#florida childhood

[kadoore]

I really wish we'd teach about seasons based on where the kid lives and not on this midwestern/northeastern ideal of spring/summer/fall/winter.

My kiddo is learning about leaves changing color and falling off trees while she lives in Florida. She asked us when the leaves would fall here and I had to break it to her: never.

What I wished she'd learn instead, and which she will:

Autumn isn't falling leaves in Florida -- it's hurricanes and wildflowers. We tend to the monarch butterflies passing through and don't clear out the brush lest we clear out their chrysalises. We reclaim the evenings from summer's last grasps and await every cold front.

Winter isn't snow and ice here -- it's enjoying the beauty around us, exploring the woods, going outside without risking exsanguination by mosquito. Winter is our season of bounty, of relief. And sometimes, yes, we have to cover the plants to protect them from frost and we leave footprints on the grass in the morning. Here is our season of abundance, of frost-kissed oranges and lemons, of strawberries picked with your breath clouding your hands, of blueberries gathered in skirts. Kale and lettuce, beets and greens, it's all here for us in winter.

Spring isn't the season of hope it is up North. It's an end, a swelling of heat so sudden you swear by it. Florida kids need to know it's lovebug season and every bug season, it's gator baby season, it's beach before tourists season, and it's also fire season. The air is sticky but the trees are dry and an early thunderstorm could ignite it all, so be careful. Be careful.

Summer is our winter and it's shit. You step outside and you melt. It's hurricane season, but not really. More like hurricane preparatory season. They should teach kids here to check their supplies and how to chart a hurricane's movement. Summer is about wearing a jacket inside, because everywhere has the a/c cranked up. Kids need to learn how to cover themselves head to toe in insect repellant and sunscreen.

Instead of learning all that, my kid's gonna come home this week sad again that we don't have snow.

[ratatatastic]

THE HELSINKI DATE HAS EXPANDED UPON DEAR LORD HAVE MERCY.

[escapismthroughfilm]

⋆˚｡⋆ ⋆˚｡⋆The Florida Project (2017) dir. Sean Baker⋆˚｡⋆ ⋆˚｡⋆

[sharoscylla]

MUTANT NINJA FLORIDA TURTLES

AKA, the tmnt iteration I came up with :3

They still have to live in NYC as they are hiding out from the forces of evil but they’re all Florida native turtle species and were mutated in Florida.

More art under the readmore:

Leo, a good boy with a poet’s heart:

Raph, a good boy who just wants to be a real person:

Donnie, a good boy and Daddy’s Little Toymaker:

Mikey, a good boy who Experiences The Horrors whether they’re happening or not:

Together they fight evil and are best friends and love their family so much!!!!

Splinter is trying his best but uh! He’s not really equipped for this!

[lunarofthevalley]

i want my childhood back, i want a do over, i want a retry i still have things i want to do.

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Hi, I love your web weaves and I was wondering if I could request one about the odd things children hold onto in their adult lives. Something to go with "She was certain that he was thinking, we are not going to the Lighthouse tomorrow; and she thought, he will remember that all his life." From To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. Thank you, I hope you have a wonderful day!!

i hope this is what you were looking for !!

B.N Pressman Stories of My Childhood / Virginia Woolf To the Lighthouse / @luvingsunshine / The Florida Project (2017) dir. Sean Baker / @ritikajyala the flesh i burned

[junzribz]

Tbh sometimes I wish I experienced the type of girlhood you see in movies and tv shows, as a child. Like the sleepovers, birthday parties, brushing each other’s hair, painting our nails, and just busy being girls without a care in the world. Rather than the friendships with people who secretly hate each other, find everything weird or embarrassing that contrasts from their dry idea of normality and obsessions over drugs, s3ggz, and chronic mental illnesses. Maybe then it wouldn’t have been so difficult to make new friends as I got older.

[sagefearstudios]

So, I happen to be in an area that is going to be affected by a hurricane, and I find this little dude in front of my neighbor's door! He is now safe inside. Hopefully, after the storm leaves and pet stores open I can get him some food and a proper tank.

His name is Milton, of course.

[mychlapci]

i wish i was a celebrity so that my craziness and egoism and alcoholism were proof of my eccentrism and party loving nature rather than the reason i'm friendless and failing academically

[succinate-oo]

[ratatatastic]

monty howl? furry 🫵 you are a furry 🫵 furry fur furster 🫵

6.27.24 (x)

[whatever-dude]

🥺😭

[khandedoe]

You put me high up on your shoulders

Or sometimes on your back

Mama I remember that

I still think back to when I saw you in gold

Cherry blossom in the snow

We're getting older

Mama I remember that

Mama I remember that

Oh remember this

You hold my life in your bliss

Oh I remember it

Your the only reason I exist

Man I'm lost cause I don't have you

To hold me back

Mama I remember that

I still think back to when I saw you go

I don't know where you go

The food is getting cold

Mama I remember that

Mama I remember that

Oh remember it

You held my hands and you kissed it

Oh I remember it

I just stood there to take it in

Please

Please

I just want to know you

Like the wind knows a brids wings

So mama hold me

Just hold me

We're older

I'm older

Now your gone

Grew up all alone

Your son.

-kahndedoe

[restlesscrybaby]

HULLLOOO...

SO UHM.

As a Florida resident. I thought it was be mandatory for me to write Jack at the beach headcanons.

Summer come quick!

~ JACK HORNER AT THE BEACH HEADCANONS. ~

~ DW. There's, absolutely, some based around you and him ~

~ CONTENT WARNING : NSFW THEMES. ~

The smell of the ocean whispered through the air, the sounds of upbeat music whirled through the wind, the sight of so many shops, so much to do, so much to see.

Oh my god.

He had to get to his hotel early.

Yes.

The Bakers Dozen just had to bring his stuff to his room.

Do they get their own?

Yeah.

Did he pay for them?

Probably not.

Of course, him being the special hot-shot business man he is, he has others to unpack his bags. He orders them to put things where he wants them. It has to be perfect and he doesn't have to do it.

Oh my god.

Did he have to get the most perfect suite.

Just the right size, the perfect decor. It was large enough for you two. Well, mainly him. But! It had a large bedroom, a perfect king sized bed for the two of you, maybe even bigger than a king! The curtains were rippled with seashells, it had it all! Hell, he even got the best balcony. The gorgeous view, allowing you to step out upon the cold concrete and watch the waves gently crash against the shore, only to pull back in to do its favorite routine once more.

Oh my god his swimsuit. He definitely wears a purple Hawaiian shirt too. He definitely wears those perfect swim shorts, with some purple little pie crust design like his vest. When you first seen him in it, you couldn't help but gush.

First day!

Woop! You guys wake up. Time for the beach!

He packs a bag, probably the bottomless bag that poor ole Mary Poppins had. He slides in sunscreen, towels, wallets, maybe even an entire cooler in the bag! He shoves snacks and even extra clothes to put on over your swimsuits. What a useful little tool.

You were getting ready, sliding on your swimsuit while standing on the cold floor of the bathroom. The vanity lights shined bright in your face, like you were some kind of star. It allowed you to take in every last detail of yourself.

Once you stepped out, his head turned to look at you, his eyes softening. He slowly panned his vision down, practically slurping the very view of your tasty frame in that swimsuit.. Ohh.. He was insatiable. But, he'd focus on that later.

( MALE READER !! ) -- Once you stepped out, his head turned to look at you, his eyes softening. He slowly panned his vision down, practically slurping the very view of your taste frame in those swim boxers.. Ohh.. He was insatiable. But, he'd focus on that later.

You had your sandals on, so you could easily walk around with him. So many plans for the day, yet the day seemed so short! Gaaah! What to do!! You hugged onto his arm, as his spare arm held the bag. And off you guys went!

You already know he's putting sunscreen on you.

As long as you put it on him first.

Maybe going to the pool first is a good start!

You already know he's in, with his elbows resting on the pool sidelines, his arms hanging off into the water while he leans his head back.

So majestic. You, at first, kinda giggled at it. You had gotten a little pie shaped tube, but you only relaxed in it for a bit.

You'd rather swim.

You definitely messed with him.

"Jack!" You chirped out, a cheery tone melting off your voice. You were only a foot away from him, as his head lifted up. His eyes opened, probably for the first time since he was relaxed.

A brow raised, he blinked quickly, probably pissed off you disrupted his peaceful relaxation.

You kept your hand under the water but lifted it up, at a quick speed. You pushed the water towards him. It caused it to splash all over him, even in his face.

He let out a snarl, but more playfully, as you tried to swim away.

But his large hand already grabbed you and pulled you towards him, as he leaned over his shoulder and snickered.

"Don't splash me again." He spoke, you couldn't decipher if he was being harsh or if he was being playful. But, he pushed you away, as you looked back at him to flash a smile.

Soon, you guys got out. He wrapped a towel around his waist, as you wrapped yours around yourself.

Soon, you traveled away from the pool, stepping down the slippery stairs that led to the beach, chatting your life away with him.

You guys set up quicker than ever, hell, seems he even packed a damn umbrella! He wrapped a large fist around the handle and he slammed it into the sand, hearing the crunch under it.

Yay! You set up towels to lay down upon, as you both sat down beside eachother!

Don't forget he brought the cooler!!...

...

Oh shoot. He must've brought drinks.

Gotta know where this is going.

Getting too tipsy off some of the alcohol you both consumed, it wasn't long before you both were ready to touch and feel.

A stumbling mess of sloppy kisses, saliva sharing saliva, fondling upon fondling, need upon need.

Woo...

What a long night that was.. ( if yall want detail lemme know I'll make another of detail of this :).. )

But day two rolled around.

Blegghh.. Alcohol. You both weren't drunk, but just tipsy, so thank God you guys were still ready for the next day.

This time, it was time to enjoy the shops and even the boardwalk!

You both got dressed, as you slid on a tank top, one with spaghetti straps, the purple color hinting to who's lover you were. Well, more of the pie crust design pointed to who you loved with all your heart. You slipped on some shorts, ones that had some tangles at the leg holes, some strings that dangled loosely. You only wore flip-flops, or sandals, whichever seems even better to you!! You grabbed your wallet and you slipped it in your back pocket, easily sliding some sunglasses in the neck line of your top.

He was easier. He slipped on, once more, another Hawaiian shirt. This time, he buttoned it up, it had bakers rolling pins on the shirt. He slipped on some new boxers, that hid him just good enough to slide on some shorts. They weren't short, but were just long enough. You already know he's gotta be in some kind of flip flops, duh! But, he grabs some sunglasses, as his large fingers slide them on the tip of his nose. He grabbed his bag, that held more money than you could think and he waited to meet you in the living room.

Of course, you guys were finally ready.

You thought you guys should walk. He had other ideas. So, instead, he uses the carriage to get around the beach town to visit all the shops.

Shops. Upon shops.

You could buy whatever you wanted, but he always had that sour little pursed lips look on his face. Not like he was mad. Probably because he felt like you weren't paying too much attention to him.

He's more of there as a watcher, maybe even like a bodyguard boyfriend. Of course, he buys some stuff. But he prefers you liking it.

Oh, lucky..

The boardwalk.

Off on one of the extra sections of the boardwalk, sat a large boat. It was a restaurant, one he planned to visit with you after all your shopping and game-playing here.

Oh god forbid you didn't win the prize you wanted from the game.

He's already pulling a Gru. Using some kind of weapon or some junk to get what you want, but who cares! You won that cute little prize you wanted!!

And he always had a smug grin about it.

The shopping was the same as the regular shops, nothing too special until dinner rolled around.

You hooked back onto his arm. As you walked alongside him, his large footsteps shaking the ground beneath him as he walked proudly with you attached to him like a leech. It was a fancy restaurant, he couldn't help but pamper you.

When you guys sit and order, he makes sure to keep you safe right by his side.

When you guys get food, God forbid its wrong.

Thats a scene awaiting to start.

"Excuse me?" He snapped, his purple thumb clacking against his middle and pointer finger towards the waiter. You grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, knowing you should've just eaten the food you were given.

.

"Jack, no, no, it's fine-" You sputtered out, but his head snapped to gaze upon you. He scowled, a harsh hiss escaping from his lips.

"It's not fine! They messed it up," He snapped his head back, his brows lowering in anger and frustration. Don't they know any better. "EXCUSE ME?" He hissed loudly, as the waiter came over. They looked so sick and tired of his shit, as they asked what was wrong

"You messed up their order." He grabbed the plate with the hand he had been snapping at them at, as he shoved it towards their chest. "Fix it." He demanded, as the waiter sighed and took the plate, spilling a pitiful 'yes, sir' and stammering off.

God forbid he just try to feel sympathy..

Luckily, you guys ate and got out of there quick.. no more Jack harassing employees.

But we did get a Jack relaxing now, as though he did so much throughout the day.

He rested upon the couch, his head leaned back against the cushion of the sofa that sank under his weight. His feet propped up, the little sofa sinking under the weight of his legs. He had a blanket, or what seemed like two, scattered upon him.

You slipped out the shower, hearing his loud aching snores that you had long gotten used too. And you couldn't help that, once you slipped in some comfy pajamas, to lay down beside him. You curled into a ball, as you took one of his blankets and covered yourself with it. And you slipped under his arm so he'd be holding you.

But, you felt his large hand easily grab ahold of your shoulder gently. So gently. He stirred quietly, a small mutter escaping from between his teeth, in that tired husky tone.

"We've got.. A lot to do tomorrow, godI'msotired, so don't sleep in.." He spoke, but you could tell by the harsh points at the tip of his words, he was trying to he stern.

Yeah.

He was probably gonna sleep in anyway.

Day three, headed along the way...

Maybe now he'd take you to walk around instead of riding in a stuck up carriage.

Probably not.

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AAAH me when my headcanons are just a story kind :OOOOOO

Please enjoy these :O))

But if yall want I can write the rest of these :3c

[tithsokphanny31]

Who remembers Legends of the Hidden Temple?

[just-a-girl-07]

2004