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Green Magazine Layout

Embracing Sustainability: The Green Magazine Layout

In an era where sustainability is more than a trend—it's a necessity—designing eco-friendly publications is becoming increasingly important. One such innovation in this realm is the Green Magazine Layout. This concept not only reflects an aesthetic commitment to the environment but also incorporates practical strategies that reduce the carbon footprint of magazine production. Let’s dive into the essentials of the Green Magazine Layout and explore how it transforms both print and digital media.

What is a Green Magazine Layout?

A Green Magazine Layout is a design approach that prioritizes sustainability in the creation and production of magazines. This involves several key elements:

Eco-Friendly Materials: Opting for recycled or sustainably sourced paper is fundamental. Some green magazines use paper that is certified by organizations like the Forest Stewardship Council (FSC), ensuring that the paper comes from responsibly managed forests.

Low-Impact Printing Techniques: Using soy-based or vegetable inks instead of traditional petroleum-based inks reduces the environmental impact of the printing process. Additionally, waterless printing technologies and energy-efficient presses contribute to lower energy consumption.

Digital Alternatives: Embracing digital formats or combining print with digital editions can significantly cut down on paper usage. Digital magazines often offer interactive features that enhance reader engagement while minimizing physical waste.

Minimalist Design: A Green Magazine Layout often embraces minimalist design principles. This means using fewer resources by reducing the number of colors, optimizing page count, and avoiding excessive use of glossy finishes. A clean, streamlined design not only looks modern but also reduces the environmental impact.

Sustainable Binding Options: Traditional binding methods can be replaced with more eco-friendly alternatives. For instance, using adhesive-free bindings or biodegradable materials helps lower the environmental footprint.

Benefits of a Green Magazine Layout

Environmental Impact: The most obvious benefit is the reduced impact on the environment. By using recycled materials and sustainable practices, publishers can significantly lower their carbon footprint and contribute to conservation efforts.

Cost-Effectiveness: While some eco-friendly materials and methods may seem more expensive initially, they often lead to long-term savings. For example, energy-efficient printing processes can reduce costs over time.

Brand Image: Adopting a Green Magazine Layout can enhance a brand’s reputation. As consumers become more environmentally conscious, they increasingly prefer to support businesses that demonstrate a commitment to sustainability.

Reader Engagement: A focus on green practices can resonate with readers who value environmental responsibility. Highlighting these practices in your magazine can build a loyal readership that appreciates your efforts.

Implementing a Green Magazine Layout

Assess Your Current Practices: Start by evaluating your existing production processes and materials. Identify areas where you can make changes to become more sustainable.

Choose Sustainable Materials: Research and select paper and ink options that align with your environmental goals. Work with suppliers who prioritize sustainability.

Adopt Digital Solutions: Consider offering digital versions of your magazine. Incorporate interactive elements and multimedia to engage readers without the need for physical copies.

Collaborate with Eco-Conscious Partners: Partner with printers and designers who share your commitment to sustainability. Their expertise can help you implement green practices effectively.

Educate and Inform: Use your platform to inform your readers about the sustainable choices you’re making. Transparency builds trust and encourages others to consider green practices in their own lives.

Conclusion

The Green Magazine Layout represents a forward-thinking approach to magazine design that aligns with the growing emphasis on sustainability. By integrating eco-friendly materials, optimizing production methods, and exploring digital options, publishers can create content that not only captivates readers but also respects the planet. As the industry moves towards greener practices, adopting a Green Magazine Layout is not just a choice but a responsibility—one that reflects a commitment to both quality content and environmental stewardship.

[purinkiss]

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[flordoipe]

–᭢✧ ຶ⵿ Y⬤U ARE MY ROCKSTAR˙ ᭢ຶ⵿ ⋅.˳𝅘𝅥ᅠ𝅘𝅥 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ∗𓋪

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I'm confused by this home. It's a 1984 Earth Shelter in Granite Bay, CA. Has 3bds, 4ba, asking $785K. This is the front.

And, this is the rest of it. (Weird that the grass disappeared over the house.)

Enter a foyer thru the front door, like a normal home.

The interior is the shape of the mound outside. It looks like they built a round metal structure then covered it in dirt and grew grass over it. I wonder if that's a glass walk so you can go up into the Belvidere.

There's a small TV area.

The dining area.

The green square on the right is the kitchen.

It's larger than I thought it would be. There's even a desk on the left.

Behind that wall...

It's an eat-in area and you can shut the door.

The guest powder room has wallpaper with old New Yorker magazine covers.

A home office is set up by the stairs.

Bedroom #1 has a built-in bookcase and a cool blue floor.

Bedroom #2 is more spacious and kind of a half circle shape.

The laundry is off this room.

And, the bath is off the laundry room.

The primary bedroom is the largest. It's a confusing layout, b/c I thought that we were on an upper level, but there are stairs thru the glass doors. I'm confused. Maybe they're stairs to the Belvidere.

A large shower room.

The outside area is very nice. It has a pergola, but it's in front of the guest house.

Beautiful pizza oven.

This is nice.

There are several outbuildings on the 1.20 acre property and one of them is a spacious guest house.

There's also a workshop.

From this view you can see the mound that's the house, plus the outbuildings in front.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/8080-Barton-Rd-Granite-Bay-CA-95746/17678568_zpid/?

[lavendercharm]

Linger, Chapter 1: She's So Mean

Summary: From the moment you meet her, you can't stand Melissa Schemmenti.

Warnings: Strong Language

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You’ve always been one to go above and beyond. Whether it was because you were truly an ambitious go-getter, or because it was actually rooted in a deep-seated fear of letting others down, who can say? What mattered was you were reliable. You did your best to stay organized and on top of things, despite the fact that you struggled with it. You thrived when it came to creative problem-solving. And you were never, ever late.

At least, that’s the mantra you repeated to yourself as you mentally practiced the apology you’d be giving Abbott Elementary’s principal. Glancing at the watch on your wrist as you burst through the front door, you curse under your breath. Arriving almost a full 45 minutes later than you were supposed to was not the way to make the first impression you wanted. You’d been a bundle of nerves the night before, prepping the following day’s lunch as much as possible. You’d made a concerted effort to get to bed at a decent hour, you’d laid out your “first day subbing at a new school” outfit, and you’d even set a few different alarms in order to prevent this exact situation.

It might have slipped your attention that the alarms you’d set were actually for the PM.

The surge of adrenaline when you’d seen 7:02 AM blinking back at you from the digital clock on your bedside table as you woke was more effective than any cup of coffee. You were barely finished dressing before you were out the front door with your shoulder bag in tow - hair piled in an unkempt mess on your head and makeup, socks, and half-prepped lunch forsaken in your haste.

Mercifully, most subs had pre-planned lessons to follow, so you didn’t have to worry about throwing off your student’s schedules too much today. But seeing as this was your first day at Abbott, you weren’t familiar with the building layout. Even worse, you’d never met the principal, which means you have no idea what kind of reaction to expect in regard to your tardiness.

You knew students started to arrive at Abbott at 7:30 for an 8 o’clock start to the day, and you’d been instructed to arrive no later than 7:15. You looked up from your watch to get your bearings in the unfamiliar environment. Just up the hall from the doors you entered, you saw an office with glass walls and what looked like a check in area where there stood a tall, stunning black woman.

She was dressed stylishly, shockingly so for someone who works in an elementary school. A form-fitting olive green dress hugged her curves, which were emphasized by the large brown belt around her waist. Her hair was long and looked right from a salon, her nails meticulously cared for. She wore red lipstick and her eye makeup could easily be seen on the cover of a magazine. Her face was buried in her phone, so she hadn’t noticed you enter the building. You approached her, your hectic morning creating a distinctly frazzled air around you.

You felt silly and underdressed standing next to her, your normally put-together appearance ditched in favor of time. You silently thanked your past self for having the foresight to lay out your clothes for the day. Even still, your plain black work trousers, white button-down, and sneakers felt distinctly out of place next to this woman. As you stood there, she didn’t look up from her phone.

Unsure what else to do, after a moment you made yourself known by clearing your throat. Without looking up from her phone, a single, sculpted brow raised in question, followed by a short, “What do you want?”

Taken aback, you stuttered, “I-I, uh, I’m the principal- I mean, I’m looking for the principal.” You felt heat rising in your cheeks at your mistake. ‘Good one,’ you thought.

At least your slip-up gained you some ground. The woman lowered her phone and glanced at you, giving you a once-over from head to toe. “What do you want with the principal? If you’re here to complain about something, you’ll have to send it in an email or Instagram DM, she’s on vacation.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach - the principal wasn’t even here? You weren’t sure if Abbott had a vice principal. You were already late, you didn’t know where you were supposed to go, and you weren’t sure if the vaguely-unfriendly woman in front of you would be able to help.

“Oh, actually I’m a sub-” you started.

You were cut off by a loud, “Oh! Well, why didn’t you say so? Why are you dressed like a waiter?”

You frowned. She was right. You did look like a waiter.

You were stunned as the woman’s entire demeanor changed. A large smile graced her features as she held out her hand. “Ava Coleman, principal of Abbott Elementary.” You stared at the outstretched hand before taking it, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Wait, did you just lie to my face about being on vacation?”

“Usually when someone introduces themself, you’re supposed to do it back. Unless you’re like Leo DiCaprio levels of famous, obviously,” she prompts you, entirely ignoring your question.

You give her your name, overwhelmed by the whirlwind that has been this morning and the whiplash of the woman’s sudden change in attitude. “Nice to meet you,” Ava says with a glowing smile as she releases your hand. “You know you’re late, right?”

You nod, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. All things considered, Ava didn’t seem upset, or even remotely reprimanding, for that matter. She might as well have been asking about the weather she was so nonchalant. Having braced yourself for a lecture or a raised voice, you found yourself feeling just the slightest bit relieved. “I’m sorry about that. This isn’t… it’s not the norm for me, I promise. It won’t happen again.”

“Girl, I am not pressed,” Ava says, brushing off your apology with a wave of her hand. “At least you showed up at all. Trying to get a sub lately has been like trying to get Taylor Swift tickets - a whole lot of waiting just to find out there aren’t any left.” She gives a cheesy grin at her own joke, not waiting for you to react before continuing, “You’ll actually be with another teacher. Her aide has appendicitis, she’s out for at least the next week and a half.”

You were surprised, not unpleasantly so. You’d expected to have your own room, but there were plus sides to subbing in for teaching aides. “Oh, okay. That will be good actually, I can get a feel for things and watch how she runs her class, maybe ask her for pointers,” you state as you start to follow Ava down the hall.

Ava glances back at you, a look you can’t quite discern in her eye. “Uh, yeah,” she said, entirely unconvincing. “I’m sure she’d love to share pointers. She’s been a teacher here for a long time, so she does stuff a certain way.”

Ava’s words reignite some of the anxiety you’d felt starting to dissipate. You thought having another teacher to lead the class and watch would be a good thing, but Ava is making it seem like this teacher would be difficult. You’d had plenty of old, strict, mean teachers as a student. When you first started subbing, you’d met a teacher at another school who went through teaching aides like Duracell batteries. She’d been in the same school for well over 35 years, so it was essentially her way or the highway. She was so strict and particular, most people ended up taking the highway.

Ava stopped at a door on the right side of the hall, and as she pulled the door open, you heard a chorus of tiny voices say, “Good morning Miss Schemmenti!” At least you’d managed to make it before any actual instruction began.

Popping her head in the room, you heard Ava say, “Melissa, you got a sub today.” A ripple of ‘oohs’ and giggles spread throughout the class. Kids were always interested in a new face.

“Oh really?” came a dulcet voice with the strongest Philly accent you’d heard in a minute. It was tinged with incredulity and annoyance. “A sub who can’t be bothered to show up on time?”

Your stomach churned with anxiety and shame, but you felt a slight spike of annoyance as well. You suppose you couldn’t blame her, but you hadn’t even met this woman yet. You pushed these feelings aside as best you could as Ava replied, “You’re lucky you got a sub at all girl. I didn’t have to put her in your class. You’re welcome!” Stepping aside, she gestures you into the room.

The first thing you notice is the sheer amount of kids crammed into one room. There’s a division in the center and one side seems to be slightly older. The confusion must be evident on your face, because Ava chimes in, “We lost a third-grade teacher last minute and we couldn’t afford another one, so we combined a second and third grade class. You get two for one! I love a good deal myself.” Her joke doesn’t land.

Two grades in one room was really unconventional. How could both classes be receiving the right instruction? You couldn’t wrap your brain around it. Either the second graders had to be feeling left behind, or the third graders were learning the same things they’d learned last year. Not to mention the number of kids presented a challenge itself. ‘There have to be close to thirty kids in this room!’ you thought.

The velvety voice from before chimed in, “You could at least try not to look overwhelmed. Jeez, how old are you anyway, kid? I’m not gonna be able to tell the difference between you and the students.” Some small giggles echoed around the room as you turned.

Whatever you had been expecting, this woman was not it. ‘Is everyone working in this school hot?’ you grimaced to yourself as your eyes took in the gorgeous red-headed woman who stood before you. She was older, which in your mind only enhanced her beauty. She was a few inches taller than you, although you noticed the heeled boots she wore. Her deep red hair was luscious, with soft waves begging to have fingers combed through them. A single eyebrow was raised and a decidedly unimpressed expression graced her face, a dusky rose color painting her pursed cupid's bow lips. Her nose was soft yet prominent - it suited her immensely. Her eyes were slightly close-set, a captivating green-hazel color. They were rimmed with a subtle smokey shadow that made them pop.

She had on a long-sleeved black shirt and a few necklaces decorated her collarbones. But what caught your attention most were the leather pants that clung tightly to her soft hips.

You’d always been a sucker for a woman in leather.

“You gonna acknowledge me or not? Do I need to get you a copy of the lesson plan, or a coloring sheet?” She asked, hands on her cocked hips. Another ripple of giggles ricocheted throughout the room. Your cheeks flame with embarrassment. You were used to being teased about your height and young appearance by people you knew, not by strangers using it as a way to question your position at work.

Feeling a surge of indignation and annoyance, you opened your mouth before you could stop yourself and shot back, “I’m 28 years old - how old are you?”

A loud chorus of “Ooooh!” from the class, and in a split-second, you knew you’d fucked up.

A fire ignited behind Melissa’s eyes, her eyebrows coming together and her weight shifting forward. Her posture was rigid, coiled like a rattlesnake, ready to strike at any moment. Her nostrils flared as she bit out, “I’m none-of-your-business years old.” Her tone was dangerous and sharp. The class waited with bated breath to see what you’d do. Would the new sub start a fight with Miss Schemmenti? The tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

You heard, “Neither of you swing before I start recording!” from Ava.

Your heart was rattling inside your chest. ‘And I thought being late would be enough to make the wrong first impression.’ But you didn’t feel sorry for what you said. It wasn’t fair for her to be so critical. If she wanted to play the age card, then you’d meet her where she was at. She had no right to belittle you, even if you were less experienced.

You decided then and there that you didn’t like Melissa Schemmenti.

But you needed to get past this - you both had a class to teach, after all. Standing your ground, you managed to hold her gaze as you said evenly, “If you would be so kind as to point me to my desk? I believe we have a school day to start.” You were immensely proud that your voice didn’t tremble, despite the way your pulse thrummed in your ears.

Glaring at you for a moment longer, you knew you’d live to see another day when Melissa shifted her weight back again, arms folding across her chest. 'Her well-endowed chest,' you thought. You immediately chastised yourself. You needed to get a grip. This was your workplace and you should be keeping things professional, although that had almost gone out the window already. Even if she was alarmingly hot, she’d disrespected you without so much as a “hello.” The woman had been ready to tear you limb from limb a moment ago, and not in a sexy way.

Melissa tilted her head with a pointed look toward the back corner of the room, and you glanced over to see a small desk. You met her gaze once more and muttered a “Thank you.” But as you started to turn, you realized neither she nor the class knew your name. Stopping, you introduced yourself, instinctively holding out a hand.

It occurred to you how incredibly awkward it was to offer to shake the hand of the woman you’d just slighted, and you’re thankful you can write off the heat still lingering on your cheeks as your temper.

For a moment, she stared disdainfully at your proffered hand, but she sent a furtive glance toward the class and a look of realization passed over her face - her students had been watching all of this unfold. Maybe she wanted to set a good example, or maybe she just wanted to move on, but she took your hand begrudgingly. Her grip was a bit too tight. “Miss Schemmenti,” she said, and you noted the lack of a first name. Her teeth were gritted behind a strained smile. The flash in her eyes made the message clear. You are not on my good side.

Ava made a disapproving sound. “Man, I thought I was gonna get something good,” she said, and you caught the light glinting off of what you suspect was her phone camera as she turned and walked away.

You released Melissa's hand and retreated to the back of the room. As you deposited your things on what was now your desk, Melissa began, “Alright my little cannolis, enough dilly-dallying. Shawnte, will you please help me pass out these math sheets?” Her irritation was masked impeccably behind a practiced teacher's voice as she split a stack of papers with a small girl from the third-grade side of the room.

You exhaled deeply. It was only 8:15 and you’d managed to make your first enemy at Abbott. Unpacking your things, you found you couldn’t resist watching Melissa as she made her way around the room. You didn't consider yourself quick to anger, but somehow this woman had managed to piss you off in a matter of minutes. And you were supposed to spend at least the next week and a half with her?

As she passed by you, her eyes shot up and briefly made contact with yours. You felt the heat of her glare piercing into you. It seems she couldn’t resist another pointed comment on your tardiness. “Maybe tomorrow, you could get here on time and do your job, so I don’t have to ask a student to help pass out papers.”

This was going to be a long week.

[preciadosbass]

5/8/24

woke up at 9:30. when i wake up naturally early i always say good morning to boris so i did that and then decided that i’m not exhausted to the point i should go back to sleep. i just doomscrolled the entire morning and saved a few max green edits along the way. i looked through a few pin sharing urbex groups on facebook and saved a couple videos to my watch later on youtube. its a pain there’s not actually much around where i live, like, that’s why i cant go out on my own. as much as woods are beautiful and nice to be around/at there’s not any shops or town in walking distance.

the next time my family go on a road trip hopefully i’ll be able to explore a few places then. there was an abandoned housing estate about 40 minutes from where i live but apparently it’s being demolished soon, plus i’m not allowed to go there anymore. as for any of the other stuff close-ish, it’s not really anything you can explore. however, i did find an abandoned plane graveyard online and it turned out it was decently close by to me. when i went they didn’t even let me take photos but they did email saying someone could tour me and show me the planes if i arrange a date which is exciting. although i’ll most likely have to wait until october so the plants around it die down.

when it got to about 10/11am my dad came down so i said goodmorning to him and had breakfast as he made me it and i’d feel bad not to. luckily i’ve found breakfast option which has a lot less cals than that bagel so i feel a little, tiny bit more relaxed about having food in the mornings. at 1 i went outside with boris and cuddled him on the driveway. he seems a lot more energetic today. i was sitting on the sleepers across from the front door with my feet outstretched and he layed down leaning against my leg/shoes it was so cute i just had to record it. while i was outside i also fixed the lighting of a picture of jaime and changed my layout and things on all my socials.

i also followed lots of cool people in hopes of become their mutual or something. i stayed out there until 2:20. when i got back inside asked my mum about that list of things on depop that i want to buy and she sent offers on all of the uk items for me. with the rest, i just had to wait until people got back to me about shipping. since yesterday i added one more item to my wishlist, a frank iero tattoo poster from an old magazine, i sent an order regarding this aswell. my mum was getting frustrated and didn’t really understand why i wanted the stuff that i did. but she did see my point about buying the funko pops second hand from depop rather than the official website.

i think i had a nap and woke up at approximately 4/half five but i’m not too sure about times. i saw an informative video about taxidermy and how to tell if things are ethical or not and remembered i was texted a mutual and they kept asking for advice regarding stuff like that, so i sent it to them. at around 5 my hairdresser came round so i got dressed for once [i hate departing from my onesie don’t judge me 🤫] and had my ends touched up. having my hair cut is always kind of awkward for me because i have to stop myself from asking to get it cut short. my parents are fine with it, im just terrible with change. but i have been wanting it short for 4+ years now. its just scary that once it’s done, if i don’t like it, there’s pretty much nothing anyone can do. i’m fine with dye.

before she was about to leave i found out that she’s going to be looking after boris when me and my family go to butlins. she’s really nice and talked me through everything/asked me to text her if i have anything particular i want her to do but i’m scared about leaving him. i think i have a few weeks until we go. i feel guilty saying this, but i am excited, i think. i haven’t been away with my whole family before. that dosent take away the worry though. once my parents had payed and she’d driven off i went outside with boris again.

i was out there up until 7:20 when i went back into my room and put on coraline. i finally found the dvd after looking everytime i watch something for weeks. i’ve watched it so many times i know everything that happens so while i was listening to it i wrote this before i’d forget everything about my day. my phone was blowing up at the same time because some rando keeps submitting anonymous messages harassing me over making music my personality loll — anyways, i watched up until the scene where the other mother gives coraline the box with the buttons in it until i went on a walk with my mum.

we left at almost exactly 9 and went to that same field i’ve spoken about before where you can see london in the distance. the person who owns it must’ve just mowed everywhere so we were just walking on really thick piles of dead grass so it was 10x more tiring. it left like i was walking through snow. obviously it was even more tricky because we walked down and then up the really steep hills. we got home at 10ish and was out for at least 40 or 50 minutes.

when we got back my mum handed me an envelope. i immediately knew what it was; since i’ve been young [7] i’ve had this youth thingy send me and my sister arts and crafts stuff related to the stuff going on at the time. i took it into my room i continued listening to coraline while i made a collage out of the zoos map from yesterday. i opened the envelope once id glued in half of the stuff i wanted to and used this wooden flower from it. i finished it at 11, and i cant tell if i despise it with every fibre of my being or if it’s tolerable. ive never made a collage with so much untouched and plain space [photo at the end]

coraline conveniently finished when i’d completed the collage so i went out to the kitchen to see boris. my mum started arguing with me about how the questions don’t affect me at all and they only have a negative affect on her and my dad when i asked when i should come up. i’m gunna admit, this kinda hit really hard because nobody knows how much it truly affects me and i’m too far gone to even be able to speak about it/write about it. because if i do then it’ll make something bad happen. but i do appreciate that it’s really draining for them too. i just cant stop.

boris went into the living room so i sat out there while finishing the rest of that mcr 2011 concert and updated this at 12 while listening to fall out boy’s folie á duex. once i’d written what i needed to i rewatched a few videos i took at my pierce the veil concert back in april. i’m still not over seeing jaime. i went up to my parents at 12:50 because thats when my mum said they’re ready for me to ask questions about boris. it took about an hour because it was on and off and i kept on getting sidetracked. afterwards i went downstairs, had some breadsticks [and found this huge ass spider living above our food cupboard], did my teeth, and said goodnight to boris.

i cant recall how long i was speaking to him, but i finished at 2:50. i told him about my day and what’s going to be happening tomorrow so he knows i might not be able to be with him as much as id want to. [my prevision is coming round tomorrow]. i got into bed directly after id finished speaking with boris, and listened to three days grace + the used while wrapping up this entry. went to sleep at 3. i usually get to sleep the second my head touches my pillow but it took me a few minutes more today because all i could focus on was the sound of electricity and my radiator. it isn’t even that whirring sound you’d hear at your grandparents when you sleep over, it’s high pitched and inconsistent and weird. also my stick insects were being noisy.

* ughh i hate this page sm it’s probably my least fav one i’ll ever do here’s a picture of boris to make up for it

have a good day/night O_o

[irl-simon-riley]

WIP whenever

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS. I was going to do this last week but I had some stressful health and ID stuff that I had to deal with and just couldn't bring myself to work on my WIPS :( I wanted to get a bit more written before I shared but oh well. Anyways, I was tagged by the very very cool @pricegouge to post a current WIP. I have a lot to choose from since I am an absent father, but I will go with my slowburn ftm bodyguard!ghost x rockstar!soap that doesn't have a working title atm. This fic is inspired by a dream I had. I hope y'all enjoy :D

//gender dysphoria, misgendering & dead-naming in reference to pre-transition self, emotional angst, Ghost's canon backstory, Ghost is ex-military

Ghost watches his feet as he walks along the side of a forested road, the smell of moss surrounding him from all directions. The forest is too dense to be anywhere near Manchester, the growth too old, like something from a nature magazine. The lush greenery shading him from the summer heat, the sun would only affect him more with his all-black gear.

He's not alone. In front of him is his mother, following him is Tommy. His mum crosses the road and the boys follow like ducklings. Ghost's mother says something that he can't quite hear, all he notices is that he's breathing much too easily with his mask on.

He finally looks up, a shotgun-style house in front of him. His mum and Tommy are already halfway through the screen door, leaving him behind. A concrete staircase leads down from the road to be level with the house, as if the house was built before any roads were around. Ghost follows behind them, opening the doors that were shut in his face.  

Once inside he enters the room immediately to the right. His room.

The layout is almost the same as his childhood bedroom, only the door has switched walls and there are no windows.

The walls are covered in pastel purple wallpaper with white daisies that look hand-painted. Light greens and pinks are the only other colors that occupy the space. A quilt covers the mattress, held up by a white wrought-iron bedframe. On painted wall shelves there are trinkets, the only one Ghost can focus on holds porcelain figures of the Virgin Mary, Jesus, and a cherub-like angel. Everything is bathed in candlelight, but Ghost can't smell the burning over the scent of mothballs. The room denotes nothing but love and care, the kind that Simon could only dream of as a child---the kind he begged for.

"It's just for tonigh'," He grumbles to himself.

The urge to get out of his gear and sleep consumes him. He turns and his eyes catch on the full length mirror directly next to the door.

He sees... her. Hannah: the name Simon never wished to hear again. A name he thought he left behind at 16, but now... he was 14 again and she was standing in front of him in the mirror. She wears a pink, ruffly tank-top and cotton shorts.

Is this even real? It can't be, he---he's supposed to be out! He got out!

Right?

Simon sucks in a breath and reaches a trembling hand up to the auburn hair that covers his chest and rakes his fingers through it. It's real. Her face morphs into one of fear as she feels the soft strands tendril out between each finger.

In this moment he realizes she's exactly the daughter he was supposed to be; and all the other rooms burn around him.

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pls help me title this work I am so bad at titles

[bizarrequazar]

GJ and ZZH Updates — January 14-20

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

01-14 → Possible hexagon ring sighting.

01-15 → Net-A-Porter posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ 361° posted a commercial featuring Gong Jun. (1129 kadian, 51129 with the date.)

→ GXG posted six photos ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a behind the scenes video of the GXG photoshoot. Caption: "Freeze and relax, feel the leisurely spring in advance. @ Gong Jun Simon enjoys every moment of the rhythm~"

→ Elle magazine posted a teaser of their photoshoot with Gong Jun that would be released the following day. Caption: "The New Year brings the 'dragon', and the new year brings the 'beauty'. The cover of the new issue is about to be revealed."

01-16 → Elle posted their photoshoot of Gong Jun. Caption: "The shooting location is in a building decorated in artistic style. The porch has been decorated early with the festive atmosphere of the New Year. The lawn in front of the door is still green and full of the vitality that is rare in winter. At 6 o'clock in the evening the night before, @ Gong Jun Simon was still working on set. After finishing work, he rushed to Shanghai. After getting up early, he had to rush to attend a New Year's Eve party after filming. He won’t have a holiday tomorrow for New Year’s Day, but will go back to the set and continue filming. Looking back further, last year at this time he was also preparing for a New Year's Eve performance and joined the group the next day. 'It's good not to have a holiday,' he said. There was a sense of urgency in his words, as well as a sense of eagerness to try. 'I just hope that every project will be filmed smoothly and new projects will start filming as soon as possible.' Why is he so serious about pursuing a career. 'I have to do it well this year and try to use my time as much as possible.'"

→ Gong Jun posted six photos from the Elle shoot. Caption: "In the first year of the new era, let's have fun together." He also posted nine to his Xiao Hong Shu, caption: "Send 30 million red packets 🧧🧧🧧 Be healthy, be happy, be rich" and nine to his Instagram, caption: "Spring festival is coming!!! 🏮🧧🐲!"

→ Elle posted a video of their photoshoot featuring Gong Jun. Caption: "This year @ Gong Jun Simon has launched a 'World Favourites' section, where he publishes travel p-logs from time to time. On the one hand, he wants to record the scenery he has seen, the food he has eaten, and the interesting things he has seen. On the other hand, he wants to share what he has seen and heard with everyone, so that they can see the world he has seen through his records. In these travel p-logs, the photos and layout are all his own ideas. Gong Jun is a person with a strong desire to share. He hopes to pass on the happiness in life to others so that everyone can feel this happiness together. Of course, this is also a process in which he magnifies the happiness he feels."

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a behind the scenes video of the Elle shoot. Caption: "Have a far-reaching inner rhyme and bring auspiciousness to the East. @ Gong Jun Simon is enjoying the fun of the New Year."

→ Gong Jun's studio posted fifteen photos from the Elle shoot. Caption: "The fiery national colours outline the oriental charm, and @ Gong Jun Simon writes the warmth of the New Year."

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a douyin of footage from the Elle photoshoot. Caption: "Gong Jun inherits the past and traces the present, and absorbs the meaning of Chinese style. @ Gong Jun Simon interprets the modern style of the New Year with a pioneering attitude."

→ PRSR posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

01-17 → Gong Jun posted a promotional video he did for Deeyeo.

→ Kinokuniya Tokyo responded to whalers' injuries about stocking the Zhang Sanjian photobook, saying that they have been unable to contact the suppliers. They later posted an update that they have no plans to pursue this further.

→ PRSR posted a video (flashing lights cw) of their photoshoot with Gong Jun.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad announcing that Gong Jun would be appearing in a livestream the following day.

01-18 (Candy shower!!! 🍬) → Gong Jun posted a screenshot of the song 南京恋爱通告 (Nanjing Love Announcement) by Galaxy Express to his Instagram. Caption: "Good morning!" Fan Observations: - For the significance of Nanjing, see [here]. - This is only the second time that Gong Jun has posted a song to his Instagram since 813, and the first time that he has done so with it being the only thing in the post. Prior to 813, he posted songs quite often. - The song lyrics include the line "Sunrise on top of the purple-gold mountain," reminiscent of the golden mountain photos Gong Jun posted on 2022-12-17 which many people believe showed Zhang Zhehan from behind.

→ Gong Jun appeared on a livestream for Fresh, hosted in Nanjing. [full recording] Fan Observations: - He wore a jacket with a gold hexagon pattern. - One activity involved drawing images associated with words. For Nanjing, he drew a heart. 🥺 - He mentioned the song he had posted earlier, saying that he had found it a while ago and had been wanting to share it.

→ Gong Jun's studio posted eight photos from the Fresh livestream. Caption: "The carved jade dragon glows with vitality, and the veil and gold layer create the beauty of the new year. @ Gong Jun Simon feels pure in the momentum of soaring. I wish everyone a happy Laba Festival and prosperity with the dragon in 2024!"

→ Gong Jun posted four selfies. Caption: "Today is Laba, so it's time to post selfies!" Fan Observation: The hoodie and pose that he's doing in them is very reminiscent of photos he posted on 10-31-2022, the anniversary of the One Night in Nanjing, which are in turn reminiscent of selfies Zhang Zhehan had once posted. [comparison]

→ PRSR posted a commercial featuring Gong Jun. The later also posted a photo ad.

→ Fresh posted five photos of Gong Jun from the livestream.

→ Yang Yang posted two photos of himself and Gong Jun from the livestream.

01-19 → Net-A-Porter posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ PRSR posted two behind the scenes videos [1] [2] (flashing lights cw for both) of their photoshoot with Gong Jun.

01-20 → The Instagram posted a video of "Zhang Zhehan".

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[isfjmel-phleg]

Yet Another YJ comparison post: bedrooms! Because one's personal space can reveal a lot about them. I'm going to cover Tim's, Kon's, and Bart's rooms in this post and will look at the girls' rooms in another.

To keep this post from getting excessively massive (I've already maxed out the picture limit), I'm going to stick to bedrooms from before and during the run of YJ.

Tim

The earliest bedrooms we see for him are his dorm at boarding school and his guest bedroom at Wayne Manor. Since the former is rather generic by nature and the latter is not a space that Tim has creative control over, I'm going to skip them and concentrate on Tim's bedroom at Drake Manor, the mansion next door to Wayne Manor that Jack Drake buys shortly after he is released from the hospital after his wife's death and his injury.

This bedroom is therefore not one that Tim grew up in, and it reflects his current interests rather than his entire childhood.

An earlier view of the room that I ran out of space to include depicts it as light purple, but after that the décor becomes blue.

The furnishings are basic, but Tim's interests are represented in posters (basketball, football, and...a bikini-clad woman?) and the computer and research materials on his desk. He keeps a photo of his parents next to the computer, where he can see it while he works--he misses his mom and laments his parents' absence from his childhood, and he wants to keep them close.

(Robin 1993 #11)

With a change of artist comes a different layout. The window is now on the same wall as the bed. The poster has changed (NIN, for the band Nine Inch Nails), and there is now a dresser to the left of the bed with a golf trophy. Does Tim have any history playing golf?

(The girl here is Tim's girlfriend Ariana, who has crashed in his room overnight after some family conflict. Tim does the gentlemanly thing and sleeps in the guest bedroom, but the Drakes' housekeeper assumes the worst.)

(Robin 1993 #21)

Yet another artist, and while the layout is similar, the furnishings have changed. The dresser has been moved to the other side of the room and replaced by a wall of shelves containing books, a small TV, boxes, maybe some records, and a large speaker. Tim's bedspread is raspberry instead of blue. There's a nightstand with a phone on one side of the bed and another stand with a CD player and CDs on the other. An electric guitar stands in one corner. (Does he ever play it?) The floor is littered with laundry, magazines, a basketball, a tennis racket, shoes, a keyboard, a soda can, and CDs. A computer desk and stool are opposite the bed. The sports posters are gone; most of the posters seem to be for bands (Loaded, Westway, something about Gotham Beehive, and other names I can't make out--these seem to be fictional?), although there are one or two of women.

This room gives the impression that his primary interests are music and books. Notice that there are fewer sports-related items than before. Tim's interests are shifting, or he just doesn't have the time to stay invested in sports anymore.

(Robin 1993 #45)

The layout is similar here, but the floor is tidier, he has moved books to the phone nightstand, the band poster over the bed has changed (still a fictional group?), and the walls and bedspread are now in lifeless pale shades of green and blue. This room seems less occupied than previous views; Tim at this point is probably not home often enough to hang out here much.

(Robin 1993 #60)

The Drakes move briefly to an apartment in Keystone City. Tim's room here bears a lot of resemblance to the room he left behind. The walls are still blue. Note that the carpet has changed colors from beige to blue between issues! The red bedspread might be intended to be the same as the raspberry one, since exact shades vary by colorist. He even seems to have tried to recreate the arrangement of the furniture as much as possible. He prefers the familiar and misses home and thus is decorating his room accordingly.

(Robin 1993 #62)

(Robin 1993 #63)

After this, Tim is sent off to boarding school again, and his room there is pretty generic and not especially reflective of his interests (beyond a TV). As of #100, his family sells Drake Manor and moves back to their condo in downtown Gotham. We get a slight glimpse of Tim's room there, but it's not very detailed. It is blue.

Kon

His solo doesn't pay much attention to his domestic life, but we do get a glimpse of his room at the Compound, his home in Hawaii, when a school friend takes classmates on a tour of the house while he's away. It's a very generic room. Bed, dresser, desk, chair. Untidy piles of clothes and schoolwork. Blue walls, of course, but bright yellow, orange, and red bedding. The only evidence of his interests are in the ridiculous number of posters of women, and what might be a lava lamp? on the dresser.

He probably doesn't spend enough time in this room to be able to suit it to his interests beyond the minimum.

(Superboy 1994 #43)

However, at Cadmus, his room is much more personalized, probably to make up for its being basically a windowless metal box. There's a computer desk and chair. The desk and floor are littered with papers, food and drink containers, magazines, and a CD player. He has an electric guitar (which, like Tim's, we never see him play) and a large speaker, partially buried under a soda can and baseball cap. There's only one poster of a model now; instead the other posters are of Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Red Tornado, and maybe a band? Also a smiley face picture and the phrase "Step off!" (maybe a reference I don't get).

All very characteristic. Like Tim, he seems to be very into music. They're both messy, but he's messier and apparently eats in his room more often than Tim seems to. Who's to stop him? This room is the most privacy he ever gets.

Also note that probably most of his possessions are likely to be things he has bought himself from whatever allowance he's given from merch earnings and the salary Cadmus (hopefully) pays him. After all, he has no family to receive birthday and holiday gifts from.

(Superboy 1994 #68)

An new artist gives a different view of his room (and the dialogue demonstrates the difference between Kesel's Kon and Joe Kelly's Edgier take on the character).

The décor is entirely blue, very similar to what we've seen in Tim's room. He has a bed with a built-in shelf headboard and nightstands, as well as a shallow step around the perimeter of the mattress. He has a few books, a comic, various video game systems, a toy robot, some kind of gauntlet thing, loose papers, a teddy bear, abandoned slices of pizza, a phone, a lamp, a Pokemon ball, a CD player and lots of CDs, and a Superman alarm clock. His posters are of Final Fantasy XX (not a real thing!) and Nine Inch Nails, the same as Tim. There also seems to be at least one small drawing, which might be his work.

Notice how the posters have evolved! Music is clearly a big deal for him, along with video games. The Superman alarm clock is a suitable symbol of responsibility. I have no idea whether someone gave him that bear or he bought it himself, but I love that he has one item that is a child's possession, not so much a teenager's. He is, after all, technically very young. Despite all efforts of this artist to visually age him up a little.

(Superboy 1994 #83)

(Superboy 1994 #86)

After he moves to the Kents' farm, we get to see his room there when Cassandra Cain stops by to visit. It's probable that this is Clark's old room. The furniture might have been his, and so might the high school poster and pennants and books. But everything else is very Kon. He's got a TV, video game systems, a computer, and a CD player with headphones. Scattered about are a baseball bat, crumpled papers, books, a pen, a baseball cap, shoes and laundry, magazines, a baseball, CDs, an unidentified bottle, and a framed photo. The posters are of Wonder Woman, bands, video games, and a model (labeled as Cindy...Crawford, perhaps?).

Notably absent is food and drink (aside from the bottle). He's got parents now, and Martha Kent probably does not allow eating in bedrooms!

This is probably the warmest and most youthful of his rooms, a very different feel from his Cadmus quarters.

(Batgirl 2000 #41)

Bart

I ran out of room to share this panel, but the earliest living quarters we see for Bart are in Impulse #1, where there's a flashback to Iris rescuing him from the lab where he is being kept in VR. She is sitting and hugging him in a room where there appears to be only a bed. Bart owned nothing in the 30th century, but he will more than make up for it after moving in with Max.

His first room is in Max's house. Its most striking feature is the loft bed that has room for a mattress and extra living space on top, along with built-in bookcases, a desk, and a dresser. Max could just as well have provided him with an ordinary bed, but instead he gives him something unusual and fun. Was the bed purchased from a store? Or was it custom-built (perhaps by Max himself)? We don't know.

Bart has a lot of stuff for someone who at this point has probably only been in the 20th century for several months. Max and very likely Bart's family too have been very generous.

In the bookcases over the bed, there are egg-shaped objects (footballs? something else?), boxes, books, various containers, and sunglasses. The bookcase near the door includes a speaker, more books, binoculars, baseballs, a slingshot, a helmet, a baseball glove, boots, and other items I can't precisely identify. On the floor are a novelty lamp, a mop, and a skateboard. On the desk are books, a billiard ball, another lamp, and a framed photo (Iris? Linda?). There's a trash can by the door. Hanging up are a poster of what appears to be Cookie Monster, a Manchester street sign, another poster (of a girl? the only time we see anything like this in Bart's room--it becomes a mirror in later issues), and some sticky notes. The walls are blue, and he has a Star Wars bedspread that never shows up again.

(Impulse #12)

Here the bedspread is raspberry. Up on the loft are a tennis ball, magazines and books, an alarm clock, a boot, and some crumpled trash. There's a window with white curtains opposite the bed and a blue rug with raspberry trim on the floor. The room itself is quite narrow, which justifies the need for the space-saving loft bed. Hanging on the wall are a basketball hoop, a poster of a bird, and a Route 66 sign. Scattered on the floor are books, a baseball bat and ball, a box of cereal, a boot, CDs, laundry, a tennis shoe (three shoes and none of them match!), a Gameboy, a rolled-up paper, playing cards, a video game controller, a newspaper with the headline "Mars Attacks," a small trampoline, some electronics, a flashlight, a golf club, a skateboard, a baseball cap, a soccer ball, and a baseball beanbag chair, along with some other things I couldn't identify.

Tim is messy, Kon is messier, but Bart is messier than both of them put together! Note the prevalence of baseball-related items, which is surprising considering that he will play baseball for the first time two issues later in #20.

(Impulse #18)

Bart and Max eventually move into Max's daughter Helen's house, where they remain for most of the series. The design of Bart's new room becomes inconsistent from here on. The glimpse we get of it here shows an ordinary bed with a yellow bedspread. The walls are blue because heaven forbid a boy's room be any other color. The signs on the door--the Superman poster, "Bart's room," and "No Max Allowed!"--are one of the few details that will remain consistent later.

(Impulse #44)

A closer look shows that he still does not have the loft bed. The poster of the Flash and "Man...or Astroman?" are new. The floor is littered with laundry, shoes, a video game system, a baseball, magazines, books, a cup, and a robot toy. His tastes haven't really changed since the move.

(Impulse #46)

A different artist makes the room wood-paneled, with Superman and Flash posters, a bookcase, and a Birmingham pennant. Still no loft bed! His room never looks like this again.

(Impulse #50)

A few issues later, the room changes again. The floors are hardwood instead of carpeted, the walls are grey/beige, and the loft bed makes a triumphant comeback with some modifications. Maybe it took them a while to reassemble it in the new room.

The amount of stuff in this room (which is much larger than the room in Max's house) is staggering. We've seen the posters and the basketball hoop before. The beanbag is now blue. So is the bedspread. As for everything else, it includes but is not limited to:

a mouse cage on the dresser covered in cloths, a tube of toothpaste, a baseball, and a contain with a Batman logo

a lot of laundry

a cereal box and scattered bits of food

a video tape

a piece of wood...?

a basketball

a keyboard (which we've never seen him play)

a "Home Bungee Jumping Kit"

a game controller

a pneumatic tube from a bank?

a fast food cup

a dart gun and darts

a skateboard

playing cards

snacks

school books

a flashlight

a stuffed monster holding a hockey puck and covered in darts

an action figure (from Star Trek?)

board games including Candy Land and Monopoly

an electronic thing with a screen and antenna--a small TV maybe?

an acoustic guitar with broken strings (which he does know how to play)

a booklet on "How to build a flying machine from vacuum parts!" along with the vacuum and flying machine

a golf club

a box of blocks

a baseball, glove, and bat

a Visitor's Guide to Rocket City, Alabama

a checker/chess board

a model rocket

a Batman mask

a photo album

a car tire

a sled with the name "Rosebud"

These items reflect a wide variety of interests and distractions that he has flitted among.

(Impulse #56)

Another artist simplifies the room and returns to the regular bed.

(Impulse #58)

But it returns to its former state later on, with some recognizable features. The baseball beanbag chair, the rug (which has changed color, along with the now teal bedspread), the Monopoly game, the small trampoline. The walls are blue again. He has two Afterlife Avenger posters (his favorite comic book hero). There's a TV connected to a VCR and multiple video game systems on the loft. Scattered around are a baseball bat, a mostly eaten pizza, discs and cartridges, a basketball, comics, a Pokemon ball, laundry, marbles, the folded drawing Carol gave him, her necklace, and a diary.

Bart doesn't seem the sort to keep a diary, but Carol did refer to keeping her drawing of him safe in her diary after having to rescue it from his room. Could this be her diary that he has somehow got hold of and is keeping as a means of keeping her close now that she can't see him again?

Also note that the signs that were formerly on his door are gone and have been replaced by an orange sign simply saying "Bart's room." The absence of "No Max Allowed," which was last seen around the time of the Mercury Falling arc, suggests a change in their relationship.

(Impulse #76)

Shortly after this, Bart undergoes further horrors and sinks into depression. And his room is eerily tidy and uncluttered. What happened? Does it hurt too much to look at everything he used to get enjoyment out of, so he has put it all away?

(Impulse #78)

Whatever the case, the last time we see this room, it's full of packing boxes because Bart is having to move in with the Garricks. The loft bed hasn't been dismantled, so it might be staying at Helen's house. We do not get to see his room at the Garricks' place.

It's also worth mentioning that the room also changes while Thad lives there and it becomes his personal space. Almost all of Bart's belongings have been put away, except for anything hanging on the wall, the mouse cage on the dresser, desk supplies, and a framed photo of Bart with Max and Helen. The photo is absent while Thad is using the desk, probably because he didn't want to look at it!

Thad was raised in a computer-filled lair with no personal possessions or décor of any kind, so the clutter in Bart's room was probably annoying him enough to make him want to get it all out of sight. He wouldn't be used to living in such an environment, and he clearly prefers to function in practically spartan conditions. Other than tidying up, he makes no changes to the contents of the room to reflect his own tastes (reasonable, since he's playing a part).

(Impulse #63)

Carol's comment about not knowing about this desk is apt--we haven't seen it before, and it seems redundant with the desk under the loft bed.

(Impulse #65)

[backwaterheroics]

"Wanna make out?" — Kunsel, deadpan.

bro, you do not have nearly enough FP ☆ @vctlan & @sentmail

He has these dreams. And not always when he's asleep--so from one waking moment to the next, he is someone else - the scenery has shifted, and he is no longer in control. Do you remember the picture that we took? He is absent from himself and his limbs are numb, fingers tingling, vision blurred around the edges and tinged a ghostly blue, a sickly green. Static clings in his ears, a never-ending crescendo buzzing and buzzing and buzzing.

Sometimes he sees himself as he was, a little gangling spitfire or a half-built ghost, a puppet. Sometimes he knows it's all fabrication. It's been getting easier to tell the difference, between one cracked and precious memory and the little tabloid fragments of what the little toy soldier in his past used to paint a picture of their life. Sometimes it's something else, a monster under the bed in the dead of night. Bones in a closet, rattling and moaning and crying. How can there be any meaning in the memory of such a being?

This one is in the middle. It's a magazine cutout and an encyclopedia entry. It's having his hair ruffled and an arm slung around his neck to bring him and a real SOLDIER closer together. It's C'mon, guys! Kiss and make up! I am not having my two best friends fight all day. In this house, we love and respect each other, alright? He would do anything for that arm around him again, anything for that voice to be real.

Caraças, that's so corny, why'd you have to say it like that? but he agrees. It's Zack, it's always Zack.

And he's small and weak and neither of them should even be giving him the time of day, but he's not a coward.

His lips taste like cocoa and ash.

Cloud wonders if he remembers that. Cloud can't even say any of it is even real. So much of before is lost to him, he relies on other people and their accounts to make sense of his own. So the stolen moments, the private ones.. they've all been washed away in the tides.

Things that aren't his get shoved in boxes, tucked away and meant to be forgotten. He has no right, especially if they're real. He'll never know if they are. Parts of him now never see the light of day, and he is too scared to expose any of it to someone else. In case it is real. Because then—-Then.... Not even given a number.

Sometimes it's the feel of a sword twice his weight and heavy in his hand, but light in the air and power rushing through his veins. Other times it's a weightless drift of motion for moments known only by sense memory. In waking moments, he knows he's never been there. He's never seen this or that, never done such and such thing.

Well—-he hasn't, right?

He wasn't a SOLDIER. So how could he know the exact layout of the SOLDIER floors in the Midgar ShinRa tower? Why can he remember an alcove in between the junction of some junk offices and meeting halls, where he pressed a body high and hard against a glass window? Muscled thighs tight against his waist, muddy boots hitting his back. Rough, cocoa lips and the light waft of blood because missions were never perfect. A frantic rush of relief leading to hearts finally finding a steady rhythm, equilibrium in the push and pull of there and back.

Coming down from that manic high, the relief. Leaning against each other, happy in that momentary safety. Kunsel's forehead pressed to his collarbones, arms hanging low and draped about his hips, his helmet clanking against his ankle.

Then the flashes fade and Cloud can't shove this one in a box right away. He's still feeling even though he shouldn't, like he's not supposed to. You have no right—! The pressure of Kunsel all around him. The feeling of security.

He wishes, maybe. He wants that too, those feelings. All of a sudden, he can't remember the last time he felt like that, like he was being sheltered, safeguarded. But that's just his problem, isn't it? Remembering.

He forgets. He forgets a lot. He tries to remember. Leaves himself notes. Keeps dutiful logs and excuses it all away by saying he just likes to be organized. It's nice to run a self-composed delivery company. No one can tell him what to do or how to do it, and he never really needs to make excuses for writing so many things down.

But here they are, circled back to a similar orbit and this time there's no one there to knock their heads together and force them to get along. What kind of question--?! Kunsel is going way off script, off road and not even on any kind of designated trail. Or, maybe he's just messing with him — but they don't operate like that with each other either. At least, Cloud didn't think they did. None of his notes have ever said they did.

And, well — Cloud doesn't mind kissing his friends. A bit of affection here and there never hurt anybody, but he and Kunsel are not friends. He's not even sure if they've even approached that sort of territory. Completely off grid!

"Y'ain't my type," he mutters. But he knows exactly how their lips would slot together, how his hands would feel about his face or on his shoulders, through his hair. He has to clear his throat before he can talk again, not quite able to look Kunsel in the eye anymore, arms crossed over his chest. The bar fan overhead creaks in its lazy rotations. "Didn't think I was yours, neither."

[grandmaster-anne]

Princess Anne’s Country Life guest edit: The inside story of putting together a magazine with The Princess Royal

Country Life | Published 29 July 2020

Paula was the Co-ordinating Editor of the special issue, which was guest-edited by The Princess to mark her forthcoming 70th birthday — a 172-page edition of the magazine highlighting The Princess’s deep love for and thorough understanding of the countryside and those who live and work in it.

‘Working with a small team from The Princess’s office at Buckingham Palace, we overcame the challenges of working from home across the country due to the Coronavirus pandemic to pull together an eclectic edition that truly reflects the issues and the country people that The Princess holds dear,’ says Paula, who compiled the magazine from her kitchen table in Dorset.

‘Working to a list of features supplied by The Princess in February, we quickly marshalled our best writers and photographers to write about and photograph all the subjects requested, while adhering to social distancing rules,’ Paula continues.

‘This involved commissioning one of the very best Scotland-based gardens photographers to illustrate a beautiful, but far-flung garden, surrounding the Ruuval lighthouse on Islay, plus our Picture Editor, Lucy Ford, organising lots of individual open air photo shoots with The Princess’s nominated champions of the countryside.’

The magazine’s Deputy Editor Kate Green and freelance photographer Sarah Farnsworth were also delighted to be invited to The Princess’s home at Gatcombe Park in Gloucestershire, to illustrate her dedication to organic farming and rare breeds.

Once all the words and pictures were ready, the work of putting together the pages could began.

‘Once we’d gathered all articles and images, our talented design team — led by our Art Editor, Emma Earnshaw — set to work creating a series of eye-catching layouts, which were then expertly fitted by our Chief Sub-Editor, Octavia Pollock’ Paula continues. ‘It was a massive effort on behalf of the entire team, including our Photographic Library Manager, Melanie Bryan, who met me just off the A303 to hand over the page proofs ahead of our meeting with The Princess.

‘Having sent nigh on 1,000 emails and made countless telephone calls, we are really proud of the edition and the way it reflects The Princess’s commitment to the countryside and more than 300 patronages,’ enthuses Paula, who, along with Country Life’s Editor-in-Chief Mark Hedges met The Princess at Gatcombe in mid-July to go through the final page proofs.

The issue also includes a 2,000-word leader article, which The Princess wrote on her own iPad, in which she credits her parents for instilling her appreciation of Nature — ‘Both my parents had a love and understanding of the natural world through their own experiences’ — and explains how fortunate she feels to have spent ‘most of my life in the countryside’.

Mark Hedges concludes: ‘It was an absolute delight to have The Princess Royal as our guest editor. Her passion for the countryside shines through with every feature, combined with her concerns that the right action is taken to safeguard the rural way of life for future generations, from providing affordable housing to dealing with fly tipping. We do hope our special edition makes a very fitting 70th birthday present.’

[persistentplums]

Maybe I have Sydney brainrot so strong but the idea that Syd is a fangirl, or like easily into Carmy feels so bad to me. She’s a woman in a field where talking to people like they’re shit is normalized by older chefs, where yelling is okay, and it’s toxic as hell. Idk I feel like she respects Carmy but she looks at him coming to Chicago/The Beef as an opportunity. Also she kinda sees him as Every other Asshole she had to work for when she talks to Marcus. But I’ll get back to that.

Like think abt it, she probably knows ppl (school gc, friends from school or work) who if they heard Carmen Berzatto is in your area, yes the guy who has awards and is known world wide ppl would be running to get an opportunity to start something with him. It’s a play, and Sydney sees it but also it’s *her* city. Like Richie she knows her city, and knows what it’s like to see ppl come in to just get successful without keeping the culture intact. Fuck em, she’ll get there first and keep it true to what it is in its core.

She has been to The Beef, maybe not as often as she claimed but it’s true. What she probably didn’t say is how she failed at her own business and wants to be somewhere that could work. And with his name how can it not? He knows what he’s doing right?

Cue the mess of the show, but she respects him. It’s that level of okay you’re trying something, I’ll do it. She even says to him this won’t work if you don’t listen and work with me. But when she leaves and eats with Marcus she doesn’t even think he would apologize. Just do that nod thing or vaguely acknowledge a wrong. It’s why that scene when Marcus comes back and Carmy apologizes is so important. Sydney isn’t a fangirl but she is someone who only knows Carmy through magazines and papers. she knows he’s a great chef, but she’s met tons of great chefs, the only reason Carmy stands out to her is bc of that time in New York. Through his food she went “yeah this is what I want to give ppl”.

Basically what I’m getting at is, everyone in their passion have someone that inspires them the most but because of multiple things you realize you are still vastly different people with different personalities and life and struggles. Sydney isn’t soft she’s still a black woman who had to pay her way through CIA, who didn’t grow up eating at all these nice places so she had to work for her money and then pay for it. Who’s been disrespected and yelled at like all other chefs, she isn’t green she is flawed. And she sure as hell isn’t a blushing at Carmy who in her eyes is like every other chef, but the last episode changes that.

Sydney Adamu is tired, and has been waiting so long to become the chef she KNOWS she is. She ain’t a fangirl, she’s been put in a box not allowed to get out so her impatience is evident. She’s hungry, the type a newbie is because her passion never went out. It’s why her failed catering haunts her it’s proof the people in her life was right. But in the end, when Carmy is standing in cans of tomatoes and talks about the layout of family it clicks. oh he’s the one that sees her, and she sees him more as a person. The last episode is the moment it hits her, Carmy isn’t like the other chefs in her life, now this is the real deal.

So I beg pls stop writing her as Carmy blushing love interest when tbr Carmy is the one in that spot. Because Sydney will put her feelings in a box and put it on a shelf and keep it moving, Carmy though? He will put his feelings in a box, then trip over it, look at it mortified, try to kick the feelings back in with mild success. He would fall for her first, and she would just not open hers until they stopped working together. Or if something else happened.

[dantes-art]

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[runawaycarouselhorse]

was winx club censored too?

To preface, I am not the best person to ask because I was too tomboyish for Winx Club and I was not a fan growing up [the outfits put me off], so this is me having to look things up. ^o^; BUT, I gave it my best shot and now I have answers for you!

[This ask is following up on this post about W.I.T.C.H., most likely.]

Before looking it up, I was pretty sure Winx Club was not censored, because I have very vague memories of seeing it as is, because the art style is super-stylized and simplistic (with W.I.T.C.H., it's detailed and you can see the lines of their pelvic bones, etc.), but I'm pretty sure Winx Club simply wasn't picked up by the same group.

From the looks of things, no Arabic translation of the magazines for Winx Club even exists!

W.I.T.C.H.'s comics were not actually handled by anyone affiliated with the Syrian-based Space Toon, apparently, it was an Emirati company that translated the comics and censored them, which... actually makes sense, because Space Toon never aired the cartoon. Back then, Space Toon did not have the digital editing know-how to subtly recolour or edit outfits like they can now. Shows used to get a lot of random cuts or repeated scenes to avoid very short skirts, etc., nowadays, it's just slap-some-tights/long-socks-on-characters, presto!

Winx Club simply never got an Arabic translation for the comics, it seems. I'm googling and finding nothing, even found a cute (very dated, somewhat eye strain-inducing [the bright green and orange layout...]) fan forum dedicated to Winx Club and the fans are just sharing links to pictures of comics in western languages--it seems we never got it translated!

It gets interesting when you move onto the animated adaptations. Winx was dubbed by two completely different two companies!

Seasons 1-3 were dubbed by the Lebanon-based company, Ar-Riham (they also dubbed two movies, apparently!) without any censorship, as it was straight-to-DVD, with multiple audio tracks, so no cuts, while the fourth season was dubbed by the Syria-based Tanweer Studios.

Tanweer Studios, which dubbed the fourth season, dubbed it for airing on TV and MBC 3 insisted on no romance and no kissing, and edited out nudity in the transformation sequences it seems!

Get this, for the animated adaptation of W.I.T.C.H., it was dubbed by the same second group (Tanweer Studios) that covered season 4 of Winx Club. (No censorship of the outfits in the animated version, Arabic dubbing companies simply did not have the technical know-how for that back then + honestly, they're already toned down/less detailed/don't ride as low as the comics...)

(Had to use the fandom wiki, bear with me!)

Even the Arabic Wikipedia article on Winx Club does not mention anything about an Arabic translation for the magazines, although it does talk about the development and how the show came to be, and lists information on both Arabic dubbing companies and lists casts...

Not all Arabic dubs and translations censor like I mentioned earlier, it's Venus Centre (which dubs for Space Toon) that holds very high standards and is super careful about making shows developmentally age appropriate backed by child development experts (which is why their shows for little kids strip away nearly all romance and it can get goofy because they'll sometimes pull an accidental incest by turning couples into siblings that'd just be really weird if visually you can recognize it ends in a wedding?! I don't think they do things that awkwardly anymore, but--they only keep romance in shows for teens and there, the words boyfriend/girlfriend get replaced with fiance/fiancee since Muslims don't date--that's it, though, otherwise, their dubs are very, very high quality in terms of translation and voice acting, etc.) and inoffensive to a Muslim majority audience (so you get very amusingly transparent alcohol cover-ups, adults can tell it's alcohol, but little kids might buy the "juice" excuse, but characters are still red-faced and stumbling/angry/sleepy/what-have-you.)

The Arabic dubs that air on MBC3 and the like are generally less uncensored, but have... variable quality voice acting, some decent, others very wooden and dry, or are dubbed in a specific dialect rather than pure classical Arabic like Venus Centre, so it might not be as easy and universal for Arabic-speakers to understand.

I honestly had no idea MBC 3 had a no romance rule, this might be something that was true in the past! I can totally believe the no kissing rule because Khaleeji/Arabic Gulf Arabic shows even for adults do not show kissing.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Eusebeia (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Mrs. Goody Two-Shoes by Dione

Bea by the others

Age- 33 (immortal)

Location- Ioannina, Olympius

Personality- She's a very conservative pious woman who stands true in her values & beliefs. There's nothing more important to her like the reverance, respect, and prayers to the deities of the pantheon. She's single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of piety, loyalty, duty, & filial respect, her other powers/abilities include being able to manipulate Celestial Bronze, chastity inducement, limited photokinesis, cleanliness inducement, and being able to manipulate the feeling of loyalty in a person & others.

Bea lives in a recently refurbished stone castle in the state of Ioannina. All of the doors are built out of Celestial Bronze. Inside, there's an abundance of silk curtains with the walls painted in cool neutral shades of beige, cream, eggshell, taupe, and powder blue. The interior design is very minimalist & contemporary with many marble, ivory, and stone temple statuettes serve as decorations. Bea has pets like a few cats & dogs as well as a pegasus- a boy named Blanco. He's usually her mode of transportation.

She rarely drinks alcohol though she will indulge herself with a single glass of champagne or white wine every once in a while. Go to drinks for her include coconut water, fruit infused sparkling water, mango juice, & batido de trigo. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean is a large iced green tea and an olympian sized iced vanilla chai tea latte.

Bea's morning routine includes a jog around her neighborhood, a session of tai chi, followed by a steaming hot shower.

She dresses in a conservative fashion style (neutral colors, clothing not too tight, short, or low-cut). She's a fan of minimalist jewelry and soft & subtle make-up. Bea doesn't like high heels for many reasons, the main one being it's impracticality. She won't go higher than kitten heels & she's fond of stylish flats.

Breakfast is her favorite meal of the day. Many of the dishes she makes include scrambled eggs (added with scallions, tomatoes, and onions), ladenia, rizogalo, and a pork-plantain hash (added with spicy sausages).

She goes to church quite often and is a big donator!

Bea dislikes media (art, books, music, television, and movies) that contain an overabundance of explicit material- like coarse language, nudity, & sexual content).

She keeps her nails short, neat, and manicured. She's not opposed to wearing polish, but only in soft colors. She is a fan of Olmorfia's nail polish with her favorite shades being "glacier rose" (a light shimmery iridescent pink), "whipped cashmere" (a soft baby pink), "infinite sun-ner" (a caramel brown), and "mined over matter" (an earthy creamy mauve).

Her favorite dessert is the angel's food cake from Hollyhock's Bakery. She also likes the creme brulee from Aphrodite's patisserie and the frozen vanilla custard from The Frozen Spoon. Bea's also known in the pantheon for her sweet & delicious cucurucho!

Her main job/responsibility is overseeing the construction of all the temples built in the honor of the gods in the pantheon. She also oversees the construction of the country's churches. A notable achievement for Bea was coming up with the layout for Hera's temple that was to be built in Samos. The design included slimmer white columns garlanded with pomegranates & flowers with the walls being carved with images of one of her divine symbols- the peacock. For other work, she writes for O Dianooumenos and Vital Essence magazine. Bea also models for/endorses Glory's Crown (loves the argan oil/biotin repair & restore smoothing shampoo and conditioner), Euryphaessa, White Lily Gallery, Sunshine Radiance (loves the vitamin c brightening peel), Cleanstream, & LipCalm. She also works closely with The Litae.

Bea's personal business is her charity organization called The Pietas Foundation. Other works currently in development is a dating app specifically catered towards celibate & conservative folks with marriage being the goal and a possible tv network focused on faith based, conservative, & family oriented content.

She likes the medianoche sandwich (lightly toasted) from The Bread Box.

A favorite snack of hers are lightly salted plantain chips!

She holds fast in her views and opinions (believing that sex should be between a married couple, heteronormativity, daily prayers & offerings to the gods, etc...). Bea believes in the conservative pious lifestyle with traditional family values. She doesn't disrespect others with "differing lifestyles" & she's always open to having discussions with people who don't share her views.

Her best friend in the entire pantheon is Pistis (goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith). They call each other "sister" and she supported Pistis during the whole drama involving her sister's wedding. Bea's also friends with Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Aeschyne (goddess of modesty & honor), Themis (Titaness of justice), Eváeros (goddess of air & the zodiacs), Apheleia (goddess of simplicity) Praxidike (goddess of judicial punishment), Soteria (goddess of safety), Eunostos (goddess of the flour mill), Promylaia, Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness), Elpis (goddess of hope), & Peitharchia (goddess of obedience & discipline). She's also suprisingly friends with the twins Penia (goddess of poverty) and Ptocheia (goddess of beggary).

She dislikes, but won't openly disrespect Kakia (goddess of vice & moral wrongdoing), Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride), Dione, Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection), and especially Dyssebeia (goddess of ungodliness & impiety)- among others.

A birthday gift from Pistis was a gorgeous jeweled hair clip from Diamond Ave. It cost 2,000 drachmas!

She's celibate (also a virgin) and plans to stay that way until she falls in love and gets married. Bea has her whole wedding planned in her journal! In her journal she also wrote about a time she was tempted to break her promise when she was propositioned by Priapus (god of fertility, vegetable gardens, livestock, sexuality, & masculinity).

In her free time Bea enjoys jogging, swimming, reading (is a fan of literary fiction), knitting, sewing, cooking, yoga, sailing (owns a sailboat), tennis, and pottery.

Some of her favorite dishes include platillo moros y cristiano with bistec de palomolla, ropa vieja, moussaka, dakos, and pastitsio.

"Each step following a vice ultimately leads to damnation."

[everystephoftheway]

camp cloudtop: chapter five

This chapter’s kinda short, but next chapter we’ll finally meet the campers!!

This can be found on ao3 as well.  

By the end of the afternoon, between the pool activities and the round of kickball in the grass field immediately afterwards, Keyleth was absolutely beat. Her shoulders were heavy, hair matted down and damp, a surely smelly mix of chlorine and sweat. A round of yoga and a shower was definitely needed once she got home.

She waved goodbye to all her new counselor acquaintances as the group headed to the parking lot; some drove cars, some used the teleportation circle set up right by the flagpole, and some simply walked or used public transportation. Keyleth lingered back, finding a seat on a bench near the reception desk, happy to let the weight of her crossbody bag rest on the seat and not on her shoulder. Her fingers fiddled in her lap, eyes occasionally glancing up to see how empty the parking lot had become.

“Keyleth?” 

She popped her head up to find Vax approaching, a towel over his shoulder to keep his damp hair off his clothes. Vex and Percy lingered behind him–Wait, are they holding hands?

“Are you waiting for a ride?” 

Keyleth straightened herself–she hadn’t even realized she had leaned over to try and get a better view of the potential hand holding–and focused on Vax who was now standing right in front of her.

“Oh, no, no. I have a ride; I’m, um–I just need to talk to Gilmore about something, and he’s in a meeting, so…Yeah.” 

Vax’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly, and she watched as his soft, neutral expression briefly flashed disappointment. “Oh…Alright, well–”

“It’s not about you!” she blurted out. “I’m not–it’s not–I just moved to a new apartment, so I just want to make sure he has all the right information for payment stuff.” 

“Oh. Right, of course.” Vax’s expression settled and he smiled down at her just as Vex called his name behind him, holding the front door open. “Well, I hope Gilmore doesn’t keep you waiting too long. See you tomorrow?” 

Keyleth smiled back. “Yeah. See you tomorrow.” She leaned to the side again. “Bye Vex. Bye Percy.”

Percy gave a polite wave back while Vex’s wave seemed more out of obligation than nicety. Well, at least she didn’t ignore me.

After another ten minutes of waiting, the parking lot was empty except for a couple lingering cars; she presumed they were owned by administration, people who were going to be here a while. She stood up from the bench and finally walked outside, moving parallel from the parking lot until she reached a large tree against the side of the building.

“Hi tree,” she spoke softly. “If you don’t mind…” Her hand reached up to clutch a green stone pendant hanging from her neck on a silver chain. She closed her eyes, muttered an incantation just loud enough for the tree to hear, and opened her eyes to the bright green light of a portal stretching the base of the tree open. 

“Thank you.” She stepped inside, and when she stepped out she was in the backyard of her apartment building in the Central District of Emon. The portal closed behind her, and she made her way into the building, climbing the four flights of stairs to her little studio apartment.

The layout was long and thin, the kitchen near the front door stocked with a small U of countertops, a four-burner stove, and a not quite standard size fridge. A small two-person table was nestled behind the counter against the wall of exposed brick, only inches from a well used loveseat she thrifted her first weekend in town. Instead of a television, Keyleth furnished her living room with an impressive bookcase, stacked high with varying books, magazines, and whatever other reading material she’d gathered. An old but beautiful wooden room divider with lacy carvings separated the living space from the full bed pressed against the almost floor to ceiling windows, a tall dresser across from the bed. The window sill was stacked with as many plants as Keyleth could fit, and some even flooded out onto the fire escape. Across from the wooden divider was a small bathroom, just large enough to fit a sink, toilet, and the skinniest tub/shower combo Keyleth had ever seen. 

It wasn’t impressive, and it may not have been what her father would have wanted her to pick when they searched for apartments together, but it was perfect for her.

She dropped her bag onto the kitchen counter, taking out her wet clothes to hang on the fire escape to dry. Keyleth’s sending stone started to buzz on the coffee table, and she could only laugh as it glowed green. She went over and pressed her hand to it.

“You’re not tracking me, right? How did you know I just got home?”

“Lucky timing, I suppose.” Her father's warm voice filled the apartment. “ How are you, Keyleth?” 

“Tired. It was a long day.”

“A good long day?”

Keyleth thought for a moment, glancing out the window at the slowly setting sun, before nodding to herself. “Yeah. Yeah, it was good.”