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[floretspell]

lenel

bachiangest (general) term

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[llovelymoonn]

on hope

alice hoffman practical magic \\ anna badkhen to see beyond: a hoping in three pictures \\ lenelle moïse haiti glass: "the children of immigrants" \\ clementine von radics \\ denise levertov for the new year 1981 (via @petaltexturedskies) \\ franz wright earlier poems: "voice" (via @luthienne) \\ linda hogan ancient root

kofi

[jo-harrington]

Standard Operating Procedures 1.04 (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The summer is ending, school is about to start, the seasons are changing...and so are things between you and Eddie.

Previous Part: Corrective Action

Warnings/Themes: AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins. Reader works at the Claire's at StarCourt. Eddie works at TapeWorld. Mutual Pining and Slow Burn, Fluff, Food/Eating, Talks about the Future, Romantic Tension/Sexual Tension

You can find my masterlist here for more featuring our resident Store Manager and all of my other writing.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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Eddie had always had a sweet tooth.

His mom swore, up and down, that her only craving had been for Zebra Cakes when she was pregnant with him.

His favorite food as a baby had been mashed peaches.

And now he was sure his body was chemically composed of more Dr. Pepper than water.

So it should have been no big surprise that he was so attracted to you.

Ahem.

So it should have been no big surprise that he would have planned a snack cake taste test extravaganza for your usual Sunday Not-a-Date Date.

You'd revealed early on that your grandparents were both "in the sugar business."

"My grandpa," you told him once as you walked through the mall window shopping on your lunch. "Worked the chocolate chip line at the Maurice Lenell bakery."

"Are those the fancy cookie tins--"

"That they sell at Christmas? Yes."

"Wayne always gets one with his holiday bonus," Eddie reminisced. "The pinwheel ones with the red sugar on the outside are my favorite."

"And my grandma worked at the Hostess factory," you continued. "She always always brought home boxes of rejects. I probably would have been too shy to make friends at school if they hadn't flocked to me for baked goods."

Because of this though, you had never fraternized with the enemy, as Eddie so dramatically put it: Little Debbie.

"And now," his gaze turned dark and mischievous as he threw open the doors to the van. "You shall feel the full power of the dark side."

He outdid himself, truly.

Piles of snack cakes from the gas station, sorted into two neat little stacks, a little notebook for scorekeeping, and a 6-pack of Mountain Dew as a palette cleanser.

“You keep saying,” he said as you settled in amongst the pillows and blankets he’d set up in the back so you’d both have a cozy spot to snack. The radio was softly playing in the background. It was nice. “That you wanted to drink the water in the mall fountains. Did you know that Mountain Dew is the closest you’re gonna get?”

You’d both run garbage late one Wednesday night and thrown coins into the fountain on your way back to your stores. And that’s when you’d revealed your deepest darkest secret.

“Because they’ll both probably kill me in the end?” You joked.

“No, because Bromine is in both.”

“Ok nerd.” You snorted.

“Not…a nerd,” he shoved you as he plopped down beside you. “But I did this project for chemistry class last year. On Mountain Dew. And how it gets that color. And it’s also how they keep the fountain water clean. Or pool water? I can’t remember exactly right now.”

“Ok nerd.”

“I’m sorry,” he clutched his hand over his heart. “My lady wanted to taste only the finest of fountain water. And I deliver her the closest thing and am openly mocked? Twice?”

You stuck your tongue out at him and slapped his shoulder, then asked what the rubric was for the taste test.

And then you snacked til you made yourselves sick and did what you always did, balanced conversation and companionable silence.

That was a new thing. The silence.

Not for the two of you, but for Eddie.

He wasn't used to silence, he was used to loud music, noises and raucous laughter and adventure--real or fantasy--with his friends, but since the two of you started hanging out, he was getting used to the silence a little more. Enjoying it. Savoring it. Looking forward to it.

The anticipation of waiting for something wonderful--thoughts or observations or confessions--coming of your mouth made him feel warm inside.

Eddie had pondered your friendship earlier in the day as you'd run in to let him know you couldn't take lunch together.

"There's this crazy long piercing line and I'm just running to get a slice of pizza and then going back up. I'm so sorry, I'll see you after work ok?"

Your energy was frantic and your words faster than lightspeed, but your eyes were filled with concern and care for him. The little hitch of your eyebrows and the extra pause you took so you made sure that he understood that you weren't ditching him you just...couldn't do lunch and didn't want to leave him hanging.

Even when everything was falling apart around you, you cared to make sure he understood.

It was nice.

And it wasn't just you. But it was nicer when it was you.

He didn't get a lot of understanding like that. Especially not in Hawkins where his last name and his appearance caused everyone's hackles to raise a little. And even the people who did want him around...well it was hit or miss if they decided to stick around.

But since working at StarCourt, things had been different. He had a boss and coworkers who liked him, inside jokes with people who worked at other stores. He had you. He wasn't Eddie The Freak Munson. He was Eddie from TapeWorld. And Eddie from TapeWorld seemed to help people warm up to Eddie Munson.

What a weird concept. People wanting him around. Coming to StarCourt and being around people who accepted him and valued him...understood him. He'd only felt that way with Hellfire...and with Corroded Coffin.

People were good and people liked him. A sweeter treat than all the Hostess in the world.

It had been a few months now; a few months of an actual job, a consistent crush friend, and everything seeming to look up for him. Give or take a few minor hiccups but...he was feeling good.

And school was starting soon, maybe this would be the year the tide turned? No more waiting for the future to finally happen for him; he was making things happen for himself.

It might finally be his year...

"So," he leaned over, into your personal space, and fished a folded piece of paper from his back pocket. "Kyle gave me this thing yesterday."

"Oh yeah?" Your eyebrows raised in curiosity as you happily munched on a sugary treat.

He'd spiraled a little bit when he'd been handed the sheet. Three little words at the top.

Schedule Change Request.

Way back at the beginning of summer, after the initial shock that he'd gotten the job at TapeWorld, he figured he was just counting his days until he was fired and that the start of the school year would have been the final nail in the coffin if he made it that far.

Instead Kyle was...asking him to stay.

"I’m probably not gonna be able to give you as many hours with school,” he sighed. “Which is a real bummer. But I’ll put you on as much as I can."

"You're not kicking me out?" Eddie asked, shocked.

"What? Are you nuts? Ed, you're like...my best guy! I need you here. Selling those guitars, getting those sales bonuses. And because you're my buddy. So make sure you put your for-sure days off on there...you know I'm gonna forget.”

He explained it all to you, which led to you cackling loudly.

"Oh my God," you laughed. "Eddie!"

"What? I know it's silly."

"No, I'm not laughing because of that," you began. "My first position at Claire's had been a summer job too and I seriously thought that I was gonna get fired once school was back in session."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. And it's a real thing because no one tells you that you're done when summer's over. You're gonna see come Christmas, Kyle will have to hire seasonal associates--and hey, ok...seriously if Gareth or Dave come asking for a job...it might seem fun...but don't--and he'll have to make sure they have end dates on their paperwork otherwise it's a whole thing."

You went on and on about helping your old manager with paperwork and you'd forgotten to put an end date as you were filling everything out. And then someone's mom came to complain at the end of the season when their kid was let go.

"And she kept screaming and screaming. And that's why I have a strict parent policy at work. Even though I'm the reason that got so fucked up; trial by fire. Jen was pissed."

Eddie reached out and unwrapped your hand from the Sno-Ball that you had crushed as you told the story. He adored it when you got so animated, but the poor little pastry was now just a mess of crumbs and frosting and marshmallow goo on your fingers and now his as he plucked the half-destroyed treat from your grasp.

And the thing was...

The thing was, Eddie wasn't...he was decidedly not smooth. He was gross. He was a gross boy. He hacked loogies and did spit handshakes with the guys all the time. He had no five second rule when it came to food dropped on the floor; it was an optical inspection and then usually straight down the gullet.

He could be romantic and seductive if he wanted to be; he could charm the...ahem...pants off some people if the need arose. And he had.

But that wasn't this.

This was a caught up in the moment of having a good time with his friend and doing what he would have done if one of his buddies crushed a snack cake. He'd be his usual gross self and expect them to groan and screech and laugh at him. Boys will be boys and all.

This was a too little too late moment of realization as he, Eddie Munson, lacking the foresight of having napkins in the van for this little snack cake taste test since he usually wiped his honey-bun-icing slick hands on his jeans after he unhinged his jaw and shoved it in on mornings when he was running late, saw no other way to clean sweet frosting off your hand except to lick it off your thumb.

The van suddenly got smaller and hotter as his tongue traveled up the pad of your finger, over the ridge of each joint and to the center of your palm. His eyes traveled up to meet yours as he flicked the sweetness off of you, and his breath hitched when he saw the way your eyes widened.

How was he supposed to deal with this? How was he supposed to handle this epic potential fuck up right here? How was he supposed to stop his brain--and maybe some other parts of him--from wanting to take the hand that gently held your wrist and pull you closer so he could kiss the sugar from your lips and not just...

Lick it off your hand.

Jesus, he was an idiot.

Caught between a rock and a hard dick.

Hard place. Fuck.

But that was the conundrum right? Because Eddie did want to kiss you; he enjoyed kissing...a lot actually, and it would be...nice if all of these dates were actual dates so that he could just kiss you and squeeze you and all of the nice things that came with...having someone who liked you back. So he didn't have to shoot Kyle a dirty look every time he teased "have a nice lunch with your girlfriend" knowing fully well that it was exactly what Eddie wanted.

He'd heard the spiel many times when Kyle had come back from his own lunch and then stood over Eddie as the younger man unpacked shipments, and told him, flat out, hands on his hips "you just need to ask her out man I'm getting sick of this."

And the guys had teased him a bunch.

And Wayne kept asking when you were coming around again.

Well this could be it.

A horrible start to asking a girl out on a date but wouldn't that be a funny story, and Eddie really did like a funny story.

This is. This is the moment.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something and so did you. You both backed down from actually saying anything. Eddie's hand tightened on your wrist and he was sure he could feel your heart beating faster. And was that you leaning a little closer to him? And did your eyes look at his mouth as he licked over the seam of his lips really quickly for courage.

He opened his mouth again...

Courage. He could do it. This was gonna be his year, and you were gonna be his girl.

...and then slammed the broken remains of the SnoBall in.

Quite literally slammed, shoved, fingers flailing as he tried to smoosh the chocolate cake and pink-coated marshmallow and remnants of frosting inside.

He let go of your wrist and then backed away from you as far as he could.

Idiot.

You let out a nervous laugh and looked down at your messy hand. You tried to use a discarded wrapper to clean yourself up when Eddie just...pulled off the flannel that he'd layered on to help wipe you off instead.

Like he probably should have done in the first place.

You didn't say anything, just smiled gently at him, like you always did. Always patient. Always forgiving of his mistakes.

What had you even been talking about before?

Oh...right.

"Note to self," he muttered around the SnoBall. "Never becoming a manager."

Your eyes crinkled a little as your smile got bigger and you grabbed onto the front of his shirt and shook him a little.

"Save yourself!"

The rest of your evening went by unremarkably.

You both got too hyped up on sweets and Mountain Dew, ran a few circles around the van in the StarCourt parking lot, headbanging and screaming, after Eddie threw on a tape he said the two of you could dance to. Then to Dairy Queen where you soaked up all the sugar with chili cheese dogs.

An otherwise normal Sunday for the two of you.

Mishap forgotten.

Nerves forgotten.

Misplaced feelings...forgotten.

For now.

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Next Part: Standard Operating Procedures 1.05

[en8y]

bachiangest - bachia(tari) + ange(l) + (brim)st(one) (bachiatari is a japanese phrase meaning "deserving of divine retribution")

an umbrella term for identities centered around fallen angels, broken halos, burnt wings, one's descent into something darker, a chance for new beginnings, growing horns, one's wings healing and changing into something different, the smell of sulfur, feeling cheated or betrayed, and possibly the acceptance of needing to be evil and/or violent.

bachiangestity - equivalent to masculinity/femininity bachianine - equivalent to masculine/feminine lenel - an bachiangest person BACHANGiN - bachiangest-in-nature bachist - gender alignment cherisheol - (bachiangest4bachiangest; lenel4lenel) an bachiangest person being attracted to another bachiangest person. transbachiang - transitioning into bachiangestity bachian - a bachist gender

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian

[doll-elvis]

Hi! I am interested to know how Elvis smelled (what perfumes he used, etc.)

hello and thank you very much for the ask <3!!

and tbh if I ever had the privilege of meeting Elvis I would have gone in for a hug and buried my face into his neck just so I could take the deepest inhale, the man looked like he smelled good 😩

anyways- to begin with the colognes/perfumes he used, I've heard a few different brands named such as Old Spice, Lenel, and Canoe, but the most frequently mentioned is definitely Brut, which I've seen people describe as warm, spicy, woodsy, with hints of herbs like lavender as well. Overall a really classic and “masculine” kind of barber shop smell

“He didn’t smell, though, because he loaded up on deodorant and cologne—Brut” - ( quote taken from “Elvis and the Memphis Mafia” by Alanna Nash )

According to Ginger Alden, Elvis used a cologne called Zizanie in the late 1970s, which has also been described as warm, spicy, woodsy, and earthy, with patchouli and sandalwood as its main notes

“He used a cologne called Zizanie and Neutrogena face soap; even today, those scents make me think of him” - ( quote taken from “Elvis and Ginger” by Ginger Alden )

And here pictured below is Elvis’ personal bottle of Brut ⬇️

( photo taken from “Elvis by the Presleys” )

As for other hygiene products, Neutrogena, like Ginger mentioned, has been named as his preferred brand of soap all across the board

“If he was in the shower, he had me talk to him from outside the curtain as the steam wafted the scent of his Neutrogena soap into the bathroom around me” - ( quote taken from “A Little thing called Life ” by Linda Thompson )

Nancy Rooks, Elvis' maid at Graceland, also stated that he used Aqua Velvet aftershave lotion, Colgate toothpaste, and confirmed that Brut was his favorite cologne ⬇️

( quote taken from “Inside Graceland” by Nancy Rooks )

Just from reading a few reviews I've seen many people, like Nancy, say that they really didn't like Brut, so I'm curious if any of you guys happen to have a bottle and could say whether you liked it or not 👀

I've been so tempted to buy a bottle of Brut, but I'm honestly scared that I'll get it and then hate the smell 😩 ... because I got the perfume “White shoulders” after reading that Elvis liked it on girls (mainly in the 50s), and I've been trying to force myself to like it, but it's not working so far lmaoo

it smells like flowers and face powder but not in the best way 😭

( quote taken from “Elvis: This one’s for you” by Arlene Cogan )

[revenant-coining]

Deadgoreic

[pt: Deadgoreic /end pt]

[ids: a rectangular flag with 8 evenly-sized horizontal lines with a thicker one in the middle. colors in this order from top to bottom: dark dull brown, medium dull brown, medium warm grey, light red, pale yellow, light red, red, darkish red, dark red. in the center of the first flag is 2 dark red blood drops symbol outlined in pale yellow. /end ids]

[id: a rectangular flag with 8 evenly-sized horizontal lines with a thicker one in the middle. colors in this order from top to bottom: dark dull brown, medium dull brown, medium warm grey, black, pale yellow, black, light green-blue, blue, deep blue. /end ids]

[id: a rectangular flag with 8 evenly-sized horizontal lines with a thicker one in the middle. colors in this order from top to bottom: pale yellow, grey, darkish red, dark purple, pale yellow, dark purple, dull pink, orange, red. /end id]

Deadgoreic; a dead system subterm; a gender connected to being a dead gore/gored. this gender is connected to gore, gore aesthetics, & death aesthetics. it can also be connected to The End from The Magnus Archives, but doesn't have to be.

Deadmascic; a dead system subterm; a gender connected to being a masculine, masculine-aligned, masculine-adjacent, and/or masculine in nature (MIN) dead. this gender is connected to death aesthetics. it can also be connected to The End from The Magnus Archives, & masculinity aesthetics, but doesn't have to be.

Femmelenel; a fallen angel system subterm; a gender connected to being a femme fallen angel; this gender is connected to being femme, femme pride, angelic aesthetics, & dark angel aesthetics.

etymology; dead, gore/masc, “ic” meaning of or pertaining to; femme, lenel

tagging; @radiomogai, @thecoffeecrew404, @en8y

[id: a rosy-pink line divider. /end id]

[lboogie1906]

Lenell Geter (November 5, 1964) is an author and professional development coach who helps people to improve in areas of personal deficiency and to gain new knowledge, awareness, and insight for their careers. His experience taught him that you already possess the answer to unlock the problems that you face; however, he just wants to help you uncover their secrets.

In October 1982, he was an aerospace engineer at a firm in Greenville, Texas, and was arrested for the armed robbery of a fast food restaurant outside Dallas. Although nine of his coworkers testified that he was at work, 50 miles away, when the robbery occurred, he was convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment. He spent 16 months in maximum-security prisons before the efforts of his coworkers, the NAACP, his wife, and a “60 Minutes” broadcast led to his release and exoneration.

As public interest increased, popular television shows such as 60 Minutes, The Today Show, and Nightline aired his story. After he won his vindication, his story was featured on several major television networks, including CBS, NBC, and ABC.

On February 3, 1987, CBS aired “Guilty of Innocence: The Lenell Geter Story,” a major motion picture for television depicting the circumstances that led to Lenell’s wrongful incarceration. His victory was won out of faith in God, determination, and the strength of his principles of life. It wasn’t until he thought about the wealth of knowledge and wisdom that he possessed to change people’s lives that he found his true passion.

His passion is to help people discover their God-giving attitudes for success to enable individuals or families to lead successful lives. He works to equip churches, businesses, schools, and organizations to gain skills and proficiency to overcome, succeed, and prosper in areas that concern them.

He and his wife Marcia reside in South Carolina, where he serves as a deacon at Brookland Baptist Church. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[earthbaby-angelboy]

YALL. i’m so excited about this that i’m not gon do a fancy introduction!!

one of the colognes elvis wore, often in the 50s, was lenel for men. i have a bottle of it, and it’s absolutely delightful! the official notes aren’t written anywhere, but to me it smells like flowers with a classic cologne undertone and bit of baby powder!

now, i got a new bottle of perfume today: wild musk by coty. i never smelled it or anything, but it’s been around since 1972. figured it was worth a shot!

i opened the bottle, took a lil sniff, and immediately went “what does this smell like that i already own?”

…IT SMELLS LIKE THE FUCKING FEMININE VERSION OF ELVIS’ COLOGNE.

tldr; i’m gon make a post on all the colognes and perfumes related to elvis for my friends that also associate scent with memory <3

(tagging people i think would appreciate this or could give their two cents): @kiankiwi @mooodyblue @lookingforrainbows @alienelvisobsession @arianatheangel-girl @hooked-on-elvis

[melabea]

slimeboylenel! | slimeboyloner!

slimeboylenel; a fallen angel system (link) subterm; a gender connected to being a slimeboy fallen angel; this gender is connected to slimeboy aesthetics, angelic aesthetics, & dark angel aesthetics!

slimeboyloner; a loner system (link) subterm; a gender connected to being a slimeboy loner; this gender is connected to slimeboy aesthetics, loneliness, the fear of being abandoned, & lectinity!

for; cam!

etymology; slimeboy, lenel/loner

symbol source (link)

tagging; @radiomogai

[niuniente]

Ama looks like the daughter of Roger and Jessica Rabbit. I am looking at Ama respectfully. 👀

Oh wow, that's the nicest compliment!

I liked so much the CEO of the five star VIP strip club Lenell that I wished to design West side's leader and their right hand based on her.

[floretspell]

👁️ hi, I'm a nosey anon /lh — anyways, would there be anyway to get possibly a queue check? /Nf

ooo there is so much,, get ready for a long post lol:

astia flag

candel & lumin flags

enban, enby, joy, & xent flags

neu, neumel, xae, xaemel, xai, xaimel, xea, xeamel, xeu, xeumel, xo, & xomel flags

drotio flag

betreer flag

cynet flag

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ceuran, kou, & par flags

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ange flag

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citron, clemin, & gerine flags

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gal girl, gal guy, gal man, & gal woman flags

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[embossross]

2023 in books: non-fiction edition

memoirs

Heavy: An American Memoir by Kiese Laymon (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Heart Berries by Terese Marie Mailhot (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

🔁The Argonauts by Maggie Nelson (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Linea Nigra by Jazmina Barrera (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The Possessed: Adventures with Russian Books and the People Who Read Them (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Happening by Annie Ernaux (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Biting the Hand: Growing Up Asian in Black and White America by Julia Lee (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Tokyo Vice: An American Reporter on the Police Beat in Japan (⭐⭐⭐)

The Skin Is the Elastic Covering That Encases the Entire Body by BjØrn Rasmussen (⭐⭐⭐)

Year of the Monkey by Patti Smith (⭐⭐)

essays

Thick: And Other Essays by Tressie McMillan Cottom (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

A Guest at the Feast: Essays by Colm Tóibin (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lorde (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Intimations by Zadie Smith (⭐⭐)

Wow, No Thank You by Samantha Irby (⭐⭐)

Bookends: Collected Intros and Outros by Michael Chabon (⭐)

I Don’t Want to Die Poor: Essays by Michael Arceneaux (⭐)

poetry - no ratings because i am a poetry novice lol

Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Diaz

Bread and Circus by Airea Dee Matthews

Jane: A Murder by Maggie Nelson

Haiti Glass by Lenelle Moïse

Customs: Poems by Salmaz Sharif

The Tradition by Jericho Brown

Something Bright, Then Holes by Maggie Nelson

The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

Guillotine: Poems by Eduardo C. Corral

The Book of Men by Dorianne Laux

Our Rarer Monsters by Noel Sloboda

Other

Kierkegaard: A Very Short Introduction by Patrick Gardiner (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The Great Derangement: Climate and the Unthinkable by Amitav Ghosh (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The Book of Eels: Our Enduring Fascination with the Most Mysterious Creature in the Natural World by Patrik Svensson (⭐⭐⭐)

Spinoza: A Very Short Introduction by Roger Scruton (⭐⭐⭐)

Ghosting the News: Local Journalism and the Crisis of American Democracy by Margaret Sullivan (⭐⭐⭐)

Descartes: A Very Short Introduction by Tom Sorell (⭐⭐⭐)

Tokyo: A Biography by Stephen Mansfield (⭐⭐)

[poettier]

SQUARESPACE - Everything To Sell Anything (Director's Cut) from Ian Pons Jewell on Vimeo.

Director: Ian Pons Jewell DOP: Mauro Chiarello Producer: Jon Adams Production Designer: Robin Brown Production Designer: Tristan Mur Lead Wardrobe Stylist: Ameena Kara Callender Gimbal Operator: Florian Hatwagner Casting Coordinator/DA: Emm Le Chat Service: Radioaktive x Metro VFX: Black Kite Studios

Service: Radioaktive (UA) Executive Producer: Sasha Bevka Producer: Tanya Sokolova 1st AD: Aleksei Smoliar Production Manager: Yulia Sotnikova Art Director: David Kharaishvili VFX Supervisor: Denis Reva Wardrobe Stylist: Kostia Goncharuk MUA: Dasha Taivas Production Coordinator: Olga Avrahova Production Assistant: Anna Refel Stills Photographer: Artem Nadyozhin DIT: Dmitry Samus 1st AC: Vlad Dobrik Playback Op: Sergey Rupos Service: Metro (GE) Executive Producer: Sandro Gabilaia Head of Production: Maiko Gurabanidze Line Producer: Masho Tevdorashvili Unit Production Manager: Tamar Tvaradze 2nd AD: Sopo Parjiani Production Manager: Tato Pantsulaia Gaffer: Misha Ramishvili Rigging Gaffer: Giorgi Marsagishvili Key Grip: Shalva Leluashvili Production Coordinator: Pikria Kikodze Unit Manager: Merabo Rostomashvili Set Manager: Koka Chkaidze Transportation Manager: Davit Peradze Transportation Coordinator: Davit Maghlakelidze Location Manager: Achi Kevlishvili Location Manager Assistant: Natia Chomakhidze Casting Director: Tina Khizanishvili Casting Assistant: Beka Khachidze Production Assistant: Nini Iashvili Production Assistant: Mariam Gugushvili ProductionAssistant: Irakli Kakabadze Chaperone: Marisha Jincharadze

VFX: Black Kite Studios VFX Supervisor: Adams Croker VFX assist: Guillaume Weiss VFX assist: George Brunt VFX assist: Dan Sanders Colourist: Tom Mangham VFX Supervisor: Denis Reva VFX Producer : Tamara Mennell

Music and sound design Supervising Sound Editor: Lawrence Kendrick Sound Design and Mix: Will Cohen, Lawrence Kendrick, Joe Wilkinson, Jim Stewart, Adam Smyth Music Composition “Everything”: Joe Wilkinson Music Composition “Time": Adam Hare Music Composition “Future": Jim Cornick Audio Producer: Laura-Leigh Smith Music Research: Jon Rust

Talents LA Podcast Host: Michael Delgado Voice Over: Candace Camille Reporter: Nicola Lambo Motivational Speaker: Micah Bijon Talents Spain Doula Guide: Rachel Lascar Mom: Neema Lahon Farmer: José Luis Matienzo Frasquet Boulder Instructor: Roqueta Navarro Xavier Robot: Mireia Ruiz Callado Boat Guide: Aniez Atlas Manicurist: Antony Jaime Perez Pilot Student: Irene Aguilar Plane Instructor: Motokazu Kawamara

Talents UA Writer: Eugeniy Skisov Biker: Maria Jeniffer Writer Assistant: Oles Dmytrenko Talents GE Cafe Girl: Mariam Sanogo Lobby Suit: Salome Chitaia Tarot Reader: Ana Meskhi Cafe Dusk Fan: Ana Gogiashvili Dad: Gigi Loria Chef: Dato Bekoshvili Cafe Guy: Preston Zein Finishing Tutor: Tamar Khurtsilava Wine Man: Tengo Avalishvili Astronaut: David Chokuri Flotation Tank Guy: Ituka Bright Lobby Suit: Vika Kalandia Lobby Suit: Giorgi Chigogidze Lobby Suit: Goga Khapava Lobby Suit: Chy Vic Lobby Suit: Irma Lapiashvili Book Signing Fan: Gegham Book Signing Fan: Ana Taladvanze Book Signing Fan: Nino Gachechiladze Book Signing Fan: Kanji Sakemi Book Signing Fan: Preshels Tudebi Cameraman: Giorgi Shetsiruli Boulder Pusher: Indira Reyes Boulder Pusher: Ana Zubashvili Boulder Pusher: Jack Hubbell Boulder Pusher: Mohamed Keshta Tourist: Milan Lee Tourist: Nuca Dopadze Tourist: Nadejda Tsoi Tourist: Alexander Tsoi Tourist: Shbi Kbngwa Lenel Richy

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reblog this and tag with a food you no longer have access to (closed restaurant, state you moved away from, ex’s mom’s cooking, etc) that will haunt you until your dying day, mine are the spicy chicken sandwich on the employee menu at the fine dining restaurant I was a prep cook at, and the onion bagel from the kosher place down the street from my house when I lived in the city