to tell her future kids about- but it turned into so much more

She spent a few months traveling anywhere she wanted, hopping on trains and staying in hostels, until she found herself in Türkiye and with a man who took her breath away

He was a rising actor and their love story was a whirlwind. Instead of leaving to go to a new country Austin found herself staying, and a few months later actually moving to Türkiye and in with her new beau

She began to build a life there, exploring her new home and documenting that on her blog, “Austin on the Move”, while supporting her boyfriend and his blossoming career

4 months into her new life, she got a call from her mom telling her that her twin brother, Dallas, had been diagnosed with cancer 

So without even another thought, Austin came home, and much to her surprise her boyfriend came with her to support her and her family

The couple spent the next year or so in Providence Peak, with her boyfriend traveling between the US and Türkiye for his job, while Dallas underwent treatment

During his treatment, it was found that his best chance of survival/remission was a bone marrow transplant and Austin was more than happy to do whatever she could to help save her brother, so she underwent the procedure to donate

Once Dallas was in remission and Austin was sure he was okay, the couple moved back to Türkiya and her boyfriend’s career skyrocketed

Unfortunately, his success became to cause a rift in their relationship, where Austin was left at home while he traveled around filming and going to events

Eventually it all came to a head when Austin gave him an ultimatum- take the next step in their relationship or end it- and he chose to end it

So with a broken heart and bruised ego, Austin came back home once more

It was while she was home, grieving the life she thought she was going to live with a man who chose his career over her, that Austin found her passion for photography and nature again

She went out on an overnight hike in the woods in Bighorn Hills with just a backpack and her old film camera, trying to get her head back together and find some direction in her life again

Finding herself focused more on the wildlife around her than anything else, Austin found a renewed vigor for her future and after a night beneath the stars she slowly made her way back to her car and back home, excited to tell her mom about her newfound plan for her future

Funnily enough, some communication errors had occurred and her mom had called the police when Austin hadn’t come home the night before, she’d been in the middle of filing a missing persons report when Austin had walked through the front door

Once that mess was all sorted out, Austin spelled out her plan for her future with renewed vigor and excitement, and she hasn’t looked back since

She jumped into wildlife photography with both feet,  her tenacity earning her a permanent spot as a wildlife photographer with National Geographic all the while keeping her incredibly popular travel blog active

She’s come home for every Christmas and big family moment, such as the birth of her nieces and nephews, her siblings’ marriages, and the opening of her mother’s restaurant ‘The Pit’, but never stayed for long

She’s spent over a decade traveling, fulfilling her wanderlust and having some of the most epic adventures, but she’s ready to settled down a little bit now so she’s come home

Austin wants to find a way to unite the two sides of herself, the side that wants to fall in love and set down roots, and the one that’s been enjoying her freedom and her job while traveling around the world; and she’s come back to Providence Peak to do it

HEADCANONS

Is absolutely terrified of whales because of an interaction she had while on an expedition near Alaska. She was on a small boat and a humpback whale breached the water, nearly capsizing the boat and sending the small crew into the freezing ocean, upon reentry into the water. The whale didn’t do this just once, but three times.

Is very much a rip the bandaid off fast kind of girl. Doesn’t like to dwell on arguments or negative emotions, so she’s quick to bring things up and not let them fester. It can be jarring at times, but it’ll gnaw away at her if she doesn’t address it so she’s learned to try and smooth things out quickly.

Can be very opinionated and if she’s tired enough the filter that stops the intrusive thoughts from actually being spoken out loud completely disappears. 

Her favorite snack is cheese, turkey (deli meat), and crackers (Triscuits)

Austin isn’t afraid to speak her mind and is very outgoing, able to make friends in pretty much any situation, and can be a bit of a flirt. She’s great at advocating for herself and loves any kind of adrenaline pumping adventure. 

As evident in her job, she loves animals and is very patient in finding them to photograph- however she’ll also ask people walking their dogs down the street if she can take pictures of them so no one is safe really

Her family is super close and now that she’s home, she’ll find herself helping her mom out at The Pit while still taking trips to fulfill her job duties

Has nearly every single color of Converse shoes available, they’re her favorite outside of hiking boots

If you tell her she can’t she’ll do everything she can to prove you wrong AND unfortunately, can be manipulated into doing nearly anything by saying “I dare you”