#robert irwin hcs

[jasclearwaters]

Learn to Fly

Robert Irwin x Surfer! OC

Summary: After a life-changing event, Kendra is forced to adjust to a new reality. When an unexpected invitation from Robert Irwin arrives, she must navigate the challenges of recovery, her relationships, and what comes next.

Warnings: injury, emotional distress

Part One

If there was one thing I couldn’t live without, it was surfing. There was nothing like being on the water, just me and the waves, every rise and fall syncing with my body like it was all meant to be. Nothing else gave me that feeling. Nothing.

It was another typical day at the beach. Gabbie and I were out in the water, but we stopped surfing a while ago. Now we were just floating in the shallow water, watching my dad ride the waves with her older brother. Josh, on the other hand, was on the beach, all over his girlfriend Ashlund like usual.

"Do you think he's gonna be like this forever?" I asked, rolling my eyes at Josh and Ashlund, who were practically glued together. They’d been like this since they started dating. Josh didn’t want to surf anymore, didn’t want to hang out with Gabbie and me. It was getting old, fast.

“I sure hope not, ‘cause this is just gross,” Gabbie said, laughing at my exaggerated grimace. She knew all about my crush on him, even if Josh was clueless.

"I don’t get it. She's so boring. I never see them laughing together. We used to laugh all the time," I said, sighing as dramatically as I could.

“Don’t worry. He’ll come crawling back. We’ll just look like we’re having the time of our lives, and he’ll get jealous.”

I started to ask how we were going to pull that off, but Gabbie beat me to it. She splashed me hard enough to soak me from head to toe. Oh, it was on. We had this unspoken rule—we didn’t really care about winning, just about having fun. We went back and forth until we couldn’t anymore.

I glanced over at Josh again, but he didn’t even seem to notice us. My stomach sank. Gabbie caught the look on my face.

“Let’s just go to Kalypso’s without him,” she said, “and not bring him back a drink.”

It was the perfect plan. We were about to head back to shore when I felt something rough brush against my leg. Probably a sea turtle, I thought, but I didn’t think much of it.

Then I felt a pull. At first, I thought it was just one of those annoying pranks Malia, Gabbie’s niece, loved pulling—grabbing our legs to drag us under. But the tug wasn’t playful. It was strong and sharp, and when it yanked me under, the panic hit. That wasn’t Malia. That was a shark.

I looked down, and sure enough, it had a chunk of me in its mouth. I swung my fist, aiming for its nose, but when I made eye contact with its black, beady eyes, I froze. The shark twisted side to side like it was shaking a rope. And then I saw the blood. The water around me was turning pink.

I barely remember much after that, just flashes—Gabbie screaming for help, warning everyone about the shark. I could hear my dad and Joseph getting closer, their voices frantic as they yelled at Gabbie to get out of the water. I wanted to scream, too, but the pain was too much.

I could see Gabbie’s face, her eyes wide with terror. She looked at me for a split second, but then she didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her board and started hitting the shark with everything she had. It let go.

I didn’t feel the shark bite me. I didn’t even feel the pain anymore. I just felt numb. I didn’t feel anything when my dad and Joseph dragged me to shore or when Josh used his leash to tie a tourniquet around my leg. The leg I wouldn’t have anymore.

The ambulance came fast. I still don’t remember most of it. I held onto my dad like he told me to, but all I could think was that my surfing career—everything I cared about—was gone.

---

It’s been two months since the attack, and somehow, that wild moment turned into this whole movement. The clip Gabbie recorded in my hospital room was meant as a quick update for our friends—just a two-minute thing where I explained how I was fine, that it was just a shark doing what sharks do. But it spread faster than any of us expected. The local news picked it up first, then some bigger outlets, and soon strangers from everywhere were tagging me in posts, turning my words into some message about resilience and protecting marine life.

Nat Geo even reached out. Reporters called, organizations tagged me in shark conservation posts, and by the time I left the hospital, it felt like the whole world had an eye on what I’d do next. For a girl who just loved surfing, the attention was bizarre, but a part of me couldn’t help feeling proud. I’d gone through something brutal, and somehow, it had turned into something bigger.

Now I’m home. Dad and I walk into Kalypso’s, the whole place packed with people I know: the bar staff, some of Dad’s buddies from the fire station, the kids I used to teach in surf classes, even old high school friends. Everyone is there, and for the first time since the accident, everything feels almost normal.

Jake, Kalypso’s owner, is the first to spot me, pulling me into a huge hug. “There she is! The girl of the hour!” he says, grinning, and I feel that familiar warmth from all the years we’ve spent in this place. Soon, Dad’s friends are slapping him on the back, talking about how they couldn’t believe he’d raised such a “local legend,” while kids I used to teach surf lessons to run up for high fives, all excited and starry-eyed.

Then I spot Gabbie and Josh standing in the back, and they rush over. Gabbie hugs me so tightly I can barely breathe, her voice already breaking. “You have no idea how proud I am of you,” she whispers. Josh, who’s usually got a laugh or some dumb joke ready, just gives me a quiet hug, and I sense something’s off, but I brush it aside. I’m home, surrounded by the people I love. That’s all that matters tonight.

---

A few days later, I’m back at the beach, determined to get on my board again. The waves are small, nothing intimidating, and Dad’s here with me, steady and calm, like he’s always been.

But as soon as I try to paddle out, I feel the difference. My balance is shaky, my movements off. The prosthetic feels heavier, like it’s dragging me down, and each wave that crashes against me just throws me further off. I can’t get it right. Frustration bubbles up, and soon, I’m slapping the water, my voice shaking as I mutter, “Come on… just work with me here.”

Dad paddles over, giving me a steady look. “Take it easy, Ken. You’ve been through a lot.”

But the words just make me feel worse. I don’t want to “take it easy”—I want to feel normal again. My whole life, the ocean has been where I felt most at home, and now it feels like a stranger. I swallow back the frustration, watching the waves roll on without me, wondering if I’ll ever truly belong here again.

---

Later, as I’m heading back to my car, still damp and salty from the ocean, I spot Ashlund leaning against her truck in the parking lot. She watches me for a second, then pushes off and walks toward me with her phone in hand. She doesn’t bother with small talk—just holds it out, her face unreadable.

“Here,” she says, her tone flat.

I frown but take the phone, glancing down. A video is paused on the screen, and I already feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. I hit play, and there it is—Josh and Gabbie, on a beach, laughing together, her leaning into him. And then, clear as day, they’re kissing.

I don’t have words. Just this hollow feeling growing in my chest. I hand the phone back, and Ashlund raises an eyebrow, looking almost smug.

“Thought you’d want to know,” she says, her voice laced with something sharp.

I walk away, numb. For so long, I’ve been focused on staying strong, on pushing through the pain and finding my way back to the things I love. But this? This feels like a different kind of hurt.

---

That night, I sit alone in my room, staring at my surfboard, wondering if I’ll ever ride the waves the way I used to. I feel raw, as though the ocean has slipped away from me just when I need it most. And two of the people I thought would be there for me, are gone too.

Just as I’m sinking into that hollow feeling, my phone buzzes with a notification. It’s an email from a sender I don’t recognize, but the subject catches my eye immediately: “Steve Irwin Gala Invitation.”

I open it, my pulse quickening as I read the details. The invitation is to a gala in Las Vegas, celebrating wildlife conservation efforts, with Robert Irwin himself as the main speaker. They want me to come as a guest of honor, to speak on my story, and how it’s inspired others.

The ache in my chest lightens, just a little, replaced by a spark of excitement.

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[ashisgreedy]

Garreth's Gareer AU HCs

Written By @finalgirllx and @greedyforgarreth simultaneously.

Headcannon's of Garreth Weasley in different careers! 

(These start out serious but we became delirious over time writing this. They devolve into… well, you will see.)

This was not edited. Cheers!

Baker

"Weasley's Confections"

He comes home smelling like sugar every day

He always has flour or frosting in his hair

He'd always bring home a sweet for you

He'd write your names on the little sweets

He's always brainstorming new cake-decorating ideas

He'd always try out new flavor combinations, leading to a very messy kitchen!

He has his own frosting line

during the holidays he has you come and assist him in helping customers in his little shop

During Christmas, you and he dress up as Mr. and Mrs. Claus to decorate cookies with kids

He holds a cake-baking class every once in a while for the community

Chef

He’s a personal caterer, with a small team

He puts on a little show as he cooks for small parties

He has signature dishes he makes that are unique to his catering business

He definitely has a roster of corny jokes for the occasion 

His favorite clients are small bachelorette parties and groups of older ladies because he loves how energetic they are and they laugh at his corny jokes.

Unbuttons his chefs coat throughout the evening for bachelorette parties 

“I'm having a pasta-tively great time”

He would have a volunteer come up for silly demonstrations - how to crack an egg

He hosts his own booth at food festivals to help market is personal business 

Zookeeper 

Robert Irwin vibes - Always educating people on animals

He loves helping with the petting zoos! 

Passionate about preservation of the species and holds educational classes for nearby schools. 

His favorite animal would be an iguana 

He definitely gives away stuffed animals from the gift shop! 

Wears a khaki uniform at all times in the zoo

When he’s not in that - he’s in animal patterns and Hawaiian shirts.

As a side hobby, he surfs to raise money for ocean animals

He’d definitely buy environmentally friendly items at all times

Airline pilot 

Mile high club a million times

Has dated all the stewardesses

Has a mask kink.

Falls asleep almost immediately after the plane takes off

“GARRETH! THE PLANE HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER!” 

Yoga Instructor

Holds instructional classes for business people during their lunch hour.

He’s insanely flexible, and shows it off

Knows his butt gets a lot of attendees

He wears silly headbands

Specializes in Hot Yoga classes

Would have the corniest playlist

His best friend Leander is the Zumba instructor 

He also teaches the occasional water aerobics 

Takes his yoga knowledge into the bedroom 

Wedding planner (morally corrupt)

Really pays attention to the needs of the fiancees…wink

Makes sure to attach his personal cell phone..wink

“Does he know what colors you’d like for the wedding? Or does he not listen to you as well as I could…” wink

Turns cake tasting erotic, feeding the fiancee a cake bite in front of her fiance… wink

He helps put the garter on the bride, slowly… wink

He offers you private dance lessons before the big day…wink 

Ruins your dress before the husband gets the chance…wink 

Shows you the ring he would have gotten for you instead (It’s much better).

Actually listens to you (unlike your fiance)...wink 

Firefighter 

You met when he carried you out of a burning building..sexily 

He saves your kitten and gives it an oxygen mask until it’s lively again.

He pushes you out of the way of a falling burning ceiling 

He lets you wear his helmet to calm you down. (He tells you how silly you look and it helps)

He single-handedly prevented a train collision and explosion in the center of the city 

Sexy arms, covered in soot, and he takes off his jacket and you lick him up 

He’s the one that carries the massive axe that busts through walls. 

"Is this the firehouse? Because you've got me feeling the heat."

Him sliding down the pole during an emergency *Eyes emoji*

Massage therapist 

His massages take ages because he makes sure to work out EVERY knot you have before you get off his table. 

“Oh my dear, you sure are a little tense, aren’t you? Let’s fix that.” 

Love the hot rocks, “ooh, a little hot” whenever he uses them

He gives all kinds of facials for his dedicated clients 

If you get really, really horny during the massage, he says he’ll give you a “happy ending” but really it's just a clap of his hands and a smile.

He plays “Happy” by Pharell Williams at the end of every massage

Sometimes he’ll offer a bonus technique where he steps on the client 

His spa music is just hip hop and rap songs turned into gentle melodies. 

Detective 

The clue is in your panties~

If you’re a threesome, he and the other suggest “split up and look for clues” aka your holes. 

When he’s feeling goofy he’ll bring a magnifying glass to your pussy. “I don’t need this, I already know where the clit is!” 

The hat stays on during sex.

Handcuffs. Nuff said.

He makes the outline of a body on the floor with painters tape and fucks you in that position. 

He asks you questions during sex like “Where were you at 11:34 PM Monday evening?” “Do you have an alibi?” “What crimes have you committed?” “Can you please state your full name and contact information?” “Your childhood street address?” 

He makes you hold his badge up to him during sex.

He smokes his cigar after. 

Lifeguard 

Diving into that… wink.

Speedos all day, every day.

He is super happy to carry a whistle with him all day.

He would’ve saved Ash that one time. 

He wouldn’t have let finalgirllx fall into that lake on her bike. 

He smells like coconut from the sunscreen

Sand *everywhere* “Got some sandy buttcheeks there!” 

When he runs, his pecs bounce.

Really enjoys the maritime accuracy of Spongebob Squarepants 

Very proud of his CPR certification. 

Driving instructor 

Bends you over the seat and fucks you to make sure the leather of the seat cushion is durable. 

Makes you sit on his lap and it causes the horn to honk. He doesn’t mind <3

“I wanna ride.”

Pretends to honk the horn, but really he’s just squeezing your breasts. 

Fingers you while you parallel park to make sure you really know what you're doing. 

“Red means stop, green means go.” But this is your safe word instead. 

Is very passionate about turn signals and will yell at you if you forget to use it. Drivers safety biotch

"Do you believe in love at first drive, or should I take you for another spin?"

Kindergarten teacher 

Fucks all the single moms. 

He is excellent with kids and really enjoys providing them a foundation for a bright future ahead of them.

Has a breaking and entering kink. 

His favorite craft to do with the children is making flowers out of tissue paper. He loves seeing the look on the parent's faces when they gift it. 

Has a mask kink. 

“Baby Shark” is banned from the classroom. 

Enjoys macaroni art. 

He has a talking stick that he’s very strict about using.

Loves having the students draw him and he puts every single one on the walls of the classroom.

Meteorologist 

There are lots of memes of him online. 

“It’ll be wet out this evening, and I’m not just talking about you, ladies.” Gets fired immediately

Becomes an at home meteorologist that says suggestive things about the news on his lives. 

More popular than any news station in the entire world. 

Part times as a camboy. Uses the same channel. 

Sticks his ass out a bit when he points to the green screen. That he somehow has one at his house. 

Instagram polls asking what he should wear during his next live. 

“It’s gonna be cold, ladies! Don’t wear your bras!” …wink 

His camboy name is “Weather Boy” and he makes people call him that professionally as well. 

The front of his business card is for meteorology and the back is his camboy persona.

Musician 

Very good with his fingers. 

The Weasley Wigouts - his band name!

Picks a new genre for every album, he likes to switch it up. Makes for some very confusing tours. 

Tongue piercing.

Has a tramp stamp tattoo on his lower back of Professor Sharp. 

Got his start on Soundcloud. 

Calls his fangirls his “Weasley Sluts!” 

Orders Subway for lunch for the band every day. 

Grew his hair out longer so he can headbang with it, even during soft songs. 

Manbun Garreth era! 

Science teacher 

Really looks up to Bill Nye. 

Wears a lab coat everywhere. 

Always flirts with the math teachers. 

Loves the volcano experiments more than anything. 

He gets wayyyy too hyped about the science fair. “It’s next week! Don’t forget!” and the students groan.

Always has granola bars and hot chocolate stocked in case any student is hungry.

Never sends any of his students to detention. He takes them aside and just says “Come on, man…” 

When teaching a chapter on biology and reproduction, he yells at the students to “AVERT YOUR EYES!” and dramatically covers his own. 

"What did the biologist wear to impress their date? Designer genes!"

Has a tattoo on his chest that says “The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.”

Voice over artist 

Gets his start in English dubs of hentai. 

He has a small role as an NPC in Hogwarts Legacy. Guess who! 

Loves voice acting for the Elder Scrolls series. 

Will do raps for his fans on live, as much as 15 songs. 

Can sing and has a small youtube video with cover songs he loves. 

His most popular cover is of “Sugar, We’re Going Down,” by Fall Out Boy. 

Treats BookTok to sexy ASMR from time to time. 

Florist

Knows all the meanings to all the flowers in his shop.

Wants to fuck you on a flower bed. 

Really loves blue flowers (I don’t know the names of flowers).

He obsesses over flower arrangements and makes them look perfect! 

Always has dirt on his face and under his nails. 

"If kisses were petals, I'd give you a garden."

Has a mask kink. 

Will arrange all of the flowers for his own wedding. 

Loves to roleplay as Ghostface with his partner. 

Always smells fantastic. 

Likes to put a flower behind his ear when he’s working.

[bansheeoftheforest]

So I've been thinking about Henry drinking poisons, and what if caffeine/alcohol doesn't really work on him so instead he just uses poisons. Most of his wine bottles are just filled with a poison he found could get him drunk. And instead of tea it's just a very energizing poison. I can imagine the lodgers just thinking he's incredibly picky about his tea and wine and then one day breaking into Henry's office to steal one of his fancy wines and just smelling the poison and thinking someone's trying to kill Henry. Also instead of Henry just drinking HJ7 and then being immune how about before he takes it he just drinks progressively worse poisons over time so when he does drink HJ7 he doesn't die. (Also would he just be immune to more chemical based poisons or also things like animal bites mushrooms and such?)

Ohohohohhoho!!!

Henry knowing that the HJ7 is highly toxic and therefore drinking poison in small to large quantities to prepare for it, or the earlier versions of the HJ7 being less to more and more poisonous so he still has some sort of immunity to it, is a hc I really like! And probably makes a lot more sense than the HJ7 immediately making him immune-- it could also be a good way to keep other characters from drinking it because... Well... It's still poison and they probably would drop dead drinking it!

Henry daydrinking because the wine can't get him drunk and reserving his "fancy wines" for when he wants to get drunk or loosen up, the Lodgers thinking it's some high quality fancy shit he never wants to share (he is very strict about never letting anyone drink any of his "fancy wines"), and using deadly herbs in his teas because... Well... It gives him quite the energy kick. Hemlock concentrate and nightshade tea seems to be his favourite but he keeps both of them out of the Lodgers' reach. The Lodgers getting fed up and tries to steal the wine specifically but get incredibly scared and confused when they smell the poison, pocketing it anyways so that they can tell the other Lodgers that someone is trying to poison Henry. Henry catching wind about it and just having to nod along like "ah yes how unfortunate that someone decided to poison my perfectly good wine-- Can I please get the bottle back so I can inspect it myself :)" because hemlock is fucking expensive and he is not about to throw away a perfectly good bottle just because the Lodgers think that he is about to get murdered--

ooohhohohohoh wait I have an angsty route for this.

Slight TW for the mentions of suicide:

What if the Lodgers think that Henry is actually trying to poison himself because they aren't aware that he is immune and he just uses it to get drunk? Would the Lodgers worry, suddenly realize that Henry has an entire shelf of poison, and steal it all when he isn't looking? Would they tell Rachel and Robert? Would they basically keep him under secret suicide-watch, scared that if they look away he will try to kill himself? Would the feel guilty knowing that they most likely pushed him to it?

I just... I just have many A Feeling for this <3

Also! I'd like to believe he is immune to most things because he used herbs, chemicals, and probably some animalistic things for the HJ7 but it's more like... While it won't kill him he is probably going to get some sort of allergic reaction to poisonous mushrooms and stuff like that because he only used them in early experiments and therefore, is not as immune as he is to deadly herbs and chemicals. Although I do like the thought of him being on a fieldtrip with the Lodgers and he gets bitten by a poisonous snake and it dangles from his arm and the Lodgers all panic and he just goes fucking Steve Irwin on it like "Well would you look at this handsome little laddy! :)" sdfssdfsd

[mrsrcbinscn]

Day 10 – Deux Moi: Write a headcanon for 10 different celebrities in the BDRP world.

Mak’s shitposty HCs

Hozier is part fairy, but only 1/4. HOWEVER. he is a medium and his ghost bestie is in fact an Irish lesbian ghost and sometimes she possesses him to write gay songs.

John Darnielle is still a mundus (/gross sobbing/ - Marlin) but he is a known Magick ally. His reaction to the use of Manifest Destiny in High Hopes says all you need to know -- man would be an ally.

Neko Case is part-siren, he maternal grandmother was a siren queen of her pod who left the sea for a human man.

Ryan Reynolds wants to be a werewolf so badly because he thinks it would be badass.

Robert and Bindi Irwin are mundus just like their parents, but, godmother talent fairies in Australia gave them fairy gifts of understanding Beast. They can literally communicate with animals in BDRP world.

Johnny Cash in line with his support of Indigenous rights (since I also HC that fairies and Indigenous peoples generally have vibed throughout history and now see their struggles in regards to land rights as linked issues) supported fairies rights to the lands their Hollows were on. Several country music stars of his generation were, in fact, pro-fairy. Partly bc part of backwoods culture is hunting and fishing, and you need woods and clean waterways for that.

Willie Nelson is half fairy. That’s why he smokes as much weed as he does. It takes more weed to get a fairy high than a mundus.

Lee Dong-wook is part-elf but could never, ever tell the public this due to how fairies and elves are treated in the entertainment industry in Korea.

On that note, Bae Won-shik, Marlin Bae’s younger brother (FC: Lee Joon-gi) is a known, out fairy in South Korea’s entertainment industry. He is the lead guitarist and co-vocalist of a band that is famous for many of their songs being part of drama OSTs, however, he has to either wear hats or keep his hair long covering his ears when performing or out in public in Korea, lest his popularity suffer from being “too fairy”. 

Which leads me into..is oldest daughter and the oldest of Nemo’s younger cousins, Bae Na-young (fc: Jo Yu-ri) has just made her debut in the first all-fairy girl group and them being fairies is “their thing” so they usually don’t cover their ears. It’s known she’s Bae Won-shik’s daughter, but even when they’ve made appearances on TV programs together, his ears had to stay covered.

[objecteiespai]

https://pirellihangarbicocca.org/mostra/lucio-fontana-ambienti/

https://www.designboom.com/art/lucio-fontana-hangarbicocca-ambienti-environment-10-02-2017/

Light art (art de llum) és una forma d'art visual en què el mitjà principal d'expressió és la llum . La llum s'ha utilitzat per a la pintura, dibuix, fotografia, arquitectura, impressió, vídeo i fins i tot en l'escultura al llarg de la història humana, però el concepte modern de l'art de la llum va sorgir amb el desenvolupament de fonts de llum artificial i l'experimentació en l’ art modern . Un dels primers a utilitzar aquesta tècnica va ser László Moholy - Nagy (1895-1946), un membre de la  Bauhaus  influenciat pel constructivisme, considerat com un dels pares d'aquest corrent. L'escultura de llum (Light sculpture) i els mòbils són components de la seva  Light-Space Modulator (1922-1930), una de les primeres obres d'art que utilitzen llum artificial pròpia, a més de combinar-se amb art cinètic. El desenvolupament de la  electrificació  va permetre a partir de finals del segle XIX i començaments del XX la utilització de la llum incandescent. Aquests fluorescents van tenir un especial impacte lògic en l'ús comercial, però també des de l'art, uns dels representants de la idea de la llum com a material van ser  Dan Flavin  i  Frank Popper . Altres artistes contemporanis:  Julio Le Parc , Chul Hyun Ahn, Olafur Eliasson, Spencer Finch,   James Turrell , Leo Vila-real, Lucio Fontana , Martial Raysse, Chryssa, François Morellet, Joseph Kosuth, Bruce Nauman , Piotr Kowalski, Mario Merz, Jim Campbell i Yann Kersalé. Font:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light_art

Artists working with light

Grimanesa Amoros

Jim Campbell

Olafur Eliasson

Tracey Emin

Dan Flavin

HC Gilje

Jenny Holzer

Robert Irwin

Ann Veronica Janssens

Brigitte Kowanz

Yayoi Kusama

Glenn Ligon

Teddy Lo

Rafael Lozano-Hemmer

Tatsuo Miyajima

Ivan Navarro

Maja Petric

Bruce Munro

Daan Roosegarde

Keith Sonnier

James Turrell

Leo Villareal

http://kunsthalle-detroit.org/portfolio

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[jasclearwaters]

Learn to Fly

Robert Irwin x Surfer! OC

Summary: After a life-changing event.

Kendra is forced to adjust to a new reality.

When an unexpected invitation from

Robert Irwin arrives, she must navigate the

challenges of recovery, her relationships, and

what comes next.

Warnings: none

A/N: tell me what you think! thanks for the love on part one. also lmk if i should make a fic playlist

Part Two

Walking into the grand ballroom in Las Vegas, I’m hit by a wave of sound and movement. Everything’s on another level—people mingling, laughing, dressed in gowns and tuxes that seem plucked right from a red-carpet premiere. It’s surreal, a complete 180 from my usual day-to-day back in Hawaii, and I can already feel my pulse picking up.

But this? This isn’t about me tonight. It’s about something bigger. That’s what keeps me grounded as I look around the room, trying to spot Robert. And then—there he is, standing near the stage, looking completely in his element.

When our eyes meet, he gives me this wide, easy smile, one that just immediately disarms me. Texting back and forth with him over the last few weeks, I thought I’d had a sense of his vibe, but seeing him in person is a whole other thing. The guy has this energy—open, warm, like someone who’d just as easily sit down for hours chatting with you about conservation as he would dive right into the ocean to save a turtle.

“Robert!” I say, moving toward him, feeling my own smile widening. There’s a moment when he just looks at me, like he’s taking in every detail, and I can’t help but notice the way he lights up seeing me here.

“Kendra, you made it!” He steps forward, extending a hand, but then, almost impulsively, pulls me into a hug. I’m a little taken aback, but it feels genuine—like we’re already friends, and honestly, it’s the best way to be greeted right now.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” I tell him, and it’s true. Even beyond my work, the last few weeks of talking to Robert had made this feel like the right place to be, like we were on some parallel track.

He introduces me to a few key people: colleagues from the zoo, donors, conservationists, his family. Everyone’s warm and welcoming, but my attention keeps slipping back to him. Every time he speaks, there’s this quiet confidence, this unfiltered passion that you can’t fake. And it’s almost distracting—I can feel myself drawn to it, a kind of intrigue mixed with attraction I hadn’t expected.

Soon, Robert’s mom, Terri, takes the stage to introduce him for his speech. She’s a striking woman, blonde like Robert, and carries herself with a kind of effortless elegance. The room quiets, and all eyes turn to her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here tonight,” Terri begins, her voice smooth, confident. “It’s my absolute pleasure to introduce my son, Robert, a man who is not only dedicated to the cause of conservation but also embodies the spirit of kindness and perseverance. I’ve watched him grow into the incredible person he is today, and I couldn’t be prouder of the work he’s doing.”

I see Robert standing off to the side, a slight flush in his cheeks, but there’s a warmth in his smile as he nods at his mom. There’s something special about the way she speaks of him, the pride unmistakable.

“Robert,” she continues, “has always had a deep connection to the world around him. From the moment he could walk, he was out there, in the ocean, in the forests, always fascinated by the life and beauty in the world that most people overlook. Tonight, we’re here not only to raise funds but to continue supporting his vision, his work. So, without further ado, my son, Robert.”

Robert steps onto the stage with a calm confidence that instantly fills the room. He’s wearing a simple but sharp black tuxedo, his blonde hair perfectly styled, and his blue eyes scan the crowd with that same warmth and openness I’ve come to know.

“Thank you, Mom,” he says with a soft smile, before addressing the room. His voice is clear, easy to listen to, carrying without effort across the crowd. “Thank you all for being here tonight. The work we do—the habitats we protect, the animals we save, the ecosystems we restore—it’s not just a job for me. It’s a passion, and it’s something I believe in deeply. But it’s also a responsibility. And with that responsibility comes the chance to make a real, lasting change.”

As he speaks, his gaze shifts toward me in the crowd, catching my eyes for a brief second before moving back to his audience. The brief connection sends a wave of warmth through me, and I feel the slightest blush creeping up. He’s not just talking about conservation; he’s talking about something bigger—about a cause that feels like it’s right at the core of who he is.

“We live in a world where so much is lost every day, where so many species face extinction, where entire habitats vanish overnight. But tonight, all of you here—you’re proof that we can choose a different path. We can choose to fight for something bigger than ourselves.”

His words hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting. There’s a quiet intensity in his tone that pulls me in deeper. He’s not up there for applause; he’s up there to inspire action, to rally the room, and it’s working. When he finishes, the room bursts into applause, and I find myself clapping with an enthusiasm I didn’t even realize I had. Robert is already stepping down from the stage, and as he returns to where I’m standing, he gives me a grin.

“Not bad, huh?” he says with a twinkle in his eye.

“You were amazing,” I tell him, meaning every word. He looks at me for a second, surprised but pleased by my sincerity.

“Thanks, Kendra. That... means a lot,” he says softly.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur of conversations and introductions, but it’s like we’re in our own little bubble. Every chance he gets, Robert comes back to check on me, to share a quick joke or tell me a story. And every time he does, I feel that pull a little stronger.

Then, as the evening continues, it’s my turn. I step up to the podium, and I can feel the weight of everything—my body, the room, the moment. I glance down at my prosthetic leg. Some days, it feels like it’s still not fully mine, and tonight is no different. But I’m here, standing, and that’s what matters.

“Thank you all for being here tonight,” I begin, my voice steady, but it’s not as firm as I want it to be. There’s a softness, an edge of vulnerability that I’m still getting used to. “I’m honored to be standing here. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hard.”

I pause for a moment, letting the weight of my words sink in. The room is silent, waiting, but I can feel the rush of emotions—the fear, the sadness, the anger. It’s all still there, just beneath the surface.

“A little over two months ago, I was attacked by a shark. I never thought I’d be saying those words. I never thought I’d be standing here, in front of all of you, sharing this part of my story. But here I am.”

I take a breath, my fingers gripping the podium a little tighter. “I lost my leg in the attack. And every day since has been a challenge. Learning to walk, finding my balance again, re-learning how to move—some days, it feels like I’ll never get there. Some days, it’s hard to even imagine it.”

My prosthetic feels heavy. But I refuse to let it hold me back. “But here’s the thing: I’m still here. I’m still alive. And I’m not going to let fear or anger dictate my life. I’m not going to vilify sharks for what happened to me.”

I look out at the crowd, letting the silence stretch for a moment, knowing this might be hard for some to hear. “The ocean is a beautiful, dangerous, unpredictable place. But it’s also home. Home to creatures—creatures who are just like us, trying to survive. Sharks are part of that world. They’re not monsters. They’re not villains. They are part of an ecosystem that we’ve spent too long trying to control and destroy.”

I shift my weight slightly, feeling the prosthetic shift with me. It’s not easy. It’s a reminder of the new reality I’m facing every single day. But I won’t let it stop me.

“I could have chosen to live in fear. I could have let this experience shape me into someone who hated sharks, who wanted revenge. But that’s not going to help anyone. It won’t stop attacks from happening, and it certainly won’t help protect the oceans. We need to stop vilifying sharks. They’re misunderstood. And it’s on us to change the narrative.”

I take a slow breath, my voice catching for just a moment. “I’m standing here today because I want to make sure that when people hear my story, they don’t just see a victim. I want them to see someone who is choosing to use what happened to her as a way to educate, to make a difference. I’m not here to spread fear. I’m here to spread understanding.”

I look toward Robert, who’s standing by. His face is soft, filled with admiration, and it gives me strength to keep going.

“I know the ocean is a dangerous place. I know that shark attacks happen. But I also know that sharks are not the enemy. They are essential to our ecosystem. And if we’re ever going to protect them, we need to change how we think about them.”

I let the silence hang for a moment. The words feel like they’re settling into the room, into my heart.

“I’ve been through a lot in the past two months. And I’m still adjusting, still figuring out how to live in this new body. But I’m still here. And I will keep talking about sharks. I will keep spreading awareness about the importance of protecting them. I’m not going to let this experience define me. I’m going to let it empower me.”

The room is quiet for a beat, and then the applause starts—soft at first, then louder, stronger. I can feel it in my bones, in my chest. This is why I’m here. This is why I’m fighting.

“Thank you,” I say, my voice softer now, a little breathless. I step back from the podium, the relief washing over me.

I barely noticed the applause ending as I slipped offstage. My prosthetic, sleek as it was, felt like a lead weight by now. I scanned the room, looking for somewhere to sit, and Dad appeared, right on cue, his steady hand finding my shoulder.

“You good?” he asked, eyes full of quiet concern.

I took a breath, adjusting my stance. “Fine. Just… it’s been on all night.”

He nodded. “Alright, sit tight. You’ve earned a break.”

Dad and Robert guided me over to a quiet corner, where I sank into a chair with a relieved sigh.

“You nailed it,” Robert said, smiling as he settled into the seat next to me.

“Thanks. Means a lot, coming from an icon like you.” I lifted the prosthetic a few inches. “Could’ve done without lugging this anchor around all night, but… you know, fashion.”

Robert chuckled, a warm, genuine sound that made him feel less like a wildlife star and more like a real person. After a moment, Dad gave my shoulder a gentle pat, a knowing look in his eyes. “I’ll leave you two to it,” he said, and disappeared into the crowd.

Robert glanced at him as he left. “Your dad’s great,” he said. “He told me a little about his rescue work—wildfires and all that. Pretty amazing stuff.”

“Yeah, he slips it in whenever he can. It’s kind of his legacy,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But honestly, I probably wouldn’t be here without him. I mean, I was barely six when he dragged me along to my first beach cleanup.”

Robert’s expression softened. “Like father, like daughter, then?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said. “Been obsessed with the ocean ever since. Guess that’s something we have in common.”

“I get it,” he replied, leaning in slightly, his tone low and thoughtful. “I grew up in it too. The rainforest, the reefs… it’s like they’ve got a pulse, you know? You think you’re in control, but you’re really not.”

I smiled, nodding. We spent the next half hour swapping stories, like we’d known each other for years. He talked about diving in the Great Barrier Reef, rescuing stray joeys in the outback, and the strangely adorable quirks of orphaned wallabies. I shared memories of dawn surf sessions, early morning runs along the shore, and the quiet peace of just me and the waves.

“Surfing’s my blood,” I told him. “It’s like church out there—me and the ocean. Clears my head like nothing else.”

He nodded, understanding. “And it’s not just a hobby for you, huh? It’s like a philosophy, almost.”

“Exactly.” I smiled, grateful that he got it. “It’s more than a place. The whole ecosystem, it’s like… a family. And I’d do anything to protect it.”

As I spoke, he was quiet, listening, and I felt this unspoken understanding settle between us, like he got me in a way most people didn’t. Just as I was about to ask him something, he glanced at his watch, frowning slightly.

“Ah… actually, I’m heading back to Australia soon,” he said. “Family stuff.”

“Oh yeah?” I replied, keeping my tone light. “Don’t you ever get tired of hopping around the world, saving wildlife and all?”

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Not exactly. But… listen, have you ever been to Australia?”

I shook my head. “Always wanted to go. I was basically raised on Crocodile Hunter reruns.”

He studied me for a moment, eyes narrowing as if he were weighing an idea. “So… you’d be game for it?”

“Absolutely,” I said, thinking it was hypothetical.

He paused, looking away, then back at me with something almost nervous in his expression. “Well, what if you came back with me?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Wait—seriously?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning, a bit of that carefree charm reappearing. “I know it’s a little random. But think about it—I could show you the reefs, the outback. There’s this wildlife rehabilitation project we’ve been working on with the zoo, helping with the recovery of the dugong population along the coast. We’ve been monitoring the ecosystem, trying to protect it from illegal fishing and pollution. Thought you might be into it. It’s all about preserving what’s left out there.”

It was a crazy offer, the kind that seemed too good to be true. But as he looked at me, waiting, my heart raced.

He was serious. The question hung there between us, and I couldn’t help but wonder…

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[jasclearwaters]

since my old post is getting some traction atm, if you have any requests for a robert one-shot of fic send them my way please!

[jasclearwaters]

Hey so I was wondering if you did headcanons for Robert irwin??? Like what would it would be like to date him and such? If you can't that alright!

@emily-writes-posts

Dating Robert Irwin Headcanons 🐊

- First off, I think Robert won't meet his special someone until his 20s. This boy is so dedicated to his work that dating is the last thing on his mind.

- And when you both meet, neither of you are looking for love, it just finds you.

- Unlike with his parents and his sister, it's not love at first sight. You don't hate eachother but it's strictly platonic.

- Maybe you meet at Steve Irwin's Gala Dinner, or another event that Robert attends for the benefit of the zoo. You both have completely different careers, but share a passion for wildlife.

- Like I said, the connection is strictly platonic, at first. You get to know eachother inside and out. Despite any culture differences you just click together. Whenever you're not both captive to your demanding lives, the two of you are side by side.

- Robert falls first. He confesses first too, because lord knows he can't keep a secret. Especially not from you.

- You're hesitant. Robert is your best friend, and you couldn't bear for that to change. After some pondering, you agree to go out with him.

- After that first date it's all history. Nothing important changes between the both of you. You remain friends, but now lovers intertwined with that. Your evening talks at sunset concerning future plans and dreams explicitly involve eachother.

- You're an adventurous couple. Your favorite thing to do together is go on roadtrips. You love escaping the world together and blasting your favorite songs as the wind blows through your hair. You frequently have to tell Robert to keep his eyes on the road though, as he can't help but sneak loving glances at you.

- Still, you also enjoy quiet nights in. Robert is the best hugger and cuddler. His strong arms become your safe space after a rough day. It goes both ways. Robert can become insecure about how he's taking care of things woth conservation. This often leads to you running your hands through his hair while his head is in your lap and giving him reassuring words.

- He compliments you any chance he can get. And he brags about you to everyone. Physical touch is also one of his top love languages. You will likely always be holding hands, fingers interwoven.

- When you're apart, you're still in touch. He sends you things throughout the day like memes and pictures of cute animals. He also loves to paint for you.

- Of course the family loves you. When you start going out, "finally's" pour from Terri, Bindi, Chandler, and the rest. Grace definitely calls you Aunt Y/N. You're a goofy bunch, always laughing and sometimes playing pranks on eachother. Especially you and Bindi vs Robert and Chandler.

- He's serious about you and plans on marrying you. You support eachother always, in career or otherwise. Anything that happens in life, good or bad he wants to experience with you. He always makes that clear.

A/N: Rushed bc otherwise I'd overthink it and it would never get written. Here's dating hcs for your fave modern croc hunter! Hope it's satisfactory. Not proofread.

[jasclearwaters]

I WOULD LOVE ROBERT IRWIN CONTENT

same honestly i'll try to write more when i get specific requests so send em in

[objecteiespai]

Bruce Nauman

Disappearing Acts

October 21, 2018–February 25, 2019

MoMA, MoMA PS1

https://www.moma.org/calendar/exhibitions/3852?installation_image_index=65

https://www.moma.org/calendar/exhibitions/3852?installation_image_index=0

https://mo.ma/2PJqPXi

https://www.moma.org/calendar/exhibitions/3852

https://store.moma.org/books/moma-publications/bruce-nauman-disappearing-acts/900031-900031.html

Light art (art de llum) és una forma d'art visual en què el mitjà principal d'expressió és la llum . La llum s'ha utilitzat per a la pintura, dibuix, fotografia, arquitectura, impressió, vídeo i fins i tot en l'escultura al llarg de la història humana, però el concepte modern de l'art de la llum va sorgir amb el desenvolupament de fonts de llum artificial i l'experimentació en l’ art modern . Un dels primers a utilitzar aquesta tècnica va ser László Moholy - Nagy (1895-1946), un membre de la  Bauhaus  influenciat pel constructivisme, considerat com un dels pares d'aquest corrent. L'escultura de llum (Light sculpture) i els mòbils són components de la seva  Light-Space Modulator (1922-1930), una de les primeres obres d'art que utilitzen llum artificial pròpia, a més de combinar-se amb art cinètic. El desenvolupament de la  electrificació  va permetre a partir de finals del segle XIX i començaments del XX la utilització de la llum incandescent. Aquests fluorescents van tenir un especial impacte lògic en l'ús comercial, però també des de l'art, uns dels representants de la idea de la llum com a material van ser  Dan Flavin  i  Frank Popper . Altres artistes contemporanis:  Julio Le Parc , Chul Hyun Ahn, Olafur Eliasson, Spencer Finch,   James Turrell , Leo Vila-real, Lucio Fontana , Martial Raysse, Chryssa, François Morellet, Joseph Kosuth, Bruce Nauman , Piotr Kowalski, Mario Merz, Jim Campbell i Yann Kersalé. Font:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light_art

Artists working with light

Grimanesa Amoros

Jim Campbell

Olafur Eliasson

Tracey Emin

Dan Flavin

HC Gilje

Jenny Holzer

Robert Irwin

Ann Veronica Janssens

Brigitte Kowanz

Yayoi Kusama

Glenn Ligon

Teddy Lo

Rafael Lozano-Hemmer

Tatsuo Miyajima

Ivan Navarro

Maja Petric

Bruce Munro

Daan Roosegarde

Keith Sonnier

James Turrell

Leo Villareal

http://kunsthalle-detroit.org/portfolio

[objecteiespai]

Àngels Ribé: “Crear te convierte en una persona sin miedo”

“Me interesa el arte no sólo como profesión, sino sobre todo como actitud abierta a aprender cosas y dejar vía libre a la creatividad que todos tenemos. Crear te convierte en una persona sin miedo, te da fuerzas para inventar cosas y para hacerlas. Aunque hay un interés escaso en las escuelas por mantenerla como actitud y como un valor ante la vida. Y eso es un error”.

La artista, recientemente reconocida con el Premio Nacional de Artes Plásticas, despliega sus últimos trabajos en Barcelona

https://elpais.com/cultura/2019/11/15/babelia/1573833088_377447.html

Àngels Ribé, Premi Nacional d'Arts Plàstiques 2019  obra 'Laberint'

DEL 10 D'OCTUBRE DE 2019 AL 9 DE FEBRER DE 2020

“En caiguda lliure” és un mapa polifònic integrat per diferents agències, organismes i narratives contemporànies i estructurat a partir de l’acte de la caiguda.

Comissariada per João Laia, l’exposició s’emmarca en el programa Convocatòria de comissariat i fa servir l’art com a fòrum des d’on es proposen noves formes de llegir i interactuar amb el món.

L'exposició "En caiguda lliure" fa servir la imatge de caiguda com a metàfora del clima de transformació accelerada en què vivim: la progressiva desmaterialització de les imatges, de les narratives i dels objectes que servien de puntal fonamental per a la nostra societat va derivar en un sentiment generalitzat d’abisme. El projecte empra el concepte com a eina estructuradora, integrant diferents contextos temporals, geogràfics i simbòlics en una sola narrativa. La proposta se centra en obres creades des de 1969 fins a l’actualitat i recorre a l’abandonament dels acords de Bretton Woods el 1971 i la consegüent desmaterialització de l’economia com a esdeveniment decisiu del període contemporani. Prenent com a punt de partida aquest esdeveniment central per a la financerització de les nostres societats (entès com a motor dels diferents processos de dissolució en curs), "En caiguda lliure" s’aproxima al moment actual contextualitzant dinàmiques subjectives en el si d’extensos moviments socials.

L’exposició analitza de manera integrada diferents accions i narratives que estructuren el present i que constitueixen un mapa polifònic de la condició actual. S’hi materialitza una àmplia constel·lació que investiga els perfils, en un altre moment estables, de la realitat, s’hi descriu el moment present en la seva amplitud macro i micro, observant les transformacions en curs en les àrees de la ciència, l’ecologia, l’economia, la geografia, la identitat, la política i la representació. D’aquesta manera, "En caiguda lliure" utilitza el terreny de l’art com un fòrum en què es proposen diferents maneres de llegir i interactuar amb el món, amb la qual cosa demostra, en aquest procés, la seva pertinença a un camp social en constant evolució i proposa una immersió productiva en l’ara. Malgrat aquest context de dissolució assenyalada, el projecte no proposa una apatia paralitzadora o nihilista, sinó, contràriament, una potencialitat, una obertura al futur.

https://caixaforum.es/ca/barcelona/p/en-caiguda-lliure_a880760

Notícies sobre Premi Nacional Arts Plàstiques | EL PAÍS ...

Àngels Ribé, Premio Nacional de Artes Plásticas | El Cultural

Bio | Àngels Ribé

https://www.macba.cat/ca/expo-en-el-laberint

Light art (art de llum) és una forma d'art visual en què el mitjà principal d'expressió és la llum . La llum s'ha utilitzat per a la pintura, dibuix, fotografia, arquitectura, impressió, vídeo i fins i tot en l'escultura al llarg de la història humana, però el concepte modern de l'art de la llum va sorgir amb el desenvolupament de fonts de llum artificial i l'experimentació en l’ art modern . Un dels primers a utilitzar aquesta tècnica va ser László Moholy - Nagy (1895-1946), un membre de la  Bauhaus  influenciat pel constructivisme, considerat com un dels pares d'aquest corrent. L'escultura de llum (Light sculpture) i els mòbils són components de la seva  Light-Space Modulator (1922-1930), una de les primeres obres d'art que utilitzen llum artificial pròpia, a més de combinar-se amb art cinètic. El desenvolupament de la  electrificació  va permetre a partir de finals del segle XIX i començaments del XX la utilització de la llum incandescent. Aquests fluorescents van tenir un especial impacte lògic en l'ús comercial, però també des de l'art, uns dels representants de la idea de la llum com a material van ser  Dan Flavin  i  Frank Popper . Altres artistes contemporanis:  Julio Le Parc , Chul Hyun Ahn, Olafur Eliasson, Spencer Finch,   James Turrell , Leo Vila-real, Lucio Fontana , Martial Raysse, Chryssa, François Morellet, Joseph Kosuth, Bruce Nauman , Piotr Kowalski, Mario Merz, Jim Campbell i Yann Kersalé. Font:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light_art

Artists working with light

Grimanesa Amoros

Jim Campbell

Olafur Eliasson

Tracey Emin

Dan Flavin

HC Gilje

Jenny Holzer

Robert Irwin

Ann Veronica Janssens

Brigitte Kowanz

Yayoi Kusama

Glenn Ligon

Teddy Lo

Rafael Lozano-Hemmer

Tatsuo Miyajima

Ivan Navarro

Maja Petric

Bruce Munro

Daan Roosegarde

Keith Sonnier

James Turrell

Leo Villareal

http://kunsthalle-detroit.org/portfolio

[comiccrusaders]

The beloved Humberto Ramos (Amazing Spider-Man) and Brian Augustyn (Batman: Gotham by Gaslight) series, Crimson, returns! For the first time ever, experience Alex Elder’s ascension from vampire to chosen one in a comprehensive, prestigious hardcover format.

This is the book fans have been waiting for! Collects all 24 issues, Crimson: Scarlett X Blood on the Moon, and the Crimson Sourcebook.

Complete Crimson HC Publisher: BOOM! Studios Writer: Brian Augustyn Artists:      Pencils: Humberto Ramos      Inks: Sandra Hope, Richard Friend, Mark Irwin, Trevor Scott, Chris Elarmo Cover Artist: Humberto Ramos Colorists: Alex Bleyaert, Ian Hannin, Robert Ro Letterers: Amie Grenier, Denice Park, Hurricane Bill O’Neil, Wes Abbott, Saida Temofonte, Richard Starkings, Ed Roeder, Robbie Robbins, Ryan Cline Price: $125.00

PREVIEW: Complete Crimson HC The beloved Humberto Ramos (Amazing Spider-Man) and Brian Augustyn (Batman: Gotham by Gaslight…