#goodbye for afew months again probably

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Urrr i foyor about tumblr woopsidaisy

Gay objects be apon ye

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may i request some headcanons for della x reader where they're around the same age and bffs? 8D (gender neutral pronouns please and thank you sm!!)

Della & Reader Friendship headcanons

Who wouldn't want to be friends with this lovable mom?

Also I way into this. THIS IS TURNED INTO WAY MORE THAN PLANNED.

This is completely platonic!

Ommer is the gender neutral of aunt and uncle and yes I looked it up for this.

Nieph is gender neutral for niece and nephew.

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• Glomgold claim to be your Uncle since seeing Scrooge be one, he can clearly do it better!

• Your parent's just went with it because he kinda threw money at them and he did have to promise to protect you.

• Then you meet Della and Donald Duck, Scrooge's niece and nephew.

• Being just a year younger than the twins, you started hanging out with them.

• Mostly only Della since Donald was going though a goth phase.

• The two of you would hang out in the forest near the mansion or go somewhere when you both wanted to do something.

• You both became best friends over years, telling secrets, avoid sometimes since your uncle since he wanted to show you how to scheme 'properly'

• You did have to break it to Glomgold one day that you couldn't hurt your friend's family.

• You could probably think how he would react.

• You left in the middle of his rant because you didn't want to hear him complain about the Scrooge and Ducks again.

• You were brought on an adventure by Della one day and ending saving the day.

• "This is why you bring silver when faces a werewolf!"

• "How would you even know that (Y/n)?!"

• Glomgold tried to sue Scrooge for endangering you, you had to talk some sense into him.

• Ending you being grounded for saving the McDucks.

• The family would be there the day your parents died in an accident and you needed someone less egotistical to comfort you.

• You did end up in Glomgold's care but not taking his last name.

• You were so happy when you found out that she was going to have triplets.

• "Imagine the trouble that three tiny dellas would get into because you, alone, already get in alot trouble."

• This earn a punch in the shoulder and a laugh from Della.

• "Don't worry, the boys will have a me and others to teach them how to get out of trouble."

• You would egg watch the eggs sometimes when the family were adventuring somewhere.

• You would take the side line when Donald and Della start arguing about stopping adventuring for the boys.

• Until Della asked for you opinion and you sided with Donald.

• "I mean what if something happened to you while adventuring? You do have Torbo, Jet, and Rebel to think about."

• "You know how much I want to give the boys this life."

• "Just wait until they are older, Della! They shouldn't have to deal with losing their mother at such a young age or even before they even get to see you." You yelled before rushing out the room, knowing Della would be pissed at you.

• For a month the two of you didn't talk or see each other until Della called and told you to meet her in the meeting spot in the forest, in the middle of the night.

• You rush there, not knowing what she wants.

• Della tells you that she found a gift from Uncle Scrooge, a rocket Ship, called Spear of Selena. She says that she is going to get in it soon and give her boys the stars.

• You knew you couldn't stop her but you made her promise to come back safe and sound.

• With a hug and a goodbye, they would be that last time you saw her for the next ten years.

• You had tried to make amend with Scrooge with the after math but he just never answered until you broke into the mansion one day.

• "I DON'T BLAME YOU, OLD MAN!" You yelled at him, laying on some broken glass.

• "L-."

• "She told me before she left and I could have stopped her b-but I didn't and I know how much you've put into finding her and how much you blame yourself. I'm doing it to."

• Having you and Scrooge comfort each other, you left him where to contact you.

• You made amends easily with Donald and help him raise the boys while having a job as Glomgold's right hand and Heir to his company and money.

• You complained to Donald about not using the names Della gave them.

• "These are actual names (Y/n)."

• "But hers were so much better."

• The boys called you Ommer even though they know you're not related, you've just always been a part of their lives.

• You've kept Glomgold away from know of the boys until Donald gets hired.

• "Do you not read any of the paper work?"

• "Work is work."

• Cue you and Donald trying to keep the boys, mostly Dewey. Ending Glomgold Henchmen dragging you out of the death trap.

• You panicking until you see them safe at the docks.

• You grouped hugged the children.

• "Thank good all of you are safe. Oh you're new, I'm (Y/n). You can call me Ommer since I've claimed you new as my niece."

• Webby squealed and hugged you tightly back.

• You become closer to the family and friends and Colleagues of it during the series, probably having an episode of the kids following you around thinking you're going on a date and with Donald and Scrooge just go

• "Is that allowed?" Never thing you would be romantically involved with anyone.

• You didn't have a date just wanted a night out by yourself but ended getting dinner with the group and Webby still trying to tell you who would probably match you well.

• "I'm good, I'm pretty I'm fine with all of you being my family."

• Louie called you out when you called them family, embarrassing you.

• Scrooge patted you on the shoulder.

• "So would you be my Nieph?" He said being serious since you've been around for along time and didn't leave him when Della disappeared.

• "If-If you want to?" You said and Donald threw and arm around you.

• "Yes! You're my sibling, no buts."

• You ended up in tears of mostly happiness because they are being so nice.

• After the boys found out Dewey's quest for information on their mother, the three came to you.

• "How do you remember our mom?" They asked one day while you were reading a book.

• "Della? She's my best friend! She wanted to give you boys the adventuring life but we argued that maybe should wait until you were old enough to. So you could fully understand what was happening and who she was." You told the boys keeping a strain smile.

• Putting the book down, rushed away from them, knowing it was not your place to tell them.

• Then you had to wash your family fall apart in front of you. Seeing the boys blame Scrooge, him going off on Webby, and the plane falling down.

• You went to your actual Uncle, and went to work until your shadow came alive and Glomgold went with his though the window.

• "Aw, Phooey." You said, seeing the Money Bin, rushing towards it.

• You get injured by some shadows because you don't think clear enough for battle plans when adrenaline is in your blood.

• You divert to find something to help and helping people on the way.

• Finding a place to stay and getting help for you bleeding arm was the best. Which was a tee shirt tied around it

• After it ended, you ensured everyone's safety before running to the Bin

• "Stop making me panic everytime something happens!" You yell when you get there, out of breath because dang that was a far run.

• Mrs.Beakley gives actual medical attention to your arm, saying you might need stitches.

• "That makes me rather bleed out and you know that." You tell her.

• You were force to see a doctor and got stitches, ending with a cool scar.

• You had Owlson take lead until your Uncle was found, helping her, and being co-CEOs with you having just more power.

• That was until you Uncle showed up and made a bet with Scrooge.

• You were there when everyone had send Uncle Donald on a relaxing Cruise.

• And was there to send the kids and Scrooge off on their next adventure.

• Which never happened because Della showed up.

• Scrooge hugged her tightly and had a conversation with her on the porch while the boys decided to hide behind you.

• "Della.." you muttered to yourself, knowing there is so much you want to say to her but wanted to triplets finally met her.

• After hugging Louie, getting up Della's eyes meet yours.

• "(Y/n)?" She said, happy that you kept that silence promise to watch over her family if something happened. "I knew you would become a part of this family."

• "You- are 10- years late!" You yelled with tears in your eyes. "I was so worried about yo-!"

• Della rushed to hug you realizing the guilt you've been putting on yourself since she last time she saw you.

• "Uh, you k-kept your promise." You muttered into her shoulder, sobbing.

• "Of course I would! I'm Della Duck! Also why did you let Donald name my kids?"

• "I tried, really I did."

• After she ate and told the boys a bedtime story she went to your room, which Scrooge gave you since you spent many nights here when Donald and the boys moved in.

• "So being alone on the moon for along, makes me not want to be alone, wanna have a sleep over?"

• "Heck yeah!"

• The two of you raided the kitchen, quietly as possible, but Mrs.Beakley knew, she always knows, she's a spy.

• Ended with you tanning away when she appeared out of nowhere with an armful and food.

• "Haven't seen them run like that since-." Della saw Mrs.Beakley and played it cool. "Heyyy, we were...just getting food to the birds- Bye."

• Della fell asleep on your bed, hugging all the blankets. You had to deal with the itchy one she left alone but you were fine with this. You have your best friend back.

• You did remind her to be nice to Launchpad, but then he said he was your best friend, and you had to hold her back.

• "I'm (Y/n)'s best friend/pilot!"yelled Della.

• "Oh you're that Della! (Y/n) told me so much about."

• No, Launchpad, you're just gonna boost her ego.

• "Oh really? Go on."

• Is this what you get when you binge watch a show with Launchpad afew times?

• You did tell Della you were 'helping' Glomgold with a bet with Scrooge. But you were mostly standing there coming up with ideas.

• "Ah , so he's still the same."

• You were trying to help Louie fix what he broke in time before Della found out.

• You weren't use to the three actually having a parent. You usually help hide stuff from Donald.

• "(Y/n)! Why would you help him with this? Why didn't come and tell me right away?" Della yelled at you.

• "They were only trying to help Mom!"

• "I'm not use to you being here with them, Okay?! So I did what I would usually and if it got to far then they would be in trouble!" You told her, shrinking away.

• "This isn't far enough for you?" Yelled Della.

• You were apologizing before getting sent into time.

• Looking at the place, castle. In ! the royal bedroom of the sorts.

• "Oh come on!" You muttered seeing the door open.

• "There you are, you're late for the tournament." Said the man before seeing your outfit. "And still needing to get dress."

• He had got you a expense outfit, after he learned that you were not gender conformed, ending with a fancy looking suit.

• "Why are we going to a tournament?"

• "The one for you hand in marriage, of course! Have you forgot what day it is? You're 21st birthday, anyone can compete for you hand."

• Oh, heckle. You were not getting married and you weren't than young anyway.

• You tried to refuse but you were still dragged to were you were suppose to sit.

• To see knights, Common folk, and Della, lined up.

• "Della?!" You yelled and she saw and smiled with a wave.

• "You know her?"

• "Of her. She has been exploring the far, far away places." You Tell the man and it went on.

• Della won and the two of you finally got alone time.

• "Oh my gosh think you for that!" You tell her.

• "I'm happy you're safe and we were sent back around the same time." She said before looking at you in anger.

• "You can't just help my kids get away with things like this! They could get hurt and you too! I know you are not use to anyone else beside Donald raising my kids but you need to trust me."

• "I-I know. I'm sorry, I'm just use to looking out for them, I guess that included you." You tell her before being sent back to your time.

• You watched her and Louie argur and her ground him, Louie looking for support but this has to be done.

• "That was a good job." You tell her.

• "You know if I could ground you, I would."

• "At last, I'm only a year younger than you so I can not but I will learn to not do this ever again." You tell her.

• You were dragged with Glomgold to get his own 'family' and had to keep telling them, you weren't a captive.

• The only difference you would split everything with Louie in the contract. Letting you get Glomgold's business and money and him McDucks enterprise and money.

• You did try to help Glomgold not get what was coming to him.

• "Who wants Milkshakes? I've suddenly came into some wealth." You said slinging a arm around Owlson.

• "And this fine lady is getting a raise!"

• You were busy with business stuff, while Louie was playing the richest duck in the world with Owlson and Launchpad.

• You did get a urgent call from Della saying to come over to them before the day was ended and you did.

• She asked you to stay over until the threat of invasion passed or happened. You agreed because she clearly didn't want you to be in danger.

• When it finally did happen and everyone went to the Money Bin. You comfort Louie for crashing all the satellites and causing all communication to be lost.

• You went with Della and the Kids, you wished Scrooge and the others the best of luck before leaving.

• "Just don't like.... die, okay? That would be bad." You told him.

• "That wouldn't happen, laddeh." He said. "But you keep Della's head on straight, okay?"

• "Of course."

• It would have been easier dealing with the aliens with Della dodging all the questions until it caused the plane to crash on and island.

• Where Donald was.

• "What the heck? You look like that dude in that movie-." You yell at him before getting and elbowed by Huey. "Point taken."

• You all catch rides on Della and Donald's cousin's shrimp and saved Scrooge from a rude alien leader.

• And then having to go on the spaceship.

• "I should drive because I know how to do both!" You argued with the twins, trying to get the controls from them.

• "When did you learn both?"

• "I've had alot of spare time while being an heir to a rich company and my uncle not caring if I actually sure."

• "Oh yeah, he did that." Said Scrooge remembering that legally you were his next to kin.

• You meet Penumbra after she helped y'all not die.

• "You are most skilled." She said to you. "Della spoke of you many times."

• "Awe, that's so sweet of you. I'm happy she did. You're also very skilled since you just help us save our world." You tell her with a smile.

• "Of course."

• "Yes! My best friends are becoming besties." Loudly whisper Della.

• Glomgold pulled you away from the Ducks to tell you that he save the world! Hahahah

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8/2/2020

I went over bored on this. Just a tad.

Need sleep because its 5 something am.

I got to work tomorrow, :/

It pays well though and I bought a few Steven Universe merch. (Books, just 3 books.)

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moominland chronicles 06 my trip to ableton

Just quickly before i begin, ableton make software and hardware you use to make music

https://www.ableton.com

BCR / berlin community radio is a forward thinking and diverse online radio station

http://www.berlincommunityradio.com/about

It’s Friday night, though it’ll be Sunday when you read this post, I’m lying in bed in my pjs, its nearly 21h and I imagine a lot of the sexy young things that swell the streets of Berlin are out at the lake or alternately gearing up for Griessmuehle or Berghain later. Not me though, once it gets dark hopefully I’ll be able to fall asleep, I could of slept at 15h today but there’s a demanding heatwave lashing the city which expects attention, so I’ve just been wandering around my little yellow house eating and fiddling with a track I’m working on.

All my songs are about the moon these days.

There is zero,null, none, void romantic or sexual intrigues in my life in this moment: No booze, no sex, no men, now vegan, just 3 steps away from enlightenment perhaps. It sounds dreadfully unexciting but conversely I’m finding it to be rapturously liberating, I have an enormous girth of time to focus and recalibrate, to add the padding of my own space back in to my life and shine a light on all the things which fulfil me and aren’t centred around whether he will call or text or Facebook message me, what he’s doing right now, or how many other girl’s he doing it to (5? 10? 15?).

What does a young woman in a cosmopolitan city write about if it’s not boys and sex?

She writes about what she likes, that’s what she writes about…..

I went to a workshop put on by Ableton and Berlin Community Radio on Wednesday, I was racked with nerves during the lead up to the proceedings, envisioning getting in there and them sussing me as a fraud straight away.

It would play out like this:

“ You don’t make music! You don’t even know what a hi hat is! GET OUT CHARLATAN”

I am forcibly removed by a stocky man in sunglasses, Courtney Love is standing at a window above the courtyard I’m thrown onto, she looks down and shakes her head, then she fades into the dusk of the room behind her. And I just huff and puff, all fours on the concrete, a wheezing in my lungs and kick myself mentally for pretending I could pretend.

CHARLATAN.

And the gates to music are firmly shut for the rest of my pained life.

It wasn’t like that, surprise.

It was built as an inclusive space for women and non binary people working in music production, specifically on ableton, it was never going to be like that.

I walked from my little yellow house because it wasn’t very far and a lovely walk through the gentrified streets of Prenzlauer Berg and into Mitte past my favourite organic shop and lots of al fresco cafes where gorgeous shiny people were spread across tables, swilling expensive drinks and smiling beatifically at each other

I like getting stolen looks from men on those streets, it makes me feel special.

At first I walked past the entrance of Ableton and trundled about glued to maps trying to work out where my little blue dot was supposed to go, (the arrow frequently points the wrong way, I’m like a lemming with no semblance of orientation), it took me a hot minute to get my bearings: 

‘Go through an archway nestled casually between buildings, through the first courtyard and into the next.

You have reached your destination. Congratulations, goodbye.’

There wasn’t much outside seating aside from one modest wooden bench, so I perched on a wall and had a cigarette before going in, I still smoke, I’m not totally organic yet. The day was thick with heat, so hiding from the sun was a legitimate pastime, I chased some shade, inhaled and exhaled and then headed to the front door, which I approached in conjunction with a slender young brunette, clearly another member of my party.

We rang the bell, introduced ourselves, got confused at the first floor due to lack of any clear signage for reception and fooled by the meagre interior of the hallway. But the thick weighted door gave way to a carnivorous airy room with bare brick walls divided by screens, there was a reception, and plush waiting area, a kitchen and then ubiquitous tables that looked multi dimensional in purpose.

Me and the brunette sat down amongst the other girls, the receptionist (office manager?) was a bit fractious because most of us were early and her assistant was directed to make us drinks which were uniformly accepted. We were 4, then 6, then about 10 of us, which is when I gauged that I’d been selected and it was a privilege to be at this workshop.

“GET OUT, c h a r l a ta n.”

The majority of our trope were casual, dressed in the obligatory heat swayed sleeveless top, au natural or barely any makeup. All engaged in the awkward pre event chit chat, where do you come from, how long have you lived in Berlin, what are you doing here. My internal voice tends to become splattered in these scenarios, so I struggled to make nice but everyone seemed kind and curious. Despite being uniformly downtempo, we were quite the motley crew assembled, jazz singers, pop princesses, understated producers.

A woman appeared among us and quietly slotted into the circle, she seemed to be a student but then in a very uncanny way introduced herself as one of the BCR crew and shortly thereafter we were led through the door into another scant corridor and then in to our place of study where neat square desks with a Dell pc and ableton push were arranged in a very orderly fashion. The focal point of our gaze was directed to our teacher Chagall, who was sporting an exotic dress with a curving tropical print, curly long pale blonde hair brushed against the green of the leaves. My fear of being spotted as an interloper was sliding off me like grease in the heat and, with a screen in front of me, I started to relax into the swing of things.

Chagall was nervous to, in an approachable and personal sort of way, it opened up the room and she got us to introduce ourselves,

“I am/ was a visual artist (disclaimer).”

Then she set about presenting herself. She was a creature totally in her element in music who had been doing it her entire adult life and seemed like a woman unrestricted by her gender, overcoming technological quandaries by interrogating them herself and not deferring to a man in her life to fix them. She presented a project she had been working on as her day job to us and we watched, mouths agape, as she seemed to give music a physical prescence, distorting and extending her voice with her body, it was something quite beautiful, to see this unfold first hand.

It indicated a utopian vision of the future where creating music would be accessible and intuitive to a increasing volume of the populous.

Then we got to the crux of the lesson, she wanted us to make an instrument with our voices.

“How do you make an instrument with your voice on ableton?”

Perplexed and again worried I’d out myself as a total dope, I tried to work it through by myself. First off during the cigarette break where I encountered ableton’s detailed instructions on how to use a toilet brush in my white stall, then when back at my computer having gulped down a little bottle of sparkling water. I recorded myself rather indiscreetly at my station on my phone and played around with audio effects I hadn’t considered before, but this wasn’t an instrument, I poked the midi tracks in a ham fisted way, pushed buttons on the push, at the best of times I’m conspicuous but when I’m confused I pulsate and send out waves, I caught Chagalls eyes accidentally a few times and embarrassed went back to my silent blustering.

But with grace she manifested (almost like I dream of genie) by my side and asked if I needed help: Thank goodness. If she hadn’t I was one step away from googling how to make an instrument on ableton, and really what would have been the point of going to the workshop at all then? Chagall sensually guided my hand across the interface of ableton, her aura mirroring an ebbing waveform, gently brushing over my total ignorance of Midi.

Midi is a thing I can use it turns out, I can sample my voice and make instruments out of it, most of you don’t care or understand probably, but for me it has opened up a world of new possibilities. Once upon a time I sat at my laptop and marvelled at the mystics that could make a song longer than 3 minutes. But as if I’m being let in on a universally sacred secret, it makes sense, and like all things it’s about understanding and then customising the process.

The first part is getting the raw material down, the second part, the bulk of the work, is in the details, akin to me me writing this blog on a Friday night and then editing and ignoring it throughout the weekend to post on Sunday.

Afterwards we were asked to volunteer to share and a handful of the group took the aux cable and presented what they’d done, the most accomplished and quietly confident girl in the room played a stimulating rich bodied ambient stroll that was met with starstruck applause. One of the most gripping pieces of sonic material came from the girl behind me, who had created a short looping clip that was addictive in its playfulness and bubbled away, panning gently in a manner that coalesced the spirit. She was one of the trained jazz singers and it was clear this had opened a new door to her also.

It was the end before it really began, but then I could of stayed in that room for months. We packed away our things and wound up the session, I was still nervous but the staff and participants were so friendly and lacking in artifice, my anxiety was disarmed. I ended up standing with a young woman from the team in an oversized t-shirt dress, who was Russian and had her own ex husband.

I felt safe there, the second time in Berlin that I’ve felt really safe amongst relative strangers in an engineered environment, the second in my life in this context (the first was at room 4 resistance at about blank afew weeks ago).

I exited the building with a kind of full spirit calm floating over me, breezing down the streets of Prenzlauer Berg teeming with how best to direct this new energy and play with the tricks I’d been introduced to. Excited, very very excited. When a creative thing grows and you’re given new skills to hone, its like you’ve been endowed with magical powers (WITCH!) that can unlock parts of your soul. I count myself as one of the army of undiagnosed asperger's sufferers that work in the creative field, so any new method of communication that does not entail actually talking is a welcome part of my social artillery.

Unwrapping music is becoming a passion which I slighted in my teenage years.

When I was 15 I wanted to be a rockstar, but my mum having borne witness to the countless instruments encountered and discarded throughout my childhood, told me to focus on one thing at a time and I went to art school. My sister was the opera singer and the writer, I was the painter and visuals girl.

Now I’m 31 I’ve been making art for over half my life and I haven’t ever really felt comfortable with the idea of being utterly immersed in the art world, at least not in London, there was always an element of distrust and tainted, unmerited arrogance that had to be accepted implicitly in order to function. I’m not naive enough to think that the music scene is any different to this, at least in certain areas, but I have barely come into contact with that yet. All I’ve met thus far is interested people who want to collaborate or to include me in things: with my small contribution I’m receiving more interest than I did in 16 years, after my art education, after countless uploads onto a myriad of social media and having had about 6/7 studio’s.

And what I’m finding particularly positive about this new adventure, as I progressively learn the tools I’m using, the hardware, the software, the instrument inside me, is that this fixation I’ve had with male musicians for my entire life, is starting to fade away, as I become more competent and able, the mystery of their creative gifts to the world unravels and I start to see these men as human.

After having very recently gone through a fixation with a certain producer, who was so significant in terms of my public breakdown, I can say with curving upward lips that he now just seems like a man, not a divinity, like the man he always was, I don’t really think about him anymore.

It makes me wonder about groupies, about these women that fervently followed men in the 60’s and 70’s, in the now tee’s, who actually, maybe, were themselves talented musicians but because of a fear to step on to stage and take ownership of the medium they loved so much, they instead projected this on to (male) individuals that they identified with.

Marianne Faithful anyone?

I was once all the parts of a groupie except being present to the people I ardently adored, now I’m getting closer to being a peer..

So I think I’m still an artist, I mean, I’m doing all the visual stuff to, in my spare time now, but my concentrated outpouring has become devoted to fades and audio effects and working out how to record my voice without feedback, and heavy breathing, and singing in the shower. And fantasising about good monitors.

And coming to terms with the material aspect of music, or rather, its lack of fixed form, its transcendent invisible nature which permeates our lives everyday.

And how to deconstruct a song.

And how to write a song.

And how to make sheet music that isn’t notated, my own variety.

And and and. You get the picture.

 To quote Kate Hudson // Penny Lane in Almost Famous:

“It’s all happening.”