#olympic metal horse

[yandere-wishes]

I AM OBSESSED WITH THEM!!! They are literally everything!!

[qroier]

some of my favorite moments from these olympics so far:

every badass shooter, but especially these stand-out stars kim ye-ji and yusuf dikec

simone biles and katie ledecky yet again proving themselves as the goats they are

every time simone and rebeca andrade cheered each other on

brazil out there winning the picture game

stephen mr pommel horse guy nedoroscik getting bronze and his very own cape

julian alfred (fastest woman alive, 100m run), thea lafond (triple jump), and kaylia neymour (uneven bars) all making history for their respective countries

same for carlos yulo after winning TWO gold medals in two days

imane khalif guaranteeing herself at least a bronze metal in the face of all the harassment thrown her way

remco evenepoel's bike broke down during the road race but he had such a big lead that he still managed to get gold with an awesome winning shot

the women's high jump final came down to nicola olyslagers, who was sitting down after each jump to rate herself on how she did, and yaroslava mahuchikh, who entered a sleeping bag and closed her eyes between jumps

edit: and now that the olympics are officially over, here are some more of my favorite moments from this second week

[youhaveforgottenmealready]

Olympic Torchbearer

I am literally obsessed with the torchbearer from the Opening Ceremony of the Olympics in beautiful Paris.

They are meant to represent the Spirit of the Olympics. They carried the torch from the sewers, to the rooftops, into the Louvre, and even into a Melies film.

And at the end, they changed into armor and rode a metal horse on the Seine, wearing the Olympic flag as a cape like a super hero. Yes, the horse ran ON the water. Every bridge they passed was lit up with dove wings for peace, and when the torchbearer arrived on land, the metal horse became a gorgeous, real, white horse. When they passed under the bridge, there was just a brief image of the rider with those white dove wings behind them so they looked like a warrior angel, but for peace and sportsmanship instead of for actual war.

Also, they could do parkour.

Best opening ceremony ever. Full stop.

[missriyochuchi]

The Torchbearer and the Flagbearer

Summary: The Torchbearer and the Flagbearer meet in the Jardin des Tuileries after the Opening Ceremony and commiserate about the Olympic Games.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Established relationship. Mentions of death.

Notes: I imagined these two like otherworldly beings blessing the games, what with the Olympics being invented by ancient Greeks as a partly religious event. As such, I would have preferred to keep them gender neutral, but because I’m writing this in a pinch and want to be able to distinguish between them without constantly using their names, I opted for gendered pronouns. But nothing about their physical descriptions are particularly gendered; I’m just leaning on the old linguistic quirk lol Also, how tf is there no video of the Flagbearer!? I wanted to gif her/their entrance but couldn’t find a damn thing! She/They deserves more love!

Read on AO3 - Part 2 - Part 3

Darkness cloaks the Jardin des Tuileries. Even the cauldron floating above its center offers little illumination on the ground. Shadows play along the perimeter, tourists passing in the midnight hour, their idle conversations lost to the humid air. The soft patter of rain echoes across the masonry scattered throughout the empty park. Only the occasional creak of metallic plates and restless hoofbeats betray the garden’s solitary visitors.

The Flagbearer looks up at the orange orb in the sky. She marvels at the city’s ingenuity. Decades of oil and gas have finally given way to an electric fire. Only with such technological advancements could engineers even dream of safely flying the eternal flame above the City of Lights. If only the future was as assuredly bright, the Flagbearer thinks. Her gaze drifts back down to the darkness below, the surrounding chill creeping back into her senses. Her horse stirs beneath her and jostles her mind back to the present.

“Easy, Zeus,” she murmurs as she presses her legs to the animal’s sides in an attempt to soothe both their anxieties. “Patience.”

No Olympic Games are ever truly free of political problems, an inevitability of any gathering between disparate peoples, but they weigh heavier on the Flagbearer’s mind now more than ever. Her part in the Opening Ceremony is small but significant, and though she spends less time among the crowds than her eternal counterpart, she catches enough to gauge that tensions are higher than ever before. The darkness of the night seems to encroach and bleed into the darkness in her mind as she ponders human history and her role in it. Before her resolve could lurch under the gravity of her thoughts, the light crunch of gravel announces his arrival.

“You are late,” the Flagbearer intones harshly. She steers her steed to turn around and face the approaching footsteps.

Enough ambient light creeps across the park to distinguish the Torchbearer’s silhouette, catching on the gauzy pieces of his attire bobbing in the breeze. His stride is sure, his stature straight, betraying neither weariness nor arrogance. Only a few meters away, he shrugs and raises his palms out at his sides, teasing, “I did not have a ride.”

The Flagbearer is unmoved but in no mood to quarrel. “How are you, my love?” Her voice floats soft and light through the misty drizzle.

“Exhausted.” His shoulders slump fractionally, perceptible only to his eternal flame facing him. “And you?”

“Concerned.”

The Torchbearer reaches for the horse’s muzzle and runs a familiar hand along his nose. “I hope you are not as troubled as your rider, mon joli cheval.” Zeus bows his long head and huffs in response. His palm runs along the animal’s left flank, lifting once he reaches the Flagbearer’s side. He extends both hands to her gloved ones and helps her to the ground.

“What ails my sweet?” He pinches her chin.

She hums and takes one of his hands in both of hers, squeezing hard enough to convey her worry. “In all our years shepherding these games, did you ever know the atmosphere to be this—”

“I know. The world is—”

“Restless.”

“Yes, and—”

“Not at peace.”

“Never has been, my love.”

“I do not remember it ever being this—”

“Your worries are not unfounded, cherie, but you must redirect your attention elsewhere.”

They circle the base beneath the cauldron, hand in hand. Zeus follows close behind, his reins tied to the saddle. While the nightlife bustles beyond the park’s pocket of silence, the few security guards on duty watch the hooded figures from a distance.

Event organizers had explicitly and numerously instructed personnel not to approach or engage with the Torchbearer and Flagbearer. They were both host and blessing to the festivities, and decades of tradition dictated that a respectful, neutral distance be maintained between the host nation and the two Olympic guardians so that there would be no suspicion of impropriety or favoritism during competition.

The Flagbearer recoils, incredulous. “How can you be so indifferent to the violence and rhetoric—”

“I am surprised that between the two of us, you, in your glittering armor, are the first to lose hope and declare defeat.”

“I have not!” She stops them in their orbit and shoves his hand back to his side.

The Torchbearer laughs. He crooks a finger under her chin and raises her gaze. She sighs and closes her eyes as the backs of his fingers graze her cheek. Her hands come up to open and press his palm to the side of her face, his pressure more than his warmth a soothing balm to her inner turmoil. Her voice is low and leaden when she continues.

“I merely wonder if the gods have not tasked us with an impossible mission.”

The Torchbearer falls silent as he contemplates the Flagbearer’s concerns. She did not interact with humans as much as he did, a natural consequence of their separate roles. While the Olympic torch exchanged hands with every kind of man and woman, the Olympic flag exchanged hands with a significantly select few. As a result, the Flagbearer’s opinion of humanity often leaned towards the optimistic while the Torchbearer’s leaned towards the pessimistic. He had come to know, better than she, the complexities of human nature, their heavenly highs and their hellish lows. They spent decades arguing about the tenuous balance. Now, as he watches his partner’s shoulders sag with the weight of the world, he finds himself despondent that she seems poised to concede to his viewpoint and knows it, knows that she lost this one important battle. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and guides their walk away from the cauldron.

“Plus vite, Plus haute, Plus fort.” The Torchbearer rattles off the Olympic motto.

“Citius, Altius, Fortius, my dear. Latin may be dead, but it is still your mother tongue.”

“‘Ensemble.’ C’est la partie importante. And that is precisely what they are doing and continue to do.”

“But for how long? We do not have a future if they do not, and my darling, I do not see—”

“We cannot predict the future any more than humans can. It is none of our concern. The gods will take care of us.”

“The gods have abandoned us, just as the humans have abandoned them.” The Flagbearer catches the ice in her voice and does her best to warm her vitriol. “We do not exist outside these games, my love. And if these games end, if the world can find no purpose to these communal competitions—”

Silence. The specter of death looms large in their periphery. Every Closing Ceremony marks the end of their days on Earth, a return to a darkness beyond darkness. And every two years, they are reborn and reimagined back into existence to inspire and perform and protect the Olympic Games. Despite the constancy of this cyclical event, the eternal guardians find humans increasingly less hospitable to the ideals they represent. What is sportsmanship to a world where even the rules of war no longer hold?

“Steel your heart as this city has steeled your form.” The Torchbearer steps close enough for the edge of his hood to kiss hers. “The next host cities have been decided, their venues under construction. We still have a future. There is no reason to despair.”

“For now.”

“For now.” He sighs at her obstinacy, but knows not to push further or risk wasting precious moments on a fruitless fight. “In the meantime, the games have begun, and we do not have much time together.”

A smirk plays beneath the Flagbearer’s hood. She perks up at her partner’s motives. “Sixteen days is not enough to spend with you.” She steps closer and brings her forehead to his. She squeezes his biceps, and he rubs her elbows in return. They exchange breaths for a moment of eternity.

“Come.” The Torchbearer takes her hands and swings her in circles. Their laughs echo as they near the horse. “Much of the city has changed since we were last here, and you will not see them if you continue to sulk beneath the cauldron.”

The Flagbearer mounts Zeus and extends an arm to help the Torchbearer take a seat behind her. He presses his front to her back, unbothered by her damp cape. He slides his arms along either side of her waist and rests his hands atop hers on the horn of the saddle. The horse ambles forward towards the city streets.

Buoyed by the Torchbearer’s embrace, the Flagbearer regains a sliver of her hope and optimism. “The Italians will call on us next. Perhaps we will meet a changed world by then.”

“We always do. I wonder what forms they have planned for us.”

“I quite like this form on you, my dear. The cut of your jacket complements you well.”

“As does this armor on you, mon amour.” His hands find the edge of her cuirass and sneak nimble fingers to the suit underneath.

She giggles at the light pressure below her ribcage. “I will miss hearing you speak this city’s language.”

The Torchbearer tightens his hold on the Flagbearer, impressing his being into hers. “You worry about community and forget that we are in the City of Love.”

“Paris is not the world, my dear.” They sway in sync as Zeus carries them towards the edge of the garden.

“Perhaps, but the Olympic Village is, or at least, as close an approximation as the humans are capable of producing. If it is unity you seek, we will surely find a certain kind—”

“You said you were exhausted.” Amusement lightens the Flagbearer’s tone, her heavy mind now fizzy with thoughts of the Torchbearer’s amorous intentions.

“Never enough to deter me from you.” He presses his chin to her shoulder, his words vibrating down the expanse of her armor. “Would you waste the energy of the players’ liaisons?”

Her hood whips to the side as he squeezes the unarmored flesh of her upper thigh. Before she can answer, he takes the reins and brings Zeus to a gallop towards the Olympic Village.

“No more talk,” he heaves with urgency. “I need you before the sun rises and our duties begin again.”

Footnotes:

mon joli cheval - my pretty horse cherie - dear Plus vite, Plus haute, Plus fort (French) / Citius, Altius, Fortius (Latin) - Faster, Higher, Stronger ‘Ensemble.’ C’est la partie importante. (French) - ‘Together.’ That is the important part. mon amour - my love

“The 100% electric flame burns no fuel. The ring of fire uses 40 LED spotlights to illuminate the cloud created by 200 high-pressure misting nozzles.” (source)

According to the engineers who built the mechanical horse, its name is Zeus.

[dweemeister]

"Parade" and "Higher", composed by Victor Le Masne, performed by the Tokyo Metropolitan Symphony Orchestra

This is for those going through Olympic withdrawal. French composer Victor Le Masne was tasked with composing music for both the Olympic and Paralympic Opening and Closing Ceremonies this year as the Paris 2024's musical director. The Tokyo Metropolitan Symphony Orchestra was also used to play the original music composed for the 2020 Summer Olympics and Paralympics.

Here are two pieces you may have heard most over the last two weeks – and will continue to hear during the upcoming Paralympics. The first, "Parade", played over the medal ceremonies across the Olympics. The second piece here, "Higher" (here is a shorter "club mix" that was played at venues across the Games), was played during the extended journey of a masked rider galloping across the Seine on a metallic horse during the Opening Ceremony.

Le Masne wanted to build a musical bridge between contemporary and older pop/electronica/disco (the rhythmic complexities found in the final minutes of this piece) and classical music (the acoustic elements) across his soundtrack to the Olympics and Paralympics.

[regina-del-cielo]

The masked person in an armor with the Olympic flag as a cape riding a metal horse over the River Seine >>>>>>>>

[ofwhimsicaldreams]

some thoughts on the opening ceremony now that i slept on it:

it was slightly too long, and there were moments that were really meant as fillers. not good.

i hope none of the athletes will catch a cold, with all the rain that poured down on paris yesterday...

gojira was the best musical segment <3 it was so cool!! and i am so happy to see the french metal scene being represented like that, considering how thriving it is.

the drag queens were the worst part by far. terribly vulgar (but that's part of the requirements), sexual, and "dancing" (if it can be called like that) nearby children. i don't know who at the cojo thought it would be a good idea to have them onboard but they were terribly wrong. so bad.

the masked flamme-bearer was terribly cool though. the parkour through paris! that was so nice.

most of the musical segments left me pretty cold tbh, but there is a reason why i don't like to french music (which is that i don't like what's offered, apart from the punk/metal scene).

the french cancan was ridiculous, and, worst, out of rhythm. cringe.

you know what else was cringe? the throuple. boring, too.

it was nice to see the focus on notre-dame and the artisans of haute couture (even though it did feel a bit like an ad for lvmh, but as they're sponsoring...)

i didn't care for most of the (break)dancing either, but w/e

the minions were a choice, but then again, w/e

very nice to have opera singers!!! especially the one who sang la marseillaise wrapped in the national flag. that was utterly cool. loved it. (came second in my personal ranking, after gojira)

the ride on the metal horse on la seine was so metal (ahah) cool too. with the archives images of the previous olympics, it was really nice. it was as if a ride through time, as the personification of the olympic games. very cool. i've seen people on twitter saying it was the four horsemen of the apocalypse, which is one way of seeing things, but with the commentary on the france tv direct, i didn't see it at all. nevermind.

tony estanguet gave a very nice speech.

the final relay of the flamme between all the french athletes was so cool!!! i was a bit emotional by then, especially when they light up the vasque. lovely moment. that felt more dedicated to france than some of the "tableaux" of earlier that were more about clichés (the french cancan for example) or to "provoke" (the drag queens. seriously. why???)

céline dion being able to sing was a very nice touch. more moving for her than for me (covering edith piaf on the eiffel tower, like, honestly, cliché... again) but it's a sign her treatment is working, which is a very good thing for the people suffering from the same illness as she is. very nice.

la vasque being in a hot air balloon for the whole duration of the games is a pretty nice touch too.

overall it was better than i thought it would be, but there were some very cringe moments anyway. too much focus on the clichés associated to paris/la france overall as well.

[graznot]

Things I want in summer Olympics:

The Horses to get metals or a legally binding promise from the owner that they will die from old age.

The Horse events to be done with ponies, regular and draft horses.

The women's gymnasts not be compelled to smile during their routines. The men aren't, it's only fair.

The men's and women's floor exercises equalized in the non-athletic requirements. Either everyone has to do dance moves or no one does.

I want to see the shot put athletes do rhythmic floor exercises with the fancy ribbon. I don't have a reason for this I just want it

[imaswellkid]

Hi Maddie - I wanted to send you some of my favorite Olympic Opening Ceremonies memes and tweets:

Hopefully the tourists aren’t too annoying!

Eeeeeeee I was hoping you’d send me a selection THANK YOU NICOLE MY LOVE 😍🥰🥰🥰🧡🧡🧡

Listen, you of all people know I’ve spent the past two years complaining about those games, but I gotta admit I think we nailed it?!! Which is so fucking French of me, lmao.

I missed the beginning because I went to see Deadpool (and OMG I SAW THE GLADIATOR TRAILER AND NEARLY DIED OF A HEART ATTACK I couldn’t slow down my heart rate) but I came home to see the biggest French metal band singing from the kings’ palace turned prison for kings? A beheaded royal? A freaky female ghost riding a metal horse on the Seine? A drag queen Last Supper?? Transgender dancers???? Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes.

I watched Gaga’s performance this morning and I loved it. And I’m not particularly fond of Céline Dion, but the Edith Piaf song she sang is the greatest love song ever written and I can’t listen to it without crying, and from the Eiffel Tower? Ok. It got me good.

Sorry this was long. I’m too French for my own good.

[kittykatkatelol]

We sure are in a timeline aren't we

so much has happened in the span in a couple weeks 😭 (Trump shot , Biden stepped down , the transvestigators + JKR fucking with the olympics boxing , pommel horse guy , dude who lost his chance at a metal due to his own dick , and more shit I'm forgetting 😭)

what a time to be alive

[callmeanxietygirl]

🇫🇷🥇Reencarnando a Sequana, diosa galorromana y personificación del río Sena, y especialmente de los manantiales que en él nacen, se mueve a todo galope sobre un caballo mecánico flotante de 1,80 metros de altura, fabricado íntegramente en metal diseñado en un taller en Nantes y cuyo mecanismo permite recrear con precisión el galope de un caballo. El taller Blam, encargado de su creación, no fue improvisado; sus obras pueden verse en ciudades como Hong Kong y Alemania. Un diseño futurista que transmite el espíritu olímpico de amistad, solidaridad y resistencia…

🇫🇷🥇Reincarnating Sequana, the Gallo-Roman goddess and personification of the Seine River, and especially of the springs that originate in it, she moves at full gallop on a 1.80-metre-high floating mechanical horse, made entirely of metal designed in a workshop in Nantes and whose mechanism allows the gallop of a horse to be recreated with precision. The Blam workshop, in charge of its creation, was not improvised; its works can be seen in cities such as Hong Kong and Germany. A futuristic design that transmits the Olympic spirit of friendship, solidarity and resistance…

[savageboar]

im beating a dead horse. i cannot believe out of all bands gojira is being called satanic by christofascists. and that we've had a metal band perform at the olympics before we've ever had even a dad rock metal band perform at the super bowl. what the hell.

[madamlaydebug]

*Olympic opening ceremony - Paris 2024*

At the opening ceremony of the 2024 Paris Olympic Games, a spectacular and unprecedented spectacle captivated spectators present and those from around the world: a metal horse launched majestically on the Seine.

This performance, which combined technology and symbolism, offered an unforgettable moment, anchoring the ceremony in the history of major Olympic celebrations. Designed by a team of renowned sculptors and engineers, the horse was an imposing piece of art, both beautiful and powerful. Measuring several meters in height and length, this animated sculpture stood out for its neat details and futuristic look. Covered in shiny steel plates and equipped with a sophisticated movement system, the horse seemed almost alive, with a smooth and elegant gait. Its reflective surface captured the light from spotlights and fireworks, creating a stunning visual spectacle. A highlight of the ceremony was the arrival of the metal horse on the Seine. Emerging from the mist, the horse advanced gently on a specially designed floating platform. Its progress along the river, against the backdrop of the iconic monuments of Paris, such as the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame, symbolized an alliance between the past and the future, the classical and the modern.

The horse, a mythological figure and an emblem of strength and freedom, embodied the spirit of the Olympic Games, uniting peoples and celebrating human achievements. Choosing a horse for the event was no trivial matter. Indeed, the horse is a universal symbol of power, courage and nobility, essential qualities in sport and in life. The metallic version of this noble creature added a dimension of modernity and technology, recalling the advances of our time while honoring traditions. The show illustrated the theme of the opening of the Games, which is focused on unity and progress. The metallic horse raced down the Seine to the cheers of the audience and the marvel of the spectators, marking the beginning of an evening full of surprises and emotions.

This performance not only celebrated art and innovation, but also conveyed a message of peace and solidarity, true to Olympic ideals. The images of the brilliant horse moving gracefully through the waters of Paris will be remembered as one of the most memorable moments of the 2024 Paris Olympic Games.

~Good vibes~~

[artist-kili]

Ive watched the Opening ceremony of the olympics (like a major part of it. Missed the beginning and the end unfortunately) and first of all: It was really cool. Like I was never imvested in sports and stuff but I really loved it. I also find some joy in watching some sports. I loved the scenery the crossover between modern and tradition, the movie like set up and the parkour guy running with the olympic flame (his outfit was so cool??? Loved the fencing mask) and the metal horse with the rider in this gorgeous shiny armour with the olympia flag as a cape. The dancing and singing was amazing and the water show and fireworks and lights too!

Also I totally would see Francis in Mr. Parkour's outfit. It also heavily reminds me of Assassins Creed.

[pathoscleaved]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒

Albert REALLY likes the Olympics, and always tries to take time off to go whenever they are around.

He actually was an Olympic gymnast, and started in 1974, at 15 years old. He participated in the 1974, 1980, 1984, and 1988 Olympics as a civilian, and competed in 1992 & 1994 with the military's permission.

By 1996, he was in retirement and took off work the entire duration of the Summer Olympics. Famously, when the Olympics were being broadcasted in the S.T.A.R.S. office during the male's gymnastics qualifiers, Wesker was shown in the crowd. Archived footage of him was shown to help motivate Team USA, and he even supported former teammates! He takes Chris with him to the Olympics in Atlanta, Georgia.

In his career, he won 28 gold medals (not including team metals). 3 gold in 1974, and 5 gold in every single Olympics afterwards.

Of all of the gymnastics apparatuses (floor exercise, pommel horse, rings, vault, parallel bars, high bar), the rings, vault, and the floor exercise was his specialty. My evidence is here.

No one typically recognizes him because he wasn't allowed to wear glasses when he performed, and he decided to let his wavy hair grow out a little. It becomes a point of hilarity that a 28-time gold medalist is also The Albert Wesker, known bioterrorist. He only starts to go to them again after he is revealed to be alive in 2017, as owner & founder of Blue Umbrella, an organization he started in 2007 (as a backup plan should Uroboros fail; Chris Redfield inspired Blue Umbrella completely). When a single team is sanctioned within Blue Umbrella, Wesker becomes the Anti-B.O.W. head during the Olympics.

Mentioned ↳ @valour-bound

[punkbakerchristine]

hello, tumblr, i am 30 years old and i got into baking and cooking on october 7, 2023–if you know anything about october 7, 2023, you should know how much all of this means to me 😅 i’m a gentile girl trying to be a mensch. am yisrael chai, don’t even think about it 🇮🇱

a little bit about me: i am an artist and a writer with a long background in science and engineering. i love animals (namely, dogs, cats, horses, birds, bats, rabbits, and reptiles), cartoons, books, and movies. i’m a hockey player at heart. i love formula 1. i love top gear and those three zany british men. i love the winter olympics. i love halloween and christmas. i’m a west coast girl. i love hawai’i and the ocean. i’m making a graphic novel. i was friends with chris cornell (yes, him). i’m a grunge fan but grunge fans don’t like me, though: you know that weird little alt rock kid seeing the heavy metal band that no one thinks about? that’s me.

i struggled with anorexia in my late teen years and obesity in the back half of my twenties: if you want to know what it’s like to deal with a debilitating eating disorder and then push nearly 300 pounds, imagine you’re drowning… and then someone hands you a big wedding cake. all jokes aside, i actually have a fat kink, if you can believe that. i actually have a number of kinks, but that’s one of my main ones. i deliberately gained weight to heal from my eating disorder, and to fulfill something that i had been curious about pretty much my whole life (like, “what if i got really fat, as fat as i could be?”) and i felt good. i loved being heavy and the idea of being a “big beautiful woman” if you will (especially when fat women have been worshipped for millennia; the whole skinny craze is relatively new). but i couldn’t keep it up, though: i started having trouble with my heart and my stomach, i was having migraines, and most of all, i was getting edema in my feet.

as of my writing this, since i started losing weight back in mid-july, i have lost 59 pounds, down from my heaviest ever at 268: i crossed the 200 pound threshold back in 2015, and now that i write it out, it would’ve been something to hit that number again after ten years (i’ll go with nine, though 🤷🏻‍♀️).

i’m pansexual and polyamorous. i’m single… but jimmy cracked corn and i don’t care (really, i don’t even think about relationships). i do have a crush, though, on a jewish man and i’ve felt this way about him for almost three years now. i have a crush on him (and he’s even said “i love you” to me) even though he’s in a relationship… yeah. the love of my life is with someone else. but like, i want to see him happy, though, you know? i love him perhaps more so following october 7.

october 7. the day of that attack—the day, the very day—i baked my very first loaf of bread, a simple bloomer courtesy of paul hollywood, one of my influences in the culinary world: as the dough was proofing, i saw a huge horde of people posting about palestine and israel, and it reminded me of a guy who ran into a convenience store at the start of the pandemic and he yelled out, “can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” that was my reaction to it all. i just wanted to know what had happened and no one would tell me… and a friend of mine finally said “pray for israel.” i asked what happened and she told me. i just foresaw everything unraveling from that point forward. so i took the bloomer out of the oven and it felt fated, like it was meant to be. my basic thought was “the world is going to need art and words, and also, people willing to get down and make things to eat”. this is going down fast. (in other words, my healing my body from itself and satisfying a kink had a point after all 😜).

and it might seem counterintuitive, but baking and cooking has actually helped me lose even more weight than i can ever imagine (besides weightlifting and aerobics and boxing and martial arts and yoga, of course). you might think that baking cakes and pies and cookies and making dinner every night would make me 300+ pounds tout suite, but it’s actually done the opposite (so, sorry, feeder community)—and if anything, i enjoy every cookie and slice of cake now. there’s no fad diets here or anything fancy with me, and even with 60 pounds lost i still have a chubby belly (i don’t mind, though—my stomach has been through a lot, it should keep *something*), so i’m definitely not a fitblr.

since october, i’ve felt this need to blog my journey in baking and cooking, and away from my personal blog, too. stuff i made, recipes i think of (and maybe some that need to be passed on, too?), and food i want to make.

my art blog is on here at nuagederose—i also have a therapy blog, theghostandthehealer—and my instagram is badmotorartist. if erotic band fiction (among other things) is your thing, my ao3 is josiebelladonna.

and yeah, i’m 30 and i think i found the proverbial missing jigsaw puzzle piece. age really is just a number!