#really interesting story about people selling off their photos of their family to like the guggenheim for $1000 a piece

[cheddar-baby]

I love Disfarmer he was a strange mean photographer from Arkansas who did cheap portraits for families and he was known specifically for having long awkward completely silent photoshoots where he would be under his dark cloth silently working until he abruptly pulled out a bell and would start violently ringing then immediately take a photo. So you end up having lots of these photos of scared looking children and people caught off guard, looking at the camera confused and slightly scared. No one knew much about him and he barely talked to people he just churned out these photos and minded his business then died.

[odessa-2]

HUBLANDER MELBOURNE ☀️

OK ladies, so I ended up going. Long story short, I was given a spare ticket and decided to seize the moment. It was stinking hot, and a terribly organised event (it was literally in a shed). Despite this, I am glad I did go. My long held observations/beliefs of Sam's character, who he really is as a man, and the fantasy man, single Sam push, were proven correct. I did get a photo with Sam, and I must confess he really is incredibly good-looking. Even better in the flesh. A doll. He's hyper vigilant, astutely aware of his surrounds (eyes darting everywhere) , very polite and gentlemanly and professional.

He looked tanned and fresh and endured hoards of horny grannies fawning over him for hours on end and was attentive to everyone. The organisers of the event stuck Sam, Duncan, Charles and John in a small tin shed that had no air con, that must've been about 50 degrees celsius inside ,where they stood and posed with frenzied women for over 3 hours. They looked visibly overheated (shame on the organisers). Sam didn't faulter. Polite to a tee.

Would you believe that Sam had to use the same toilets as the plebs?! Yep, you heard correctly. Shocking work by the organisers. I actually had to desperately pee at one point but waited until I saw Sam come out of the toilets. In-between panels, the actors were staying upstairs in the loft level, and I saw the uber eats delivery man run upstairs to bring them food. The organisers didn't even feed their guests!

Sam is Jamie to these women and he knows it. Starz knows it. I saw the crazed obsession with my own eyes. I saw how his people; his team have shaped him and moulded him(for his public persona) to appeal to these women and this fantasy notion. They want their Jamie. They want single Sam, and that's what they (starz) give them. There is no room for anything else but Single Sam. And Sam professionally obliges. What he puts out to the public at the conventions is scripted and measured. He is very guarded. I could see it unfold in front of me with great clarity. There were women there who didn't want him with Caitriona (they weren't interested in the Caitriona titbits Sam gave), 50 and 60 year old women who actually think they stand a chance. Tragic. Sam is gorgeous and charming and Starz has used that to sell. And quite frankly, after witnessing this display, I can see why he has a fascade going on. I can see why he would want the public completely removed from his personal life and family. I get it.

Another observation of mine, I know this goes without saying, but he is definitely not gay for those who are insistent. He gives off zero gay vibes. He is not effeminate in the slightest, and I found him to be quite more masculine than I'd imagined. He reads people well and can't keep still. What else can I tell you? He has nice skin, piercing blue eyes (like really crystal blue) and exceptionally tall. He does his job very well and has high emotional intelligence. Starz uses his good looks and they pimp him out to the fan base.

Now don't get me wrong, i met lots of lovely women there today who were sweet and kind and exited. But hearing women's conversations at the event; he really is their fantasy. They were squealing and many saying how they wished they could grab his bum or 💋 him. There's no room for Caitriona. Just fantasy Sam.

Odessa says hi Sam 👋...you were a real trooper.

I'll share some more titbits from the panel tomorrow when my splitting headache hopefully dissipates.

[pedropascalunofficial]

STORY TIME

Why did Pedro Pascal go quiet on socials?

Well, let's hazard a guess. Maybe he saw what his shitty "fans" were getting up to.

If I've left anything out, please dm me. And if you'd like to threaten me, my receipts are all in order🖕

What have Pedro Pascal's shitty "fans" done in this fandom?

Stalked him and used it for clout in order to gather more information. (Ms Green and Ms Peacock)

Tracked his and his friends' activity. The person got blocked by the friend and used the news for clout. Mega lols all round on that one, not🙄. It gave them something to talk about on their trip, I guess🤷‍♀️ They were quiet after, though, right?! (Ms Green)

Created a private group chat and used it to gather information on his whereabouts. (Ms Peacock)

Moved in order to be closer to his house. When he mentioned he moved, they openly enquired about moving to a neighbourhood close to his new place. (Ms Wrestlemania)

Supported a friends project and made themselves the biggest donor yet publicly complained about their financial situation. Weird, right?! The friend was going through a really tough time. The fans used the access they gained to the friend to manipulate the friend into giving them access to him. The friend closed their project. (Ms Wrestlemania)

Made professional moves in order to work with another one of his friends in order to gain access to him. (Little Miss 23andme)

Bullied and harassed another fan for having limited access to him. They then doxxed the victims' family members' funeral. When they were called out and tried to defend themselves, they were caught owning an account that had supported the harassing messages. (Ms Wrestlemania and HideandSeek)

Stole photos from independent photographers and shared as their own, which he then shared so the photographer got paid. (Col Mustard)

Shared a stolen photo of him and another actor so he was forced to share his own so he owned the narrative. (Ms Peacock)

Had multiple genuine fan accounts deleted and suspended out of hate and jealousy. (Ms * and Encarni)

Sent d**th threats to other fan accounts. (I'll just pretend not to know who did this because it's under federal investigation💚)

That would definitely put me off going online. No wonder he went quiet.

I'd like to add that I was a total scumbag too once. Checked his personal info, thinking it was ok to do so out of interest. I shared bits and pieces because I didn't realise the ripple effect. Then I realised his info was being traded for people's personal gain. People were being manipulated into providing more and more. People were being ripped off for someone selling pics without a licence (you know who). I stopped. I made amends. I know I made a difference, so thank you to everyone who has helped right the wrongs.

Thank you to the people who helped provide tips.

Thank you to the people who had their lives affected but still stuck around to keep the good in the fandom.

Thank you to the people who listened.

Thank you to the people who took action when required.

Thank you to Pedro💜

And a giant FUCK YOU to the ppl who are still doing that shit and negatively affecting people's lives, including Pedro's and his friends' and family's.

Why did Pedro Pascal go quiet on socials?

Canada

Deuxmoi

Clue

The Meandering Response

The Counter Perspective

The Old Ladies

Buying Followers Pt1

The Fandom Stain Pt2

[tokiwarcube]

Hello, I love your writing and hope you're doing well <3

Could you write hc's about Toki before dethklok got famous? Like in his flashback in Doomstar Requiem? Preferably with a reader that's very supportive of him and always goes to his concerts in shitty venues to cheer him on.

Aww, thank you so much! This week has been incredible — very tiring, but incredible all the same. And it’s been nice to come back to the hotel (or in this case, hang out in the airport) and work on fun requests like these! Below the cut! <3

Fresh out of Norway, Dethklok was nothing short of a dream come true for Toki. He doesn’t believe in God, but this is the closest thing he’s ever felt to divine intervention. That doesn’t even graze the gratefulness he feels for you — he can’t even begin to string together how much you and your unwavering presence mean to him.

He lives for the crowd, whether it be a shitty dive bar or… well, a less shitty dive bar. But frankly, this is his first time ever doing this — he’s gone from complete isolation to performing in front of others basically overnight, and he’d be lying if it wasn’t a little nerve-wracking. Especially when the crowd isn’t feeling it quite yet — there always seems to be a few people at the barrier who are clearly just there for the next band, and it can feel pretty damn crushing. But then he looks over at you, grinning and cheering for him under the neon lights, and suddenly he feels like he could do anything.

(He hates the idea of you tabling for this very reason — because yes you’re pretty, and funny, and you’d probably sell a damn-good amount of merch just by being you… but if he can’t see you in the crowd, he’s not quite the same on stage. And it definitely bleeds through into his performance, and his behavior after the show. He needs his number one fan!)

You’ve gotta keep him from throwing his pick at you every night. You have him — the fans can have a pick or two.

He always links hands with you after shows — hell, he’ll bring you into fan photos if you feel comfortable with it. You might not be on stage, but you're just as much of a band member as he is at this rate.

He begged you to come with them on their first tour — they were only opening for some other band, but still, they’re touring! And despite your better judgement, against the advice of your family and coworkers, love won out… and off you went. And the van was cramped, sure, and the food wasn’t exactly great; and yet, it was the most magical thing you had ever experienced.

(The memories still glimmer sweetly in your mind over a decade later, and even today, he still has all of the photos he took saved.)

It’s fun taking him to weird little American places — doesn’t matter what state you go to, there’s always something new and novel. His eyes light up just about every time you take him somewhere new, and honestly, it never gets old. He always has a myriad of questions, too. Doesn’t matter if its a national landmark or a fast food truck — he will have questions.

He’s particularly interested in zoos and animal sanctuaries, though. The first time he saw one of the big cats, he damn near vibrated out of his skin. You’ve gotta hold his hand pretty tightly so he doesn’t get too close to the leopards and jaguars when they start to chirp and meow in his direction.

He gets a very far-off look in his eyes listening to their stories sometimes, particularly as sanctuaries and rescues, but still, he always asks the keeper if you can just stay a few more minutes to watch them. Hand in yours, sat cross-legged on the ground, with nothing but fondness in his eyes.

(In modern times, you have to keep him from buying a big cat. He doesn’t forget the stories he was told, but he does think he’s different, and it’s a Herculean struggle to remind him otherwise.)

He experiments with fashion quite a bit, with… varying success. Truly, love knows no bounds. However, he does find that he does really like having facial hair after seeing how you smile against his lips when his hair tickles you just a bit.

He genuinely lives for your touch, to the point where he can’t really sleep without you at night anymore! But in the beginning, he was very nervous about initiating on his own. He would eat up anything you threw his way — even brushing by him in the cramped as fuck van is electric, to him.

He always asks you to tell him stories at night — anything will do (he loves to hear you speak), but he likes happy stories about you the most.

He loves holding your hand at night, gazing at you under the fluorescent street lights — they’ve become an odd little piece of your shared life, funnily enough. The dying streetlamp outside of your apartment, the highway lights as the boys drive the van around the country… it’s a simple thing, but their shine has lit up more than just the night for Toki.

[jolyne-best-jojo]

What Stands I think the Logical Proposals wavewave family would have:

Soundwave: Hermit Purple. This one's pretty easy, it's got everything a wave of sound could want: break a camera and get photos of a picture anywhere in the world, have a screen to project onto and read minds, just use the vines on a TV screen and get a message like "x is a traitor". Or Moody Blues since being able to see and hear what happened to a singular person would make for great intell depending on who it is.

Shockwave: Gold Experience. Shockwave would love having it, funding becomes a far smaller issue if he can grow the body parts himself. Not to mention the research he'd do testing the limits, how big can the being he grows be relative to the original objects mass? Can he grow an extinct species? And he'd love finding these things out.

Ravage: Harvest. Being the only responsible child is hard, much easier when you have 500 tiny buggers to keep watch on everyone.

Buzzsaw: Kraft Work. Given his weapon building I feel like he'd find some use for being able to store however much kinetic energy in an object he desires then release it all at once.

Laserbeak: Mr. President. With the caveat that he just had the user on him at all times. Laserbeak wants a nap, just pull out Mr. President, hide it, and take a nap in the key room, he can even fill it with all his favourite blankets.

Rumble & Frenzy: Star Platinum & The World. This one's the most obvious, SP and TW stop time for 5 seconds, that's 5 seconds of free prank set up.

Enemy: Survivor. Probably a bit too surface level for his character but it makes sense. He wants enemies, Survivor makes everyone around him so mad they start beating each other to death.

Flip Sides: Sticky Fingers. It's got a pocket dimension to explore long range travel purposes with (idk if it can do that but presumably if Sticky Fingers opened a zipper in one place then went hundreds of miles away and opened another they should connect) and I think Flips would find that interesting.

Beastbox: Man in the Mirror. So long as he has a mirror shard with him he can hide away in the mirror world whenever he's feeling overwhelmed and come back when he feels better.

Slugfest: Pearl Jam. He may not be a cook, but given the positive effects Pearl Jam has on the consumers he'd absolutely learn how to cook to give healing meals to refugees.

Squawktalk: Bohemian Rhapsody. I don't know if It works if it's only audio but it turns fiction to life and what better way to tell your stories then making them real? (Just ignore the part where people are forced to play a part in the stories, usually the one who dies)

Garboil: Earth, Wind and Fire. Technically not a stand (but maybe it is who knows) the shapeshifting would be really handy for painting, don't wanna use a picture or just memory to base a drawing on? Just shapeshift into what you wanna draw.

Overkill: Scary Monsters. It can turn people into dinosaurs. He'd finally have Dino friends that the Autobots don't steal away before begging to hand them back. (Targets of it retain their sentience right? I can't remember)

Howlback: Killer Queen. This isn't because of the fact it's a cat, nor is it about it being able to turn objects into bombs or its tertiary bomb Bites the Dust being able to rewind time an hour. No, this is about Sheer Heart Attack being indestructible and as such the perfect thing to enjoy biting to no end, and honestly what more does Howlback even want in life?

Ratbat: Kiss. Sure, the duplicated objects crash back together after the sticker comes off, but so long as that happens long after he sells them it's not his problem.

Wingthing: I'mma be real, I got nothing, he got killed in the great cassette culling of chapter 36 and he was introduced in that chapter. Weather Report? Because he wanted to know how rain works?

[eupheme]

Bookstore Girl | Day 7: Scarf Returned

modern!din djarin x gn!reader

Rated G | 1.5k

Tags: yearning, found family and fluff

A/N: named after a song (for the playlist), but this fic is GN!

It’s funny how such a small thing can bring two strangers together.

You supposed - as the owner of a local, used bookstore - that it wasn't really fair to have favorites. You should be grateful, honored, excited, to have all your customers. And you are...

...but there's a certain one that's seemed to have written himself into the pages of your story.

It's not just because he's interesting - it's a progressive town, filled with unique and beatiful, stylish people. It’s not just the dark clothes and heavy jacket, or the handmade scarf he wears wrapped around his chin and neck.

The colors drawing you to it - greens and golds and soft, buttery tan - so similar to one that you own. Its almost as if so used to it, that he doesn't even realize he's still wearing it.

No. It's his visits - always unexpected, never a set day or time he stops by. Always quiet, a polite demeanor as he slips inside, a kind nod your way as you smile at him in greeting.

The way he lingers in the children's books, going over the section you have set aside for new releases. Taking his time to pick something out - always a short book with thick pages, filled with colorful illustrations.

Usually about frogs.

His actions becomes routine with his visits. The way he stops for a small coffee - black - from the little table that stands off to the side, facing one of the bay windows.

It set up on the honor system - coffee, some seasonal toppings, cold bottles of water. A buck or so for each, something to enjoy while shopping. You’ve noticed he never fails to slip a little extra into the worn, wooden box.

Bringing his books to you, setting them carefully on the counter. Always paying in cash, flipping open his wallet, where you can just see the photo of his child, tucked right in the front. The edges of the picture worn and curled, as if he pulled it out often to look at it.

It always makes your heart flip, a warmth in your chest as you total up his purchases. Sometimes sneaking a wrapped cookie into his bag, even if he protests.

There’s a running deal you have with a small, up-and-coming bakery - you sell their cookies here, you get a very small cut of the profit, plus a free cookie per day.

You always save yours, just in case he comes in.

The protests stop after the first couple ones. Now, his eyes flick to yours above the wrapping of the scarf - kind and warm and a dark brown that you could find yourself getting lost in. His voice, muffled but low as he always tells you, "thank you."

You've been at this store for a few years. Already experiencing customers who would buy a book - sell it back for store credit a couple weeks later. It never bothered you, it was just business.

But he never did. You like to imagine the little library his child had acquired, each book hand-picked and sitting on a shelf. Wondering how many until it's filled.

A little sad - wondering if he'll still come back, when it finally is.

Until then, you cherish these meetings. Even if you're certain you're just another stop in the busy life he's sure to have.

Even if you're certain he doesn't think of you at all.

———

The scarves are what brought you to say hello to him in the first place. Yours was different - fringe at the end, a different pattern, but you felt like they could be cousins.

Yours hung from a hook to the side of the register - draped over your woolen coat. Liking to keep it close in case you had to dash outside to fix the rickety book cart, or if someone forgot one of their purchases.

It’s happened before, more than once.

He had stopped by in the past, and you had noticed him. But it took you another few visits before you felt comfortable enough to give a compliment - not wanting to scare him off.

It happens when you’re waiting for the system to come back up - your computer freezing, forcing you to restart it. Your nose wrinkling in embarrassment, murmuring a ‘sorry’ as you watch the spinning wheel on your screen.

His own eyes crinkled at the edges, “Not in a rush, no worries.”

The book sitting between you, your eyes bouncing around the room before landing on him.

“I like your scarf.” You ventured, offering a small smile, “It’s sort of like mine.”

You showed him yours, lifting the edge from the hook - the corner pinched between thumb and forefinger.

He smiled at that, at you drag it down - as he ran his thumb over the row of stitches, "It's beautiful. Did you make it?"

The compliment made your face heat, a little laugh falling from your lips, "No, this was a gift, from a dear friend. I wish I knew how to make one, I just never seem to have time."

He hummed in agreement, and you couldn’t help the little smile that lingered, even as you'’d notices that the computer was waiting you to log in.

Everything got up and running - his sale going through, the ending peppered with you, "Thank you for coming in."

Another squint of his eyes - his answering smile in farewell.

You realized you didn't get the chance to ask him if he made his - but it's almost nice.

Because that meant that it's something you can ask him next time.

———

It feels like horribly bad luck when you lose it.

Rushing out the door, your favorite scarf disappearing somewhere between your car, the cafe next door where you had grabbed breakfast, and the bookshop.

You mourn the loss, incredibly disappointed in yourself. It had been special. Certain little memories tied to it - not to mention the fact that you friend had crafted it for you, stitch by loving stitch.

Going out on your short lunch break to look - coming up empty. Wishing and hoping that perhaps you left it at home, but you're certain you remember pulling it up over your nose this morning, as the wind stung your eyes.

You're almost late getting back - a man standing at the little sign you had on the door, a "be back soon" hastily scrawled across the paper, with a little drawing of a clock.

The apology is sliding from you, fingers cold and fumbling as you slide the key into the lock - the to-go bag tucked awkwardly under your arm. Stopping when he helps ease the door open for you - when you notice who it is.

The kind man with the brown eyes. You don't even know his name, he always pays in cash.

"Thank you. I hope you didn't have to wait." You apologize again, as he follows you in, "I lost my - well, nevermind. You don't need to hear all that."

He hesitates. Like he would listen to your story, and the bit of kindess makes your heart flip.

Instead of continuing, you smile - gesturing over to a recently-updated display, "We got a couple new books in. I set some to the side, I thought you might like them."

Showing him the three you tucked away - their pages filled with colorful pictures, friendly life lessons.

He takes them all.

---

You're getting ready to close when he coming back through the front door - a gust of wind swirling behind him.

Where you're blinking at him - he's never stopped by twice in a day before. Twice a week was even unsual.

Snow clings to his coat, the canvas soaking it in, leaving dark stains behind on his shoulders. He fishes around in his pocket, before pulling out a small, folded bundle.

"You were missing this." He tells you, holding it out - as if he knew you were.

It unfolds in your hands, and you know it - the stripes of sage green bleeding into muted gold. Your scarf. Warm and soft between your fingers.

"Yes. How did you know?"

He shrugs, the movement made from unease, embarasssment. A hand, raising to scratch at the light patch of his beard near his jaw, "It's like mine."

For a second, you don't have words. The gesture so thoughtful that you can't think of what to say.

He mistakes your pause.

"You said you lost something earlier. I found this next to the curb just up the street. I would have been here sooner, but it was soaked, and I wanted to let it dry." It's the most you've ever heard him talk, the words almost rushed, "Glad I made it back in time.

"Thank you." You manage, at last - your eyes soft and warm, “I'm really glad, too."

“Happy to help.” His knuckles rap the counter, before he turns to leave.

Pausing, as he adds, “See you next week.”

He says it like it’s a sure thing - and maybe, it means as much to him, as it does to you.

“Yeah,” You smile, “Next week. I’ll be here.”

The words make you cringe internally as the door closed behind him - because of course you’ll be there. Where else? But you’re unable to help the small smile, as you watch him head up the street, his own scarf pulled up high over his mouth as the snowflakes drift down.

Thinking that maybe - just maybe - your luck has changed.

[dilfcember masterlist]

(tags - @andrewrussgarfield)

[enbycrip]

A fascinating and bittersweet part of my family history here, and a sign of how the lives of very ordinary people end up entwined with the wider world, which here in Britain in the mid-20th century meant with Empire.

This book belonged to my Granda, from when he was sent to Kenya to do National Service. He was, of course, a working class white boy from urban Glasgow, who had already been working full time since he was 14. I grew up with his stories about his time out there - it was frightening, and difficult, because it was so different from what he knew, and he had no choice or say in where or when he went, but it was also incredibly exciting and interesting for him.

I’m entirely sure that he, like most of my family, was neurodivergent, and my guess is autistic; I recognise so many of his mannerisms and features from myself. That can only have made being suddenly moved right out of his context so much more difficult for him. I know he found army discipline initially very difficult; much like me, he always found being told what to do for no good reason incredibly challenging, and all his later jobs were either self-employed - he was a taxi driver for 30+ years - or very self-directed. But he also got to learn to drive a jeep, and then to join the Signals Corps and learn radio physics, which had been a special interest for him since he was a child, and he would never have managed to fund a university degree.

And of course, as this book shows, he got to meet incredibly interesting people from somewhere very different from his own culture, and learn to speak their language. When I was small, he told me a lot of the funniest stories, like the time he and his pal borrowed a couple of horses and mocked up cowboy outfits because all the Kenyan guys in his platoon had only really seen white people in cowboy movies before they joined up, and had a running joke that all of them were actually cowboys at home, so they could go in and be like “Yeehaw, you’ve found us out!”

But he also told me a lot of the stuff that bothered him about being part of the machinery of Empire even when I was small, and, as he said, “I was just a wee boy then myself and didn’t know anything about anything either”; things like him being put in command of a Kenyan squad of black soldiers literally just because he was white. He told me about being expected to give orders to this incredibly experienced sergeant in his forties, who had been through WWII, when he was a 17 year old working class boy from Glasgow, and being very much “there is no way this is remotely right, or makes any sense whatsoever.” My Granda, of course, was a member of the Communist Party, and I think being in the position of seeing - and having to be part of - colonialism and Empire close-up definitely influenced his politics later in life.

He also got to meet just ordinary Kenyan people too; he told me stories about going to the markets to buy stuff from old ladies who reminded him of the ladies selling in the Barras back in Glasgow, and when one of his guys got married and brought his new wife in to meet everyone. She was initially very nervous, but then laughed her head off as my Granda tried out his Swahili on her.

My Granda died in 2019, just a few months before COVID first hit. He’s still very present to me in so many ways - I have a photo of him up in my kitchen, and inherited his compost bins and rain butt for my garden - but I always think of him in particular when I’m working on my history stuff. I’m going to treasure this book.

I think a lot about this whenever anyone claims modern Brits “shouldn’t have to feel guilty about Empire”. This is a place where my direct family history intersects very directly with Empire just two generations back from me. And yes, my Granda was just a radio operator and a driver, was never more than a private, and happily left the army as soon as he could. But he was still part of the imperial machinery when Britain was doing horrendous shit in Kenya, little as he wanted to be, and much as he felt having to do that was imposed on him as a Scot for an English Empire.

And of course he, like I, grew up and have lived our lives in Glasgow, a city whose wealth was built on imports from sugar plantations, and imperial trade, and thus from slavery. And so both of us benefitted from that, despite being just ordinary working class people.

This is the nature of Empire. The benefits and the oppression are both frequently diffuse. Co-option happens. While some people benefit *enormously* - there are still many *incredibly* wealthy families descended from slave owners who have only used that wealth to further entrench their privilege - and far more only suffer exploitation, in such a vast institution so many people live in a complex place where they experience both benefits and exploitation, in a thousand complex variations.

So I don’t see it as being about “guilt”, but about acknowledgement, and about reparations. There are things I owe to people who are still experiencing adverse circumstances, poverty and exploitation now because of things the British Empire did that I am still benefitting from the results of. Sometimes that’s direct mutual aid, to individuals or organisations. Sometimes it’s fighting for my country to provide reparations, change its actions, or even just acknowledge actions and ongoing benefit. And sometimes it’s learning, and passing that knowledge on.

[bunny--manders]

Some photos of Appalachia for @kjzx to set the mood as you listen to the podcast!

This is what the mountains look like. The range is so old that they've actually eroded a bit over time, so they look softer and more rounded than the dramatic ranges out west like the Rockies, Cascades, Olympics, etc.

Child coal miners in Gary, West Virginia in 1908. The coal mining industry could be incredibly inhumane to its workers, and some of the most brutal suppression of labor movements in American history happened when workers tried to fight for better conditions. The podcast goes into real life mining disasters.

One of the most famous modern mining disasters--this coal mine caught on fire and couldn't be put out, and a whole town had to be abandoned because of it. The mine might continue burning for centuries.

I can't recall if the podcast mentions kudzu--it's an incredibly invasive plant that has been destroying Appalachian forests. Just driving by an infested forest is eerie because the vines will completely engulf trees and buildings.

A "holler" is a distinctive type of settlement in mountain hollows. They have their own unique culture and accent which people outside the area often stigmatize as uneducated. People living in these areas are often cut off from the best jobs, education, infrastructure, and healthcare and their state governments have done very little to help them for centuries.

I'm very interested in historical stories about bootlegging, and you'll hear a lot about people hiding stills for distilling liquor in the mountains so that they could make alcohol during Prohibition or during times of high taxes on liquor. It's very hard to police a whole lot of small, isolated towns in the mountains where the locals know the forest much better than federal agents coming in from out of town. My home state's official anthem, Rocky Top, actually has a verse implying that federal agents were murdered in the mountains while they were searching for an illegal moonshine still.

An example of music from the area. It's influenced by a combination of British immigrants, other European immigrants, and traditional African and African-American music.

A photo from the Appalachian Trail, a trail built in the 1920s that runs over 2,000 miles through the mountains. I'm biased because I love the forests where I live now so much, but I still think the Appalachians are some of the most beautiful parts of the country.

A storyteller talking about the very long history of Appalachian folk stories and repeating a story passed on through the oral tradition. Some of the stories still told in Appalachia are hundreds of years old and come from a blend of European and African folklore. I really love the way the podcast captures that beautiful style and cadence. It very much fits into the long history of ghost stories set in the mountains. I'm intrigued that you picked up on similarities to Russian storytelling traditions. I bet there are a lot of similarities with the way working-class families living in remote mountainous areas pass stories from generation to generation.

That's just a little taste of Appalachian history and culture! Basically: It's one of the most beautiful parts of America, but also one of the most badly treated by companies that exploited its people and natural resources and state governments that didn't do much to help people living in the area. I grew up in a city near but not in Appalachia, one that made a lot of money selling its culture to tourists but ultimately didn't give as much back as it should to the people living there. Parts of Appalachian culture have definitely become folksy novelties.

(BTW, if you've ever heard of Dolly Parton, she's probably the most famous modern celebrity from Appalachia and she's done a TON of work helping the communities she came from, which is part of why people love her so much!)

[hazbinhappy]

My Hazbin OC - Sunnie :)

I really went in on her background and it is very much subject to change but her look is solidified 🫶🏽 look at the pretty princess (and Velv cameo) i promise my handwringing is good it’s just the pen i used 😭

Here is some of her Hell background! (More like most of it lmao ngl I might just private post headcanons and blurbs of her unless yall wanna see her suffer or have a bit of a fun time)

I need to make it known: I do not condone a single thing Val ever has and will do that man is a bad and deserves to be in Hell. Making this OC a moth was purely based on the fact her and Val represent 2 different things about moths: Val is the symbolic meaning for endings/death and mysteries in night while Sunnie is the literal moth, they are beautiful and cute little creatures! She was going to be an orchid mantis because she was going to originally just be a girl who dated guys and played with their feelings before ghosting them but I liked this route more! But yeah I am not his supporter but I think he’s an interesting character/villain and I want to see him be explored more as long with the other V’s because they need more to their stories! Like Vox and Alastor! More Velvette!! Valentino and Angel backstory??? Anyways my want for more history and every character is for another day! do expect to see her more <3

i think when you wake up in Hell you don't have many memories from your past life (you can start to remember more if you try, but some people don't find any point). when she woke up in Hell she didn't remember much past who her family and friends was and her death

she went to hell for killing a girl who assaulted her friend

she met Velvette while she was trying to find photography work! she saw that Velvette (or at least her assistant) had put out an ad on Voxtagram (is that what it was called?) and immediately applied and sent in her portfolio

she thankfully got hired....but she had to sell her soul which was unfortunate, but hey a job and free housing

after a couple months Velvette mentions how Valentino wants a photoshoot done for Angel Dust

Sunnie vaguely remembers those names in passing and doesn't remember if she's ever seen a photo of them

when she goes to the studio to start taking photos she freezes when she sees Valentino

she knew he'd be Hell of course, he wasn't a good man

but she never thought she'd see her father again

he's talking to her as if she's any assistant until she starts speaking back to him

Angel notices the weird vibes, but he just poses and leaves

Val and Sunnie don't talk, but it's an unspoken thing that no one will nor should know (so not even Vox or Velvette know)

she grew to resent him once he passed so he has this ideal little girl stuck in his mind while she has a father who exposed to a lifestyle she shouldn’t have known

she knows about the hotel and has considered it occasionally because she wonders if her mom is in heaven (she died when she was a little in elementary so when Val died she went to her maternal family)

but she doesn’t because she genuinely cares for Velvette (if Velvette genuinely love for her is up in the air because she owns Sunnie's soul sooooo, but she seems to care about her)

she spends most of her time just taking random photos for Velvette's professional account, but she does have silly photos of other works (even from the other V's)

she tries to avoid Val most of the time, but sometimes it's unavoidable

they don't...really ever have an actual heart to heart about how things are now, but he has reached out and she's never replied unless it's "your late to the shoot" "velvette wants to know what time you're coming"

maybe one day she'll reach out, but it won't be anytime soon cause she hates him so much for the time being

Her Life background!

like i said they're relationship is based off of Marty Hodas and his daughter's relationship! She always seems kind of put off of growing up in that sexual environment and just didn't like it and Marty Hodas was considered like the King of Peep Shows/Porn

i like to think Val only had her as his kid and she was his little princess and he took her everywhere and didn't care as long as she wasn’t directly involved

Anice did stay away from that as she grew up, it became easier when Val died (apparently in the 70s) when she was 13 because she lived with her maternal family who weren’t involved with that

she did have a nice friend group! speaking of friend group they were drunk driving and all 5 of them (2 guys, 2 girls, and her) died in a multiple car wreck in 1985 (yes they stayed friends in Hell!)

she was going to college to be a photographer!

she wasn't necessarily a doormat, but she didn't often speak up about how she feels about things

I know I said she didn’t like her dad once she realized what he did and what she grew up around but she kept validating what he did by saying he was a single dad and had to take care of her and not leave her at home

so in a sense she idolized him, but in a parental way

adolescent psych doing me some good

to expand on the murder thing: her guy best friend (he’s not like a small dude either he’s big) was about to be in a not good situation so anice stabbed the girl. Was she happy about it? No, she felt like a monster. But her and friend stayed friends and covered it up. It was traumatic and it was a secret only for them to carry to their graves. She still hasn’t told anyone and won’t.

she really loves strawberry shortcake and care bears without shame and was a collector of them (she did sob when she realized she wouldn't have any of them when she died)

God I wrote a lot and drew a lot over the past 3 days so I’ll leave it here idk if I’ll revise her and change things up but a 100% is that her mom is in heaven because her mom ACTIVELY stayed away from that part of Val’s life. They only married to avoid people gossiping otherwise they weren’t together in the slightest.

ummmm YEAH so that's Sunnie/Anice and i love her

[slowroadtosantiago]

Santiago de Compostella

I have decided to carry on with the blog for a few more days until we get home, I suppose we’re still having our adventure and it will help us remember what we did in years to come. But the stories are likely to be a bit more mundane now so can be skipped if you are bored. However, we’ve just had a cracking evening with our Camino family and that needs telling.

So, starting at this morning, we had a good night’s sleep and didn’t wake until nearly 8! However, we’re not sure if Jane has a few bed bug marks or it’s just heat rash. We’re a bit paranoid now. Check out was at 11, a real luxury when most albergues chuck you out at 8 if you’re not already gone by then.

There was a cafe just up the road so we went for breakfast then stopped at a pharmacy on the way back to get some stronger bite cream as I was discovering new bites (just mossies probably).

Our next stop was the airbnb so we asked the man on the reception desk of last night’s hostal if he could call us a taxi. It was a bit lazy as it was only just over 1 km away but it would mean we’d get very sweaty carrying the rucksacks! I’m glad we did as we’ve booked our ride to the airport on Friday with the same driver.

We dropped our bags but it was too early to check in so went back into town for a wander. The first place we found was the market housed in a lovely old complex. We found a nice souvenir shop where we bought a few bits. We then meandered for a while stopping for coffee in a small square where a man was busking. The streets of the old town are narrow with some very interesting shops.

Some of the streets near the cathedral are renown for their silversmith shops and we found one selling some really nice pieces which took my eye.

I had messaged Alex, to find out when she and the gang might be arriving so after the shopping we went back to the main square to wait for them all and spent a very happy time people watching. It was interesting seeing the mix of emotions as people entered the square, some crying and some obviously thinking ‘is that it?’

Laura also turned up to wait and eventually we saw them all, congratulated them, gave them big hugs, took their photos then left them to it to adjust and get their Compostellas with the promise of meeting later for food.

Jane and I were starving by then so went back to an Italian we had seen on the way in for their menu meal. I’m not sure how we’re going to adjust to 20 minute lunches when we spent the best part of 2 hours sat on a table outside people watching, eating and enjoying a couple of glasses of wine (it was just the two).

The cathedral didn’t have any services on so we got a proper look at what was inside. There were some interesting chapels and the altar piece is quite something. But the tranquility was spoilt by the noise of drilling coming from one of the side chapels.

It was time to get to the airbnb. It’s a very nice clean and airy two bed flat about 8 minutes from the cathedral. Jane’s got the double bedroom and I’m in bunks again, for the last time in a while I hope!

Alex messaged about meeting up so we all met in the main cathedral square along with some new friends they had met on the way.

There were going to be 11 for food so we went back to the same tapas bar as yesterday on the off chance they could fit us in, and as we were early we were lucky and they did after a short wait.

I thought it was a bit fishy when Ernest took charge of the ordering with so many of us there. We had some beautiful dishes, and lots of them, before he and Tim let on that they would be covering the bill. It was a really lovely evening, full of chatter and story telling, a wonderful way to finish the journey with our Camino family.

We finished the evening buying ice creams for everyone from a shop up the street. I have a new favourite of ‘cheesecake’.

After some big hugs we said goodbye and are now settling down quite late for us. Tomorrow is our day trip to Finisterre.

[cheeriosinyourspoon]

the gathering

now where do i start? oh yes, my emotions. validated? not by you. but by everyone else. so this is what i have gathered so far. some food to fuel your thoughts. 1. Why does my presence always seem make her upset? Evidence: Everyone at the UNESCO booth saw it. 2. Why did she ask people to not "layan" me that much? Evidence: Kuching Festival, ask everyone. 3. Why did she have to take a photo of her in your cap AND she has it pinned on her Instagram. Evidence:

4. The things/stories that she posts on your various social media pages are irrelevant to you as a chef. Evidence:

what does that have to do with you as a chef? 5. All the jobs that she has brought for you are low paying & low quality ones. Do you even need her, bro? (Hint: even Greg thinks you're better off without her) Evidence: Uh, hello? 6. Everyone at Kuching Festival hated her. Evidence: Ask everyone 7. She brings so much unnecessary chaos into your life. Evidence: - When you said you needed to rest, what was her response? "You're throwing your career away." "You're throwing all my hard work away." - Refer to cap photo (and many others) 8. If anything, you have elevated her status and she is now a "chef" even though she is technically not one. I doubt if she even knows how to cook well. Evidence: refer to JP. 9. She is trying to ruin your friendship with your friends and taking you away from your support system. Evidence: who is the source of all your quarrels/flights with your friends? She had the gall to tell JP that he was not looking out for you when she created unnecessary stress for you in the first place. 10. Have you ever considered that maybe she is the one with the problem and not her husband/in-laws and that her relationship with them is so strained because she is actually a really sh*tty person who manipulated her husband into marrying her and now he's trapped with two kids. No evidence here but again, just food for thought. 11. She is so insecure, she specifically bragged on her Instagram to show the world that your family bought flowers for her on her birthday. Not even her family got an appreciation post. Who even does that? Evidence: Refer to Instagram 12. Let's face it, Cloud 99 was a failed business. She sells liquid nitrogen from an ice cream truck. It is not even an everyday affair. If it were successful (like she said it was) then why does she not want to open a shop? I am certain if it were a successful business, she would have been able to expand and grow her business. (I have SO MANY pointers for this, my goodness) There's a lot more where that came from but I'm just too drained to write everything out. One thing is for sure though. she needs to get out of your life. you need to be freed from her. she does not have your best interest in mind. if she did, she would not have done/continue to do all these things. On a completely separate yet similar note, I am pissed. I am pissed because that cap photo is still up there. Did she apologise to you? Did she apologise to me? Did she even bother take it down? NO. In fact, she pinned the damn photo on her Instagram page. Don't tell me that she did not know that it was pinned. What load of fking bullsh*t. We are way too old to be believing sh*t like that. The fact that you did not insist that she take it down/delete the photo made me feel so disrespected. The fact that you did not stand up for us made me doubt your sincerity. You can say that you do not want to create drama and that you're ending the professional relationship with her after this, but the blatant disrespect that she has for us is just appalling! How can you let her do this to us? How can you let her disrespect us/me like that? Every damn time someone tells me about that photo, i just get so bloody pissed because when you do not tell her to take it down, it's as if you are giving her the green light to continue sh*tting all over us and our relationship. Or rather, you are not communicating clearly to her that she is fking disrespecting me. or maybe she is just weapons-grade dense. seriously. bless her heart and everything that comes out of her. cause it is never anything good. <insert eye roll emoji here> sekian.

[notafunkiller]

Is it just me or the aw likes to fallowers just dont add up? Her post are getting less and less likes by post. The last one where she add sebs movie in her photos get only 13 k, what is so little compare to her cannes baits this is not even close to be on the same level. This and her job posts are getting so little that they cant brake the 20k likes. Under her work post its something normal now, what shows that even shippers actually dont care about her and what she do, the most likes and the most comments are under her baits post or the post she add after pap walk or bait in her story, people and shippers are ther for: 1.seb, 2.drama, 3.shippers whant to show that aw is seb real love. But noone is there for her, when she post her job. And 13k its something accounts with smaller number of fallowers could get not someone who claim to have 1m fallowers, for that amound her post should get around 27k/30k and up to 50k or 60k if not more, and nothing like this happened with her last posts. The sadest one was 7 k under her mercy post. And now when she post seb she cant even get enought attention, 13k is nothing this post will not be even show as recomende one, and you would think it will get her what she whant. But latley she is loosing attention so quick, her attending party with seb-nothing, baits-minimum and if so sad one, pap walk with friend-floop, pap walk with seb- dont even happen yet seb was quick to do one alone in nyc days after he leave london. I think she is losing people who were interested in her, only shippers stay and they fighting with all they got to keep her alive, more she lose more edits, accounts and stories shippers create its like pattern, but nothing help her, people unfallowing her daily, for months she lose and its not getting any better.

It looks bad, even the attention is not there, she is doing everything yet end up willyh nothing and seb is walking around promoting movies, doing interviews, pap walks and cutting her off not mentioning her, and he prefere to take pic with his friends who spend time with him at the premieres.

Does aw finally reach the level that only shippers care about her?(more her rs with seb than her but still) or does this is comming to the end with her droping and seb rising ? I whant to know what you think

Hi, so she is not a famous actress. She's a C list I guess... so she is more of an influencer tbh these days.

Magazines refer to her as someone's partner in the title (which shows she is not "important/strong" enough to draw audience or/and for people to know who she is to sell) and professionally she is still known mostly for Grace (after so many years...) or as a girl from horror films and the girl Guy Ritchie talked negatively about. She is also known for being bffs with jared leto (who is an abuser) and so on.

So mostly just some of peaky blinders fans care about what she posts and the shippers. Because she didn't have any other particular important project. And I do not mean it hateful... I am actually surprised since she has the family that she has and the resources. I thought that after Peaky Blinders (despite my opinion of her acting which is negative. And it's really bad when you compare her performance to the rest of the cast') there is a chance for her to actually get for real in the industry bc the success of the show, but she didn't. And I think the problem was her acting. And still is + her attitude (based on what different fans, pa's, crew memebers and costars said)

I never analyzed her following and unfollowing, but as someone who works in marketing, I can say that the fact that people do not follow you is more "harmful" than the unfollowing. Because even big names and brands have constant unfollows, but not having many people following you shows you are not interesting to them at all and the platforms won't push your content. And for influencers that is a big problem. Especially if you want freebies. That's why they try to ride big waves. An example is when influencers have the "story time" moments (with scandalous/emotional/polarizing/sad stories etc) to draw peolle outside their usual audience and then they post an ad/freebie after... so the views are high and when they present the numbers to brands, they decide most likely to continue the collab or send them things in the future too.

(Look when she is baiting or posting... when Sebastian has news or is somewhere bc his fans will check her stories and posts to see if there is anything about him)

[lostbetweenthepagesofthesebooks]

A Court of Thorns and Roses

I tried hard to stay away. Not that hard, clearly. But I put up a good fight against it. I just naturally pull away from things when they get super popular for whatever reason… It’s like I get interested when things calm down. I did this with Game of Thrones and Breaking Bad. After all the people went quiet (in some sense), then I went and watched these. Sort of the same thing here with ACOTAR… but the series basically fell in my lap. A good friend INSISTED. And she let me borrow her book for free. If I’m getting handed something, I’m not gonna turn it down… for the most part anyways.

Now that I’ve gotten into the series… I actually kind of get it. It’s not great writing, but it’s certainly not terrible. But that’s besides the point. The books are just fun. That’s all it really is. It’s all just easy, fun writing/story-telling. 

Let’s get into it….

(photo not mine... seems I forgot to take a picture of my friends book before giving it back... 😬)

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Rating: 3 Characters: 2 ½-3 Plot: 3

In this book, we have the Humans and then we have the Fae. There was an apparent war at some point, which we get some details of as the story goes and as the books go, which divided the land. On one little side the human’s reside, and on a much larger side the Fae reside. The Fae lands are divided into 7 courts: Night, Day, Dawn, Winter, Summer, Autumn, and Spring. There’s also a sliver called Under The Mountain. And there’s an island known as Hybern. In this book, we focus on the mortal lands, Spring Court, and Under the Mountain.

We start in the mortal land with our main character: Feyre. Fey-ruh. She lives with her two sisters, Elain and Nesta, and their dad, Mr. No-name Archeron. Feyre… I don’t know… to me she doesn’t have much of a personality throughout this book. Or rather maybe her personality develops as the books go. May be wishful thinking to make the book better in my head, not sure, but maybe Feyre basically couldn’t develop a personality with her upbringing and everything that happened to their family; and as the book goes, she learns what makes her, her. Might be reaching on that one, but I’m also not done with the books, so. But the family started off basically as the elites, and then crumbling into poverty where Feyre had to become the sole provider in her family via hunting and gathering. 

I have to side step here for a second to note that she does have a passion for painting and colors and textures. It’s portrayed that she’s actually a fairly good painter…. But I find this very curious. 1. She talks about how she has to basically spend all her time attempting to hunt and find sustenance for her and her family. So where is the time to build this skill? Maybe it was encouraged when she was younger? But growing up is when her family was wealthy and a lot of time was spent socializing and politics from the way she tells it. 2. They have no money. She can sell the hides of the animals she hunts, but she makes it out that all the money just ends up going to her sisters for “trivial” things. So… it feels a little silly that somehow Feyre is a really good painter. I almost wish SJM didn’t make the Archeron’s like… borderline deadbeat poor, but I digress.

Now the Archeron’s… to hear Feyre tell it… she makes these three out to be pretty bad. But then they all get redeemed? Well not Daddy Archeron… seems like Daddy Archeron can burn for all the sisters really care, especially Nesta. Elain, the youngest, she seems to like the most. Elain is the baby sister and everyone feels this way towards her, meaning the family all wants to protect her at all cost. Elain is portrayed as the sweetest of the three sisters. She’s kind, loving, and just wants a perfect little gardenscape to tend. Which doesn’t seem that bad… but then Feyre goes on to mention that Elain is basically Nesta’s shadow, so at times, Elain doesn’t treat Feyre that kindly. Which I suppose isn’t horrible, but it’s also not great when remembering that Feyre literally does everything to keep the family alive and Elain just uses the monies. Now Nesta… she’s intense. Nesta is somewhat cruel to Feyre, which automatically put me off at first. Unless it’s Elain. Then Nesta becomes all teeth, claws, and venom. But still. Feyre’s telling of her sisters in the book is not a kind one, which feels almost disconcerting in the following books. As for Mr. Archerson. Literally useless. Lets his daughter go out and hunt in a dangerous forest. Doesn’t bother attempting to provide for any of his daughters… dotes on Elain because she’s baby.

Now, for the most part, the whole human realm hates faeries. At the point of where the humans are now, it’s just engrained to hate faeries. Feyre mentions that sometimes faeries like to cross the wall to mess with/torture/kill humans, but there’s an impression that this doesn’t happen to frequently anymore. But by default: Feyre just hates faeries. Which I actually didn’t really like.. I was really hoping she would have more of a compelling reason to hate faeries besides being “told” to hate faeries. I was hoping for maybe a background story… like maybe they were the reason for her family’s downfall into poverty (yes, sorry, spoiler there). But no. I just felt like this was a missed opportunity for SJM.

Something occurs which results in the “big bad” faerie to come into the human realm and steal Feyre away. This was anticlimactic for me. Now… once we find out what the whole deal is way later in the book… it makes more sense. But still, even after finding out, I’m not impressed. It could have gone down much more dramatically for one. And I really think this would’ve been much more impactful if there was some sort of tie to Feyre hating faeries so much. I was really envisioning some sort of tie where Tamlin’s family ruined Feyre’s family is where I’m getting at here.

Tamlin, the “big bad” faerie, takes Feyre away to the Fae realm, into his lands: Spring Court. Very beautiful. Very Spring. And then starts a weird mating process essentially. We meet Alis, one of Tamlin’s servants, kinda bitchy towards Feyre but we still love her actually. We meet Lucien, Tamlin’s second. Also very bitchy towards Feyre, but certainly way more interesting to me than Tamlin. Anyways… Feyre is so resistant… until suddenly she isn’t because Tamlin couldn’t give her a good enough compliment one day and she’s butthurt. major eyeroll

I honestly did not like a good majority of this book. I didn’t like the quick pacing to meeting beast-Tamlin and then slowed pacing while in the Spring court and these weird moments between Tamlin and Feyre. None of it really made sense to me. I got none of that sexual tension or frustration from these two. And while later on that’s actually totally fine… I think it would’ve been really good to have a solid building between these two, and Feyre to the Spring Court. But at this point, neither character had a lot of substance to me, and that was another flaw in SJM’s writing in this book.

We do learn about an important curse that’s on Spring Court, and a “blight” upon the lands. Said blight is actually a faerie named Amarantha, who we actually hate but I do think SJM did a good job writing her. She’s basically the queen over the land attempting to subdue all the high lords and courts under her rein. She’s smart, has to be, at least, if she subdued all of them and kept them as such for 50 years. She’s chaotic and psychotic, which we get more of when we get Under the Mountain. We also get to meet a very important character at some weird sex ritual the Spring Court holds: Rhysand. No. He’s not in the actual ritual, obviously weirdo Tamlin is. But Rhysand is important. 

The latter half of the book, when we get Under the Mountain? Now that’s where it gets fun for me. Under the Mountain is where SJM ups the ante. The trials that Feyre has to go through in an attempt to break the curse and free all the faeries from Amarantha are wild. We get to see Amarantha on full display with her cruel trials. Finally, I’m interested. Finally, no weird mating dance between Feyre and Tamlin. All three trials are different and I don’t know which one is my favorite… but I will say the second one is slightly funny; especially when you think of all the TikToks and memes. 

Spoiler: Feyre completes all three trials and frees the faeries. I won’t explain the trials. I won’t explain the ultimate showdown, and the little interesting twists. But I think it’s obvious that Feyre accomplishes her task and then some because there’s 5 more books (now possibly 6?! I don’t know if I need that many books for this series… but go off I guess SJM). Then Feyre goes home with Tamlin and lives happily ever after…. Or does she!?

Luckily this book ended in a good enough bang with just enough intrigue to where I wanted to see what happened next, if it hadn’t, there would be no way. I’m glad I slogged my way through this book to get to the following books because ACOTAR ain’t it for me. Obviously you have to read it to get to the better content (and slightly better writing imo), but it might be a doozy for you. I won’t say I won’t read this book ever again… because I do reread Twilight and that’s also fairly rough in writing and what not… but it’ll be awhile before I do. I know this is a common statement from the all the ACOTAR superfans, but unfortunately they are right. If you absolutely do not want to get bogged down with this series, I totally get that as well especially considering all the shit with SJM. Unfortunately I don't DNF easily... I mean I certainly came close, but then I got hooked. And here we are.

Read on beautiful people. 📖🤘

[kurakurakura99]

Well apparently the statue of limitations in that state is like 10 years and I don't remember how old I was when this happened, so sure why not if you wanna story. I really just wanted to vent about the fact that I was forced to help my (Awful) mother grow pot for a season, and she went on about yada yada yaday I'll pay you, yada yada. I was ecstatic because at the end of the summer, when we totaled up the amount that my labor was worth (No idea how this was done: I didn't neccessarily clock in to plant marijuana in our back yard) I was told I was looking at a cool 3,000 dollars:more money than I'd had access to in my life because I was like, 13 at the time. So 3,000 dollars was alot of money and I tells my mom, hey, buy me a fucking mobile home of some kind. My parents were unsuprisingly abusive and I really wanted an RV so as soon as I graduated I could just go literally anywhere but where they lived:at least in my mind. again, I was like 13. So my mother, dumb cunt that she is, decides to go on fucking craigslist and start looking for RVs. Doesn't pay me out the money, of course, but puts it down on buying an RV from some fucker out a few states over, and like the listing is sketchy as shit, no photos or details or anything I hated it, tried to tell my mom this was a bad idea and please please please don't spend my drug money on this obvious scam. WELL LO AND BEHOLD IT WAS A FUCKING SCAM. But no, my mother, absolute buffoon that she is, just can't accept that she's done something wrong and frankly, stupid, and gets it in her head that paypal somehow mysteriously took her-in truth, MY-money. to this day, she refuses to use Paypal. She paid me for something I did recently (A miracle to be sure, and not even illegal this time!) by mailing me a fucking money order. this took two weeks. And Idk I get really salty about it because now that I'm an adult I can't help but think:Oh man 3,000 dollars would really get me out of a bind here. 3,000 dollars would be pretty helpful right now. Even if I just had an RV I could sell or use or SOMETHING, or if I just got to have it as a living space instead of the shack my family put me in at the time, I'd be just that much better off. Theres also the fact that she never stopped just...scamming people, too? I have friends that still live near her and almost invariably I"ll hear that my bitch of a mother owes them hundreds or thousands of dollars. I don't know if this story was nearly as interesting as I made it sound in the first post but god it PISSED me off and I'm not sure how legal the whole thing was:being a minor and all at the time working in such a capacity.

Hey if I make a post about something illegal that happened like 8 years ago can I get in trouble

[jade-parcels]

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The bunnies’ other jobs!

From my bunny cafe au

((I am so peeved :((( I had this all written out!! And I deleted it by accident!! Darnnnnn!!!))

Anon asked “You mentioned that some of the bunnies have day jobs so do they all have jobs outside the cafe or just a few?” (Something along these lines…again…I deleted it by accident 😔)

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Diluc/‘Angel’

After his father got bored with the wine industry, he passed the whole company off to Diluc on his 18th birthday in order to shift his focus to mining. Diluc found himself swamped with all kinds of business decisions while just barely being an adult. He expanded the company and hired some very trustworthy people to handle things for him so he could finish college

When the business was given to him, Diluc and Kaeya had an explosive fight over it. Kaeya felt like he deserved to have some say in what happens to the business, he’s still a part of the family! But Diluc refused to let him in on any decisions so Kaeya packed his bags and left (not before cussing him out in front of their father, staff and business partners). He was just in a silly, goofy mood. They’re fine now, not on the best terms but they do chat and meet up for lunch on occasion.

He is filthy rich, he couldn’t spend all of his all of his money if he tried, so he doesn’t really need the job at the cafe! Kaeya got him the job because he knew his brother was stuck in a weird, antisocial funk and needed some fun in his life

Diluc loves this job, he has a great time, but it isn’t his main job. His priority will always be the family business!! If he has to quit his job at the cafe, he would in a heartbeat

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Kaeya

Kaeya was going to go into the police academy but was scouted out by a modeling agency. They had seen him at Ragnvindr company events and thought ‘well damn’ so they gave him a pretty generous deal

Kaeya makes a good living off of modeling, the tips and paycheck from the cafe. He rakes in cash pretty quickly just cause he knows how to get it. That, and his dad sends him checks every other month as well. Kaeya thinks of it as ‘I’m sorry’ money. He isn’t wrong

He doesn’t travel much for modeling, which he doesn’t mind, so he kinda just hangs around the city with a lot of free time on his hands between photo shoots. That’s why he got this job at the cafe! It gives him something to do and it’s fun as hell ;)

Albedo

Bedo is one busy bunny. He finished college early and is getting his masters degree online. He works most days at the cafe and on the weekends, he tutors other college students in bio/chem/science related subjects

(He was actually Xiao’s tutor back when he was failing chemistry!! Xiao is very thankful for Albedo’s help!!)

His dream is to become a biochemist, he’s always been interested in cells and what makes up living beings. So having a career in that field would make him the happiest man alive

His mother and sister live outside the city in a more rural area so he spends a lot of time FaceTiming the two of them! Klee is always so excited to hear about Albedo’s experiments or the people he’s met while working in such a bustling, fun city :)

Zhongli

Zhongli is a simple man! He’s a bunny waiter and an artist

He creates intricate pieces based on folklore from different cultures, focusing mostly on dragons. His favorite medium is paint, he loves painting on glass and layering the panes in order to create a 3D piece

He sells his works to galleries, shops and anyone who wants them! As long as they appreciate the story behind the artwork. Sadly…He undersells his work. He could def be making more money but he just does not desire money or material goods the way others may

So he got his job at the cafe in order to help out his dear friend Ningguang, not for money, he only planned on working there for a month or two until she got more bunnies but…he ended up really loving the people he works with :’) he looks forward to working with them now and texts/calls them outside of work to meet up for lunch or bowling (such an old man thing to do omfg)

Dainsleif/‘Sweetie’

Dain was a bouncer at another bar before leaving to come to Celestia’s! He’s good friends with Beidou, they belong to the same motorcycle club so when she was talking to him about the lack of security at the cafe/bar, he stepped in to help out

Little did he know…he’d actually become a bunny…And like it

This is his full time job now, he doesn’t have another for the time being. While he is a bunny at the cafe, he still keeps an eye out for any threats to his coworkers and has access to the offices upstairs (Ningguang’s office and the security office)

When he isn’t waiting tables, he’s upstairs in a tank top and sweatpants keeping an eye on the security cameras and talking to the other security guards through their ear pieces

Ajax

Ajax is a student who doesn’t really have much time on his hands

He mows lawns in the summer and he’s quit his job as a cashier to come work at the cafe! He mostly works night shifts his cause he’s still going to school aaaaaand he’s on his college’s swim team! He’s about to graduate so he works close with his coach to help train the others on the team

He doesn’t really want his family knowing that he skips around in a skimpy bunny outfit and fucking customers most nights but I mean…They’re bound to find out if they see him in pictures people post

Xiao/‘Tofu’

Xiao is an art student!! He wants to be a tattoo artist :)

He’s already got one sleeve of tattoos, it’s unfinished but you can’t really tell just by looking. When he isn’t at the cafe, he’s either in class or shadowing Ganyu, his best friend and tattoo artist. Their art styles greatly differ, she focuses her craft on cutesy, colored tattoos, but she is skilled. And Xiao looks up to her

Xiao admires Zhongli too, they met at the cafe and when Zhongli found out Xiao wants to be a tattoo artist he told him that once he’s licensed, he wants to get a tattoo from him :’)

Baizhu/‘Honey’

Baizhu is a (mostly) full time pharmacist, hence why he isn’t usually at the cafe

He also has a niece, Qiqi, who he babysits often. He loves her very much so he has no problem watching her! Baizhu will even bring her to the pharmacy with him when he’s swamped with work. In the break room, he has a play kitchen, coloring books and a bunch of puzzles to keep Qiqi occupied while he works :)

When he’s not at work, he’s at home resting. He has chronic pain flare ups in his back and shoulders that can make life miserable :( he has plenty of good days that outweigh the bad! And as a pharmacist, he has access to any medicine he needs to make his life easier!

Dottore(Alain)/‘Doc’

Alain’s an oral surgeon who’s a little bit….too into his job

He isn’t phased by blood or gore so he’s easily able to conduct procedures that would make other squeamish. He’ll pull teeth, put in dental implants, remove rotten tissue, any of that without even flinching

Outside of that, he works at the cafe. He wears a mask in order to avoid being recognized even though at his job as a surgeon, he’s usually wearing a medical mask anyways. It’s just a precaution

This has nothing to do with his career but he used to be a tap dancer and actor so he’d join in on local theatre shows! He helped build sets when he wasn’t rehearsing. He doesn’t have time for that anymore (which kinda makes him sadddd) but he has all kinds of theatre playlists on his phone and in his car that he’ll sing along to

Scaramouche/‘Boss’

Scara’s job at the cafe is his main job! His side job is something you may not expect from such a grump

He works at an animal shelter! In fact, he brings cats home to train so they have an increased chance of being adopted. Someone is more likely to adopt a potty trained, socialized cat than a feral cat who doesn’t know what a litter box is. So Scara brings them to his apartment for some one-on-one socializing, training and cuddling

One time he offhandedly mentioned working at an animal shelter while he was working at the cafe and sure enough, three separate customers from the cafe came by to adopt!!! Only one actually took an animal home but he was still surprised that those people had listened to him and cared enough to come by

Scara is a jerk most of the time but when he’s at home…by himself…With a lil kitten sleeping in his lap while he plays games on his PC…Yeah, he softens up a bit

So as you can see, we have a very diverse group working at the cafe! They’ve all learned a lot from each other, come to appreciate each other’s friendship and come to help each other out when one of their coworkers is in need or upset.

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hahaha lol I'm back, so I was thinking, how about Azul being a supplier of potions and oddities he collects from dying sailors and sells to Idia, maybe that's how they knew of each other, they're in between friends, acquaintances, and business partners since idia runs the black market right? perhaps that's how idia knows of mc's necklace. Azul probably ranted to him about mc and idia's now curious, a clue on how to save his family and stop the suffering of ortho? sign him up in the manhunt for you, except he really doesn't know how to convince mc to part ways with their precious heirloom, maybe if he helps azul capture their heart as a favour, they'll help him with the curse, he's not really interested in romance but if it'll save his brother he would help azul woo them and sweep them off their feet, but the thought of interacting with other people practically gives him hives and rashes, yeah no he'll rather stick to book characters thank you very much

PFPSLWOFOAWL YEP- THEYRE TRADE PARTNERS

you would think that’d be the opposite since they both run markets, but nope! they get alone infamously well.

would often ship things to one another, and are even 2/3 of the tri-trade comission. that holds special auctions once a year for vips, and them.

azul definitely tells idia about grim- wanting to learn more about the strange feline that looks oddly similar to the hell’s fires in the underworld. but when idia says he hasn’t got a clue, they’re both on high alert.

and idia asks about you- saying he’s heard some mumbo jumbo about some royal causing a stir by ship hopping. and ofc, azul feigns innocent… but a man could always be bought, one way or another.

or maybe jade tells him, not liking how azul lowered his guard and softened his gaze around you, wanting the best for the monstro and monstro lounge. of course idia pays him handsomely with to die for information.

and from sources of his own idia finds out more about and some locket you have- a locket that’s in a book tucked in the back corner of his forbidden library. idia could only clutch an old tattered photo, as he calls up an old friend. begrudgingly ofc

IDIA HATES INTERACTING!! so he just kills off everyone. finds it easier that way. it’s worse if you try talking. i do think he has a complex tho. and he most definitely has a sharp tongue teeth so it’s not that he can’t… he just… doesn’t.

i also love the idea of the locket, but i feel like it’ll be more insignificant in the first act of the story… so idk what to do with it🤷🏻

not sure if i should have mc’s mom give it to them or azul…