#so crazy how one's view of the different ages changes and continues will continue to change

[guayabaenjoyer3000]

so crazy that i now refer to ages 13-14 as "when i was a kid" i'm only 21 but im not ONLY 21! good lord! i am a grown woman now!

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Big and Small - Changbin

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: giant! Changbin x fem! reader

summary: In a quiet valley nestled between towering mountains, ansmall village thrived. But one fateful day, the ground trembled as a gentle giant unknowingly wandered into the valley.

warnings: none! Just fluff and wholesomeness :)

In a quiet valley nestled between towering mountains, the small village of Eldershire thrived. Its cobblestone streets wound through quaint cottages, where laughter echoed like music. But one fateful day, the ground trembled as a gentle giant named Changbin unknowingly wandered into the valley.

Changbin stood nearly thirty feet tall, his heart as soft as the clouds above. He roamed the forests, gathering wildflowers and listening to the whispers of the wind. Yet, today, he lost his way, distracted by the beauty of a blooming meadow.

As he stepped into Eldershire, his massive foot struck the earth with a thud, sending villagers scrambling in panic. They had only heard tales of giants, never dreaming one would venture so close. In their fright, they brandished pitchforks and shouted threats.

But Changbin, confused and frightened by the chaos he had caused, knelt down, trying to calm the villagers. “Please, I mean no harm!” he rumbled, his voice like distant thunder. “I only wanted to see the flowers.” His voice continued to tremble and shake the small village. Children cried and some of the angrier men began to throw things. Changbin covered his face in shame. He looked around at the destruction he had caused. He felt awful. He had always admired the flowers that bloomed here. They were always the most perfect shade of pink. He knew that this spot had the ideal amount of sunshine and rain to create such a magnificent flower. He cowered behind a small building and tried to hide himself, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Among the villagers, a young woman stepped forward. Your heart was tender, much like Changbin’s, and you saw beyond the fear in his eyes. “He’s not here to hurt us,” you said, your voice steady. “Look how frightened he is.”

With your kind words, you somehow diffused the tension. Slowly, the villagers began to lower their weapons, though they remained wary. Some of the men grumbled under their breath that you were crazy. The villagers always saw you as crazy. An unwed woman at your age was something out of a horror story to tell the children at night. But you never saw yourself as the village wife. You wanted more. You wanted adventure. But when you saw Changbin’s face, you realized that maybe you just wanted someone to understand you. You approached Changbin cautiously, your petite figure a stark contrast to his towering frame. “What’s your name?” you asked, gazing up at him.

“Changbin,” he replied, a soft smile breaking through his nervousness. “I didn’t mean to invade your home.”

As days passed, you visited Changbin each afternoon, bringing him offerings of pink wildflowers and fruit. You found him sitting by a sparkling stream, his large hands gently cupping the water as he marveled at the shimmering reflections. You shared stories—you spoke of the village’s history, and Changbin revealed tales of the mountains and forests beyond.

Despite your differences, you bonded over feelings of loneliness and misunderstanding. You, often viewed as the village oddball for your love of nature and your dream to explore the world, found in Changbin a kindred spirit. He felt the weight of being seen as a monster, despite his gentle nature.

As seasons changed, your connection deepened into a quiet love. One evening, under a blanket of stars, you shared your dreams of adventure. “I want to see the world beyond these mountains,” you whispered. You told Changbin about the books you had read about the different places that existed outside of your village. Your heart swelled at the thought.

“Then let me carry you,” Changbin offered, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I can show you wonders you’ve never imagined.”

With a smile, you nodded, “Let’s explore together.”

That night, the two of you hatched a plan. When dawn broke, you climbed into Changbin’s palm, and with careful steps, he ventured beyond the valley. Changbin stepped meticulously through the forests and valleys, taking time to let the smaller creatures pass in front or around him. You watched in amazement at his carefulness and tender nature towards those smaller than him. You were determined for the other humans to see him as you did. The villagers watched in awe as the giant and the young woman traversed hills and valleys, discovering hidden glades and sparkling lakes.

At night, you would fall asleep in Changbin’s hand. In a tranquil glade bathed in soft, dappled sunlight, he would cradle you in the palm of his enormous hand. Your delicate features would be relaxed in slumber, framed by a cascade of hair that would catch the moonlight. The giant's hand, vast yet tender, supported you with an unyielding warmth, every finger curled protectively around you.

Surrounded by the lush greenery of the forest, you seemed almost ethereal, a fragile dream resting against the rugged strength of your protector. Changbin's serene expression reflected a deep affection, his eyes softly closed as he watched over you, a guardian in a world where your sizes contrast starkly yet harmoniously.

Through your adventures, the villagers’ fear turned to admiration. They saw the kindness in Changbin’s heart and how he cherished you. In time, he became a protector of Eldershire, watching over the village from afar, while you became the bridge between the two worlds. You had found your adventure. An adventure for the rest of your life. But more importantly than that, you had found someone to understand.

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[x-gabrielle-x]

Withered Cards | III

Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader.

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, swearing, major and minor injuries, death.

Summary: Despite the many different problems you overcome with Jason Todd, you always eventually make it back to each other. Even after his death, how could you still love a man who changed so much? Even when you made a turn for the worst.

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"Mistakes are not something you can afford to make, Jason," Bruce commented, though his gaze was trained on the screen before him. "I told you this was an intel mission. You should have waited for my queue."

Jason adjusted his position on the chair he was currently sat on, his gaze burning into Bruce's back the longer he continued to stare at the projective computer before him. The tape that he had collected from the mission played on repeat, and truthfully, it was becoming painful for Jason having to rewatch it over and over.

Yes, he had been given strict orders to merely stay hidden within the shadows and report back to Batman with the intel he was instructed to gather, but Jason wanted to do more than be a sidekick to gather information.

“How was that a mistake?” He retorted, pointing to the screen. “If I hadn’t gone, you would have never known what was happening down there.”

Finally, Bruce turned in his chair, his voice just as deep as always. Like a parent scolding his child - which was true to an extent.

"You're telling me that you found out what that whole ordeal was about?" He questioned, gesturing a hand to the screen. "Because it sure doesn't look like you do."

It angered Jason more than he would have liked to admit that Bruce was mostly right. The most Jason knew was that the Joker was up to something, but when was he not? The best possible answer he got was that he has an alliance of some sort. You seemed to be around his age, possibly younger, and yet you were one of the most skilled fighters he's fought. You were experienced, and no doubt deadly.

His nose ached from the harsh punch that you had thrown, the wet rag that was now soaked with crimson blood was discarded beside him.

When Bruce noticed his silence, he continued to ignore him from then on. His fingers dancing along the computer and leaving an uncomfortable silence that Jason wished to break.

Alfred walked in with a tray of coffee; something Bruce had waved him off to go and grab whilst he worked. Whilst the silence lingered, Alfred's gaze flickered up to the screen of the masked girl.

"I do not recognize this criminal," Alfred spoke as he settled the tray down. "Have we seen this girl before?"

Bruce shook his head, a frown etched on his features. "No, but there have been witnesses. Apparently, she's only shown up around Gotham the past two months."

Alfred hummed. “And what does this criminal do, exactly?”

Bruce pushed his body away from the desk with a long sigh, his brows still pinched into a deep frown as his hand dragged down his face. “Jason’s body cam just managed to pick up a little of their conversation before she ran off. The Joker is in on this, too. She knows him, and well.”

Jason's curiosity was piqued. What was the Joker's intentions, now? Surely it was another scheme to lure Batman into a trap.

“Perhaps another laughing gas?” Alfred suggested as he glanced over at Jason, gesturing toward the tea as he offered to pour some, but Jason shook his head.

"Not a laughing gas," Jason concluded, digging into the suit that he still wore. He pulled out the familiar vial that he had managed to snatch from the masked girl, holding it up for everybody's view. "I'm thinking maybe a drug, or maybe some sort of crazy mutation serum!" He looked between the two, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Bruce remained silent for a moment, his gaze never leaving the vial in his son's hand. Jason was expecting praise, a congratulations, maybe even a pat on the back and allowed more freedom whilst on patrol. But Bruce's face remained stoic.

"Jason," he started, tone very far from what he had expected. Was it anger? Disappointment? Shock?

He was quick to saunter over and take the vial from his hand, analyzing it carefully as he twisted it in his grasp.

With a shake of his head, his frown deepened. If that were even possible. He placed the vial carefully onto the desk beside the computer.

"You're too reckless," he began. "Not only did you go against my orders, but now you are involved with a crime much deeper than what you can handle. You've put yourself in danger. And not only yourself," he pointed to the screen again. "But you got her in danger, too."

Jason felt his anger boil, ready to spill over any second. Could Bruce not see his success for once? Could he not give him the approval he desperately wished for? It was risky, but he had got the job done.

"I did what I had to," he defended, the anger evident in his voice as he took a step closer.

Bruce quickly snapped back. "And what you did was wrong."

A pause.

"Next time something like this happens, you follow my order... otherwise the title of Robin goes to somebody else."

In the heat of his rage, Jason stormed past both Bruce and Alfred and made his way out of the Batcave, cape flowing behind him with every long stride. Before the door had slammed shut, he just managed to hear a little of Alfred's voice.

"They're both just children, Master Wayne," he tried. "Much like you once were."

"I can't have him making more mistakes."

A harsh slap landed against your cheek, your head snapping to the side from the force. The burning sensation left behind caused for your eyes to sting with tears, your vision blurred.

His maniacal laughter was all you could hear despite the ringing in your ears, and you didn't fail to notice the very evident annoyance behind each deep inhale of laughter.

"I can't believe it!" Joker paced. "You really let that little rodent slip past your fingers, just like that? My, my, I might have placed just a little too much faith in you."

He crouched down before you, masking a frown as his thumb came up to swipe the blood from your lip. Your tongue darted out to swipe at the cut he had left, the metallic taste lingering in your mouth.

"I must say I am very disappointed," Joker hummed, but oddly enough his hand came to rest on your shoulder, like an odd way of comforting. "But that's why there's always room to learn from mistakes!"

The vial that you were sent to retrieve merely a few hours ago was no longer tucked away safely in your pocket.

You had only realized once you were in front of Joker's latest warehouse that he used as a current hideout, your hands searching every pocket, each shoe, in search for the vial. Robin had managed to slip it out without you noticing, and it enraged you.

He was fast, skilled, and very obviously sly. Although it was a tough fight, it brought some adrenaline and excitement into your night. Something you had craved for a while.

Joker clicked his tongue in thought, now sat on a torn couch across from you with his leg propped up on his knee.

"You'll make it up to me, right, my little clown?" his tone was almost mocking. "Perhaps next time you might run into the little birdy again, oh, that would spice things up!"

You inhaled a shaky breath. "I'll get it back," you said, but he waved you off.

"Nah, I'll just get the doc to make me a new one. Although, we can't afford any more mistakes now, can we, Y/N?"

He looked at you expectingly, dread washing over you the longer his gaze pierced your own.

"No, we can't."

"That's my girl!" He clapped his hands. "Harley! Come get the poor girl cleaned up, will ya? She looks like she's been through hell!" He let out a loud cackle at what he considered a joke, slapping his knee.

Harley's head popped from around the corner of the cracked wall, pigtails swinging with every movement she made. With one look at you, she was rushing over.

"Puddin, what happened?" She practically squealed, ushering you to stand up, though the small smile never left her lips. "Oh dear, let's get you all nice and cleaned up!"

The bathroom that she had practically dragged you into smelt of urine and had broken tiles scattered across the floor. Mold was growing along the ceiling and puddles of water crowded at the base of the sink. You had to hold back the look of disgust when Harley took a small rag and wet it under some water.

It wasn't long until Harley was finally finished with dabbing your split lip with the cold water and tending to the few cuts you had littered over your flesh. It was a poorly done job, but the moment you had got to step into your own small room - a storage space that barely managed to fit the worn mattress you used to sleep on, you were instantly flopping down.

It was quiet and dark, but nothing that you weren't already used to. You enjoyed having some time away from the two clowns, after all.

Looking over, you reached for the same small bear that you've kept over the years, only now it wasn't as soft as it used to be, and the familiar smell of your old home was gone from the fur. Instead, it was now covered in dirt and grime. A button had been sewn on poorly as an eye after the last had fallen off, and its right arm was barely hanging on by a thread. Still, you carefully held it against your body as you laid on your side, alone and tense.

Your mind refused to settle, thoughts swarming with the Robin boy who had managed to make your night go from alright to horrific in only a few hours.

He had outplayed you - tricked you - and still somehow, he had managed to get your mind swimming. Your fight was oddly thrilling, and it confused you with his cocky comments. Batman was nowhere to be seen, meaning that Robin had let you go. Why?

Your knuckles had tightened their hold on the bear, a reminder of your life before any of this had happened. You didn't dwell on it, knowing that there was no way back. But the sadness lingered once you buried your face into the soft fur, allowing for the sleep to catch up to you. As usual it was never a peaceful one, but instead filled with nightmares and an all too familiar wide grin.

@annabellelee @stormz369

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[baddieladdie]

♡ Companion Shorts ♡

Fallout companions react to depressed vault dweller

Rating: Teen Charon ➼ Arcade Gannon ➼ Hancock ➼ Nick Valentine ➼ Deacon

Charon [FO3]

"What are you doing?" Charon grumbled from behind you, annoyed at the sudden stop in broad daylight. The view was nice from this vantage point, but it also meant they were in clear view of any hidden antagonists.

The burden of your loneliness beckons you to the ground. You fall to your knees, though the weight off your legs does nothing for heaviness in your spirit.

Why? You didn't know why.

Perhaps you had been too optimistic. Believed so wrongly that you could bring change to the wasteland. Or at least bring some minor degree of improvement. It was futile, all along. The wasteland was ever hungry, taking everything it was given and reducing it to rubbish. Even with the few good deeds done, the Talon company just kept sending mercenaries to kill you for the very slight of fighting the good fight. No good deed goes unpunished, right?

You look down the chasm below, half-hearted imagining your mutilated body on the rocks. Would even your death make a difference? Or would it just be one more life taken by the wastes?

"Hey," A familiar firm hand gripped your shoulder, "It's not safe here."

Tension swelled up in your sinuses as you shrugged his hand off. You clenched your hands together, digging your nails into the palm of your hand. The subtle pain was refreshing against the agony in your mind.

Charon was a victim even before the bombs fell; a constant reminder that humanity was corrupt well before apocalypse. Perhaps you really weren't so separated from the innate evil nature in the human spirit. You relied on Charon in nearly every fire fight. Taking advantage of his experience and strength through a contract you knew was akin to slavery. He obeyed every command, helped with every request. Never questioning you for a moment and always risking his life. You felt sickened on your reliance on that bloody contract. You should be finding a way to free him, and yet....where would that leave you? Dead? And what future what that be? Dead now or just dead later...

Charon grumbled as he sat beside you on the chasm's edge. He had seen ages pass, experienced more agony than he could ever be bothered to explain. For some employers, he'd leave them to their devices. But you? You are one of the few bastards crazy enough to help others selflessly in the wasteland. Even if wasteland was utterly indifferent to your efforts, it certainly be a darker place without the hope you brought others with each intentional good dead. Their very existence showed a brighter side of humanity that was a rarity in dark times.

"Tell me what troubles you," Charon's familiar gravelly voice was laced with an unfamiliar tone of... genuine concern?

"I just," You sigh heavily. "I don't know how much longer I can keep going on like this."

"I've wondered the same thing myself." Charon nodded with an empty stare.

You felt a pang of guilt at the possibility of bringing up painful memories for him.

Charon continued hesitantly. "I feel I must remind you; I am honor bound to keep you safe. From threats and, if necessary, from yourself"

"I don't want t-"

Before you can finish your thought, Charon scoops you up into his arms and walks you away from the ledge. "You need to be more careful," He complained. "You won't make a difference out here if you're dead."

He carries on walking through the awkward silence. "We passed a shelter not far from here. We could rest until you feel ready to continue again. We could uh, listen to that radio broadcast you like you so much."

"Maybe play game?" you tease.

"Don't push your luck, kid."

-Charon carries you to the shelter where he watches over you diligently until the worst of your depression episode passes-

Arcade [FNV]

You stare blankly at the ceiling above. Small particles of dust lazily hung in the air of the abandoned cabin you and Arcade took shelter in a few days ago. You really should leading the charge back out into the Mojave, but you simply couldn't find the energy to do so. Therefore, you simply rested.

Arcade knocked on the door and patiently waited for a response you couldn't be bothered to provide.

"Alright, guess I'm just going to let myself in then. I'll give you to the count of three," Arcade raised his voice from behind the wooden slat door. "You better be decent by then." you head him mumble.

Arcade cracked open the door, peering around to see your still body in the same position as when he gave you a mug of coffee hours before.

"In another one of our spells, are we?" His sarcasm brought you little comfort.

"Sorry. I just lose my heads sometimes," you sigh with a heavy heart.

"If by 'sometimes' you mean 'a lot of times', I agree. Please just....go easy on yourself, okay?"

You nodded, the vague emptiness you felt threatening to swallow you whole. Taking everything with it 'til you couldn't feel nothing at all.

"This is worse than before, isn't it?" Arcade pulled up a chair next to you. It creaked under his weight as he sat down. "Was it something I said?"

You shook your head. "No, nothing like that. I'm just....tired, Arcade. I'm fine, really." You gave a meager fake smile, hoping to appease the kindly doctor.

"Mmhm," Arcade paused for a beat. "Is that all?"

You could have sworn you were just tired, but now that you think about it, there were some troubles on your mind. Arcade waited patiently for you to open him to him about it. He did enjoy lengthy conversations more than most and always had his opinions ready.

"Ready to get back out there?"

"All right, let's not waste any time!" Arcade rested his doctor's bag on a shoulder, the enthusiasm in his voice giving away his excitement. "There are people out there to help, things to learn. Maybe not in that order, but let's get to it!"

Hancock [FO4]

Hancock chuckled, lounging on the couch next to you in the old state house. "I don't buy that shit for a minute." He shook his head, "No way, you can't fool me, sister/brother." He casually rested his hand on your thigh, immediately drawing your attention to him. "It hasn't been easy transition ya, has it?"

Your eyes began to water as Hancock looked you over with care. He nodded slowly with genuine understanding, "I didn't think so. No one should have to go through what you've been through." He gave your hand a little squeeze. "Ya always give me hope for brighter future. Cause I get to have you in my life." He smiled, "Cause the odds, it's practically impossible our paths would ever meet. I mean, you're pre-war, baby. The freshest smoothskin around and you wanna be a drugged out, dragged out ghoul?! That's how I know all that karma shit is bull, 'cause there is no way someone like you could ever end up with me."

You granted him a half-smile with the compliment. But the mayor didn't quite seem to grasp yet that you had burdens, very real and unconventionally heavy emotional baggage. Not that there was a trauma competition in nuclear wasteland, but you would have at least won a medal in most-fucked psyche. Your smooth nature stopped at skin level.

"It's been a Hell of road that brought us together, but aren't I glad I took up with you? 'Cause this person," Hancock paused, waiting patiently until you returned his gaze before continuing, " - the one I'm looking at right now. They're the one I love. I don't want to be without them ever again."

You wince slightly, his words a little too sweet. "You sure about this, Hancock? I mean, with everything I've been through...." You sigh heavily, your chest falling. "People are going to talk, Mayor" You give him a sly look, knowing how he enjoyed the occasional call to his title.

"Can't say I care much about what others think. Half the opinions out there aren't worth listening to anyway. The only opinion I care about, is yours." He grinned.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Are you sure?" "You kidding me? So long as I got you at my side, it doesn't matter the capacity. I'm with you all the way, rain or shine" "You're a damn fine man, Hancock. I'm lucky to have you at my back." "And God help any of 'em who get in our way."

Nick Valentine [FO4]

"In my line of work, you usually see folks at their worst. I can tell there's something troubling you. You want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly." You grumble. You swirled with antagonistic emotions, unable to tell where one pain started and the other ended. Guess that's just what happens after you go through one too many impossible tragedies. Losing the love of your life and child alone was unimaginable. Your years of service in the U.S. army gave you the 'gift' of surviving the nuclear attacks that transformed your home and country to a primitive wasteland. You've always tried to make the best decisions possible for your family. But if you hadn't signed up for Vault 101, would you have died peacefully alongside your love? Would that have been better? You stared into your hands, agonizing over the conversation you had with the Vault-tec sales rep.

"Not enough people out here are willing to try and do what's right. I consider myself awful lucky I fell in with one who is," Nick paused, the smoke from his cigarette seeping from the metal cracks in his feature. He glanced around the Boston shore, checking for any ne'er-do-wells. But the coast was clear, perhaps due to their combat efforts earlier that day. He cleared his throat, and continued with some insistence, "If there is something bothering you, I'd like to be the one to help lighten the load. I happen to know a thing or two about find yourself after losing the life you thought you had."

"Thanks, Nick," You snap out of momentarily. The Boston harbor air was foul. You couldn't escape the reality you were in, no matter how you tried. The smells, the sounds, the food - none of it was familiar. "I'll be fine. I just don't sleep well." That wasn't much of a lie. Whenever you try to sleep, the memory of your love screaming your name returned. Their blood painting the inside of their frozen coffin while you watched helpless from inside your own. When you eventually fell asleep, the unfamiliar sounds of gunfire, screams of terror from the wasteland, and shouts of mutants would wake you. It was all just too much.

"I think it's time we take a break from the case, friend."

"What?!" You jump up from the bench, "We can't stop now! Not with the progress we've made!"

Nick flinched in surprise, but quickly settled to a concerned frown. "You haven't been yourself lately. We-," Nick sighed, committing to genuine honesty as he often did. "Partner, I need you at your best to solve this case. Come on, let's go back to the agency. I'll review the case files and you get some rest."

You look away, anger and guilt fuming within you. "I don't feel much like resting, Nick. I want to finish this."

Nick let your words marinate in the pregnant silence. "Is that what you want? To 'finish' this?" He gripped a metal hand your shoulder and looked down into your eyes. "I understand, you must feel angry. You have every right to be. But hurting others won't bring them back."

You simply couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears of grief, rage, and pain streamed hotly down your face, pooling at the apex of your chin. Nick pulled you into a tight embrace, rubbing your back as you cried into his signature detective trench coat.

"I'm sorry, friend. Truly."

Deacon [FO4]

You take a long drag off your cigarette, savoring that ever-so-familiar lightheadedness. The weather was shit, as it always was in Boston. Cloudy, and damp. You wrapped your cloak a little tighter around yourself, but it didn't do you much good. The bitter cold you felt reached deeper than your bones and left you frozen to your core. Just an icy fraction of the vibrant person you were before. Before you lost everything you had fought for, everything that had mattered to you. It all was gone. And along with it, any reason to carry on.

You exhaled slowly, watching your frozen breath drift aimlessly away from your cracked lips. Deacon watched quietly from aside, nursing a chilled Nuka-cola. He cleared his throat awkwardly. Genuine words never did come easily to him. Deacon had always found it more comfortable to flirtatiously avoid the truth. Kept him safe from every getting hurt....and ever making close friends. Deacon, being a loner himself, recognized the loneliness you dwelled in.

"I know what I feels like to wear a mask. That kind of protection only ambiguity can give you. But really - are you feeling okay? Cause you can talk to me"

"Another one of your little lies?" You sigh, tapping the ash off the butt of your cigarette.

"No, not this time," Deacon kept an uncharacteristically straight face

You pause, stirred by the sincerity present in Deacon's voice. He loved the way lies could crack your usual composure. You watch his expression carefully, checking for any usual hint of his usual mischievous nature. But all that saw on his face was genuine concern for a companion he cared deeply about.

"Well, look who's acting out of character now," you tease. "Thanks, Deacon. I appreciate that. And I'll be fine. It just, uh...." you take in a deep breath. "It takes time, building up this new life. Making these new memories. Building these new relationships. Just sometimes, I uh, miss my old life. My old friends. Sometimes I see something, and I just know my spouse would have loved to see it."

"I know. But we'll stop the Insititute. For them."

"Right," You nod, filled with determination. "For them."

To.Be.Continued...

[gamerbearmira]

Wish???? WHATTTTT

So this is different from my usual content but I randomly wrote this??? Very short snippet last night and did the drawing this morning.

Mostly got to do with the rewrite I wanna do; Asha's childhood would be a lot more relevant, especially her father. Like he was barely mentioned in the movie, and I understand he was dead and all, but dang, barely even a name drop is CRAZY

any uhhhhh have fun reading ig idk

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Asha sat on the large tree, its branches knarled and aged as she gazed out at the vast ocean. She looked upwards, the stars twinkling high above her. She remembered when her papa would sit next to her, singing and telling stories about the stars and wishes.

Wishes.

She never really knew what her wish was. Not really. But now that she was 13, and everything had changed so much in only a year...she knew what she wanted it to be.

But she knew it'd never be granted.

Never in the history of Rosas was a wish like it granted. To bring someone back from the dead. Sure, King Magnifico was powerful, but even Asha had her doubts abiut a wish like that.

But even then, she was sure her father wouldn't want that. Certainly not her mama or Saba. No, he'd want her to move on and be happy. He always talked avout how she should have a wish, a dream, and hold onto it tight.

She looked down at her hands. She fiddled with her curls before sighing and leaning back and looking up at the sky again. "Star light, star bright..." She hummed softly. Her eyes scanned the sky before they landed on a star that twinkled a little brighter than the others. "First star I see tonight,"

Asha stood, carefully keeping her balance as she walked along the branches, climbing higher. "I wish I may, I wish I might," she grunted, pulling her self up onto one of the higher branches. "Have this wish I wish tonight."

She stared at the star for a long time. Closing her eyes, she whispered something. Something on shr and the star above could hear. When she opened them, she swore the star shone beighter, just for a flicker of a second. She blinked, her hands gripping the bark and she leaned closer. Her lips parted as she gasped softly. But before she could say or do anything further, she heard bleating from below. She dropped down on the branch, leaning over the edge.

"Valentina! How did you get out if the barn?" Asha wuickly climbed down, her attention from the star distracted—but not forgotten. Once down on the ground, she picked up the goat, nuzzling her surprisingly soft but dense mohair. "Your getting big! Soon I won't be able to pick you up anymore," she laughed. It was true. Valentina's back hooves were nearly touching the ground now.

Valentina let out another bleat, nudging Asha before the girl let her down. "You always know how to find me. Of course, I'm always at the same placed," she said, walking off, with the goat trotting after her after munching at rhe small flowers that dotted the grass. As she walked, she glanced back at the star. It looked normal again. But for some reason, deep down, she knew it wasn't just a figment of her imagination. She could feel it, deep in her heart.

She sighed, walking down the path back to the village and to her house. It was late. Valentina walked beside her, her long, droooy ears flicking absently. Asha suddenly turned to her companion. "You know. One day, I'm gonna be a great wizard like King Magnifico," she bent down, picking up a long stick resembling a staff. She twirled, waving it around. "Just imagine. Me, Asha, weilding magic and making everyone's wish come true!" She laughed, turned to Valentina, who was watching her while lazily chewing on some grass.

With a soft sigh, she continued walked, her homey cottage coming into view. Valentina had already begun walking back to her pen, but Asha lingered outside her door, looking up st the sky one last time. "I swear it. I'll grant everyone's wish."

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Asha's young teen design keeps changing 🌚 not by much. Pretty similar to her kid design, idk.

[beelmons]

Escapade 1

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!reader Rating: NSFW, readers under 18 are not advised to read this story. Tags: smut, best friends to lovers, possible angst at some point, porn with plot, mentions of weapons, minor OC appeareances for plot purposes, mentions of death for plot purposes, unprotected sex Summary: The stress of the job can take a toll on one’s mind and body, and as your friend Spencer and you come to realize: there’re many fun ways to cope up with it. Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 / 3: Bonus | 4 | 5 | 6 A/N: This was supposed to be a one shot but people on AO3 asked for continuance and now I have made a very interesting mess. The format used dashes instead of quotations for dialogue since it's more AO3 friendly. Responting so it can appear on spencer tags. Enjoy and let me know what you think. 

The most interesting part of working in the BAU was definitely the bouquet of personalities that the team had to offer. Not one of them was similar to the other, not in how they talked, nor thought or behaved; granted, that happened to be the biggest asset of the unit and what got them through most of the cases they had had so far.

Dynamics were always different, from one member to another, and certainly everybody seemed to fit the best with someone else. Prentiss and JJ, Garcia and Morgan, Rossi and Hotch, everyone but Spencer Reid. Or so he felt, until he met you. Being closer to his age than any other agent around him, he felt a slight relief knowing that you would join as the expert negotiator, finally someone that could relate to the struggles of what youth and inexperience could bring into this high-stress job.

Since social interactions were not really his forte, getting to know him was a bit of a challenge. And yet, it was the easiest part. A man who overshared and couldn’t hide his excitement about certain topics, smart like no other, and easily shaken by the vile nature of many of the subjects he got to study, you could read him like he was a children’s book since the moment you were introduced by Hotchner. Shortly after, and thanks to Morgan’s efforts to nudge the two of you into talking more, you became friends. You enjoyed his nerdy presence around you so much, he was fun in his own way and never ran out of topics of conversation, for obvious reasons. Spencer Reid was your FBI partner and friend, and as hard as it was to admit, you would even consider him your best friend.

Aware of said fact, you couldn’t stop asking yourself why, then, were you in this utility closet, standing with your chest against the wall, barely able to see your partner as he pounded inside you from behind, the waistband of your pants down to the mid of your thighs and feeling the way the fabric of his own brushed against your ass. Spencer leaned back trying to get a better view of his work, even when the darkness of the suffocating room would not allow much vision, his moans reduced to quiet but quick breaths. You missed the heat of his body once he pulled away, having been flush against you seconds before, and you let him know with a whimper. He was quick to emit a “shh” from his lips, knowing that if you got caught it would mean the end of your careers. Feeling him slide in and out of you was blissful, and the thrill of being found out was just adding to the knot forming in your stomach. He felt the twitching of your walls and quickly bent forward again, his clothed chest rubbing against your blouse as he whispered into your ear.

— Hold on — he let out — I’m almost there, too.

The restraint in his voice sent chills down your spine. He was trying his best to keep himself quiet, even when his hips wouldn’t give you a second of rest, you clung to the pores of the wall trying to hold back your climax as you felt his tip hit to the very end of your insides, he kept your lower body still with his fingers, his palms tightly gripping onto your clothes to avoid changing the angle he knew was driving you crazy. It took only a couple more deep thrusts to send you over the edge, you couldn’t help a moan at the feeling of your orgasm, and he was quick to cover your mouth with his hand as soon as he heard your voice start to come out, his free arm wrapped around your waist, pushing your ass further against him as he kept still to release inside you, burying his face into your neck with a low and quiet groan.

Your bodies pulled apart and you gave him a second to dispose of the condom he had previously put on, in the meantime you fixed your clothes and inspected the blazer you had removed and hung from a shelf before the act just to make sure it was not messed up from any cleaning materials. Spencer mimicked your actions and tidied himself up before you finally turned around to check on him and grinned for a bit once you locked eyes.

— You okay? — he inquired.

— Yes, Don Juan — you chuckled at his concern — It was nice. So much for “it was a one-time thing,” huh? — He responded to your question with an awkward, almost uncomfortable, laugh. This was not the first time you had done something like this with Reid and it most likely wouldn’t be the last one. — Okay, doctor, do me. — you said as you stood straight after sliding on your blazer.

— I… — Spencer furrowed his brows in slight confusion — I… think I just did?

— Not that, smart-ass — you snarked back playfully — the profile. Look at my outfit, my expression, my hair, everything that could not match the story that we came up with. Listen, we work with some of the brightest, most observant minds of the FBI, if we don’t cover our backs, they will find out pretty soon about it, so to keep this quiet we need to outsmart them.

— Right, right — he reminded himself of the pact you had made a couple of weeks before. With a prolonged glance he started to examine your body, head, chest, bottom, legs, anything that could give away the fact that he had just had you up against the wall doing your best to not scream his name outright. — Your shirt looks too tidy, if we were out buying coffee, it would have slipped out of the pants a little bit from the walking. It rained yesterday, but the mud of your shoes has already dried up from being inside, so you should probably damp it up in the bathroom, you usually don’t button up your blazer after midday so it would be odd if you just came back with it buttoned up — he made a quick motion with his finger to have you turn around, to which you happily obliged — your hair is slightly messy from the back… hold on. — you thought he was going to fix it himself, but instead you heard him type something into his phone — It’s windy today, so it’s okay that it remains like that.

He grabbed you by the shoulders to gently spin you once again, and his hands ruffled the top of your hair slightly. He retracted his arms once he was satisfied with his work and tensed up for you to examine him next. He looked oddly nervous and avoided eye contact, guess he wasn’t used to being an anatomy skeleton for students to observe. You observed his shoes, pants, shirt, everything on him intently, and you didn’t like to admit you spent a couple milliseconds more on his face than needed. Once you had gotten your verdict you began to talk.

— Even if it rained yesterday, the sun is out, so it’s a little bit hot today, it’s better that you remove your sweater vest, you rarely wear it outside because the heat makes you grumpy, so it wouldn’t make sense to put it on outside.

— I thought about that too but… — he said as he pointed at his shirt — this is way too wrinkled, and I ironed this morning before I came to work, Morgan or Prentiss surely noticed.

— That’ fine. — you said as you continued to observe him — We will drop a bit of coffee on your shirt, which will give you a perfect excuse to not remove the vest. Make sure to drop some on your shoes too and a bit on your pants. Also, your zipper, it’s too far up to the top, once you start walking it slides a little bit because the safety grip gives in slightly. Your hair also… — you reached to ruffle it roughly, to which he responded with an “ouch!” — Sorry, your hair is just always getting too messy with the wind, so we must keep that in character. Also, roll your sleeves up, you do that when you carry coffee trays.

— Wow. — he exclaimed as you helped him roll the shirt as you mentioned — I mean, I knew we observed everyone in the team a lot, but this was pretty impressive.

— Yeah. — you said absentmindedly — Hurry. We’ve been out here for eight minutes, the coffee shop is a four-minute walk, and the delivery boy is already outside the building.

— Right, right.

You stood behind the door as you often did. That was the modus operandi, he would go out to grab the coffee and let you know if the hall was clear, which it almost always was since it was a service hall, and you would go out after his text, often grabbing a cloth that you would claim having gone get it if any of the janitors happened to see you go out. You had everything planned, brilliant minds coming up with brilliant plans to get away with what they needed to do, or rather wanted to do. After sneaking out of the closet you headed to the bathroom. Shirt, shoes, blazer, hair, everything was fixed to the way Spencer had told you.

You met him halfway back to the office and he handed you one of the coffee trays. Morgan’s, Prentiss’s, Rossi’s, none for Hotch, JJ’s with cream, and Garcia’s caramel macchiato, you looked over the orders once again, everything seemed in place, nothing they could read on you that would be out of the ordinary. Steady pace, not too fast not too slow, just two partners walking back into the office.

— Glad you two are back. — Hotch said as soon as you entered the BAU floor — We’re adjusting schedules for the upcoming guest lectures we are meant to give during law enforcement week in DC, they are meant to be given to a group of selected universities.

— Why are you wearing you vest? — Morgan interrupted all of a sudden as he scanned Reid up and down. — It’s like a million degrees outside.

You froze in your place and did your best to not show the panic in your eyes, hoping all the attention would be on him instead of the muscles that had tensed up involuntarily. You looked at Spencer as well, trying to join the questioning look of everyone else. You had told him about the vest, why did he decide to ignore you? You were beginning to spiral into the scenario where Morgan found out and you were kicked to the curb and eventually ended up homeless before a motion from Reid pulled you out. He pulled on the neckline of the vest to awkwardly reveal a huge coffee stain on his right pec. Everyone seemed to either laugh or at least smile at the way he ashamedly pursed his lips. You joined in the teasing as to not arise suspicion, since in any other situation you would do exactly that.

— Don’t worry, Reid, the day will come when you win your endless battle against slippery sidewalks.

— Something fun always happens in your coffee escapades — Emily mentioned.

— Actually, — Reid began to ramble — “escapades” comes from the Spanish “Escapar” which means “to escape from a place or a situation”, and in English it can be translated as “to part into adventure” which implies that the objective of the travel is unknown, “Crusade” is a mission to retrieve something, more specifically the holy grail, that could compare to coffee-

— Reid. — Hotch said firmly when he noticed the rest of the members confusedly staring at the blond doctor.

— Sorry. — he said as he cut himself short, pursing his lips embarrassedly as he used to.

— As I was saying, the lectures that the BAU will be imparting in different universities have to cater to the needs of each student bodies, since we’re looking to recruit future members with them. Look over the files on your desks and propose topics to lecture on before the end of the day so we can start working on the actual content. We will meet later to discuss how we will split to do the tour without spreading our workforce too thin. Get to work.

With a single hand movement, Hotch finished the briefing of the uninteresting task and grabbed the cup that was meant for Rossi, likely to take it to his office since he had shut himself in there working on something unknown. Morgan and Prentiss grabbed theirs too, and JJ mentioned something about bringing Garcia’s to her. Before heading back to your place, and making sure no one else was looking, you leaned back onto Reid’s desk with him resting comfortably against his seat. You looked at each other with a slightly smug smile. It was the first time you had gotten away with it at work, and it had been nothing short to exciting.

— An escapade. Doesn’t sound too shabby. — you said, your lips still curled up. — New code word?

— I do think that “escapade” is a way better code word than “let’s do the thing". It’s not very FBI-y if you ask me. Although, I still have to argue that an escapade has no apparent purpose and it’s just for the thrill of the adventure, as for what we’re doing we clearly have an objective in mind.

— Sure, that’s a good point of view, but also, you never know what’s going to happen in this adventure, and of course won’t be the same every time.

— Well, yeah, but the goal of the adventure doesn’t really change, it’s still to achieve the holy… — he stopped himself, threading carefully over his words, trying not to sound too tacky — the holy grail?

— Well, it certainly felt holy. — you took a sip of your coffee as you spurted those words.

— Hey! — he darted out loudly before lowering his voice. — Someone could hear us.

He stopped you mostly to avoid getting any redder on the face. He would so confidently take you in a utility closet, but being praised for his performance was making him shy? God, you found this man so amusing.

— Whatever, I’m not discussing the etymology of our code word with you. Let’s get to work if we don’t want to end up with boring lectures.

You pushed yourself away from his desk and walked back to yours, just a couple meters from his, to obey the orders you had given yourself. You buried your nose into the files that the boss had left for you, so much that you didn’t notice the way he kept slightly grinning in your direction. He knew he needed to wipe it out soon, or all the planning, sneaking, and stealth would go down the drain. Whatever it happened at work from now on, there was something for certain, you could always look forward to the next escapade.

[druidshollow]

infodumping about rain world ancient ocs- about that ask i just answered

just in case the incredible @inkycorvid wanted me to talk about my ancient ocs instead of my ancient headcanons im making a post talking about my idiot guys in a very annoying structure. gotta cover all my bases

MANY SMALL "FLOWERS", ONE QUICK GLANCE

he/him, bisexual, sometimes has beard barbells sometimes doesn't. middle aged (in genetically modified to live for a longass time terms), very much divorced. admin to eleven rivers, not very nice to eleven rivers.

HOW TO IDENTIFY A FLOWERS IN THE WILD:

-like never smiles, always looks either pissed off or miserable

-his mask is very wedge-shaped. big karma 10 symbols on sides

-practically every time red is used in the context of my rain world ocs it relates to him. either symbolically or literally. see red highlights???? probably flowers' fucking fault!!

-two strands of hair always fall in face

-wears wrappings often. once my bf said he probably wouldnt get divorced so hard if he wasnt dressed like a weird mummy

-no left ear

COOL FLOWERS FACTS

-comes from a considerably privileged background. family had incredibly high expectations

-traumatized by everlasting fire's attack and afraid of iterators. will not enter a puppet chamber unless entirely necessary

-creates strong emotional attachments and reacts to rejection with self-isolation and bitterness

-late game, before he begins his plan to demolish eleven rivers and ascend himself but after the twins are awake he begins drinking an unhealthy amount and projecting his anger all over the place, especially towards rivers

-likes vultures. thinks they're crazy neat

-does not and can not have any comprehension of the ramifications his douchebaggery will bring about in the future (huge rammies. absolutely massive rammies)

-becomes an echo when he tries to ascend. his echo sits right snug over eleven rivers' chamber!

FLIGHT TO THE SUN, HOMEWARD "DESCENT"

she/her, bisexual, sometimes wears fancy shinies on her hair. middle aged in modified to live a very long time terms. flowers' ex wife. doing WAY better than him. admin to a fleck of flame, very nice to a fleck of flame.

HOW TO IDENTIFY A DESCENT IN THE WILD:

-blue, cream stripes, frills on upper back

-short face, short hair, short body. short

-walks with cane after everlasting fire's attack

-implant in right ear later game, ear still there

-does in fact smile! makes lots of smug faces. she is in general very emotionally intense and expressive, and is also very morally headstrong. quick to jump to anger when she thinks lines have been crossed.

COOL DESCENT FACTS

-she was named "flight to the sun, thirteen sparks" at birth, and changed it when she was enrolled in the school of solutions

-punk by ancient society terms. not big on ascension, very much a "don't we have it pretty fuckin good? why are we in such a rush to leave" kind of person

-stayed in the iterator project after fire's failure because in losing him she realized how human the iterators were. spent her life working to make their rights more solid and complexities more widely understood

-very close friends with fleck. looks at fleck as her son, looked at fire as her son as well

-met flowers at the start of their schooling. they quickly bonded as they got to work together and were endorsed for esteemed position together

-left flowers in part because of the trauma surrounding the situation with fire, but more because she didn't like what she was beginning to see in flowers. he invented the first model of the demolishers after fire's attack, which descent hated. they would have split up eventually even if fire had lived and they'd continued work on him together. i think their political views and morals are too different, and their personalities too headstrong for it to've been avoided forever

"WANDER"ING AIMLESSLY WITH EVERLASTING JOY

she/he/they, genderfluid and swaps pronouns often. pansexual. like in their late 20s early 30s equivalently. admin to glass incident. flowers' younger sibling, probably a nepotism hire

HOW TO IDENTIFY A WANDER IN THE WILD:

-shithead or confident expression

-lots of ear piercings, bridge piercing. no permanent ear implant

-three "bangs" fall on face. tends to let hair down when feeling more feminine and tie it up when feeling masculine

-frills on arms

-dresses a bit... revealing sometimes to be fully honest. wears a mask the least out of their group, doesn't like it for sensory reasons

-quite similar to flowers in shapes and colours, just with green stripes instead of red

COOL WANDER FACTS

-actually quite intelligent and insightful, but their primal need to cause chaos and keep everything lighthearted often overpowers this

-since flowers did so well in school and had his first project be a massive failure, lots of higher eyes were on wander throughout school

-joined the iterator project to stay near flowers

-was VERY happy to be selected to work with corners

-puts maybe too much energy into caring for flowers and trying to help him, when he pushes back so hard

THE LESS IMPORTANTS :D

bark, cloud, smoke, west and journey are less important background characters! ive never even drawn bark or journey until right now, lmao

bark is a very old man who just wants to do his work in peace. cloud is an introvert who is very calm and professional. smoke is pretentious and self-involved. they're a teacher at the school of solutions and endorsed flowers and descent for the esteemed position. west is a hot guy flowers knew in school that he had a short-lived fling with after his divorce. journey was rivers' admin before flowers, but then she went to the void so she had to be replaced.

hope this suffices and everyone is properly tired of seeing these guys!

[yourforeverokay]

The Meaning Behind the Song (Elvis Presley x Reader) pt. 2

word count: 2,3k

summary: What happens when it's Y/N's first day in town and she goes to the local diner, only to meet the person that had filled her thoughts all day and night?

a/n: Hey my loves <3 Thank you so much for appreciating the first part of this series. I hope you enjoy this one just as much. I hope to post more often but my life is keeping me busy with work and graduation but I'll promise to start posting more regularly! Also I use the pronouns she/her in this series for the main character, but that doesn't limit the reader to anything, you can imagine the person to be whoever you want them to be! Thank you <3

You drove another hour or two before you found yourself in front of your new apartment. You parked your car in front of the poor and almost broken-down apartment building but the state of it didn't bother you at all. You had lived your whole life in poverty-stricken conditions and you wanted to change that. Your parents had always dreamed of you finding yourself a wealthy man, so that your family could finally pay off all the debts that had burdened everyone, especially your father, who worked everyday for almost 10 hours. He just wanted his only child to live a happy and fulfilled life, but he wasn't capable of miracles, despite his full schedules of work and chronical stress. You wanted the best for your family too, but marrying a wealthy man wasn't for you. You were always optimistic about life, so you figured that you could make your own money, and doing it by fulfilling your dreams. Everybody called you crazy but you knew what you were capable of and that is why you were currently stepping out of your car with your bags, ready to meet your new home.

The area that you were living in was filled with government housing, just like your house was one too. Instead of feeling embarrassed, you felt blessed to be given this opportunity to have your own apartment at such a young age. You went inside the building and walked up to the 4th floor, which was the highest one, and found your door. You took your keys, opened the door and took everything in. The apartment was fully furnished, and you loved it. You could see that the people didn't want to make the house boring and dull, because the apartment was filled with different colors. Red, green and black were the ones that really popped up in your eyes, and they were also used the most. You set your bags on the floor and started exploring the house and it's secrets. Soon after, you found your favorite spot in the apartment. It was the thick window sill, in your bedroom, that had two pillows that you could sit on while looking out of the window. The view wasn't to die for, but it was your view, and you romanticized it because that was the only way you could live your life. By seeing beauty in everything, even when there was none.

You continued settling in and hours flew by. By 10 p.m. you had already unpacked everything and set them in their places, learned how to use the radio that was located in the living room and learned how to use the oven and the stove in the kitchen. Everything was falling in place but as you sat on the window sill and drank the chamomile tea you had just poured for yourself, you couldn't help but think about the boy you met earlier. He was filling your mind with excitement but also with fear. 'What if he will not call?' You thought to yourself as you looked at the night sky. You drank your tea as you kept thinking about his beautiful deep eyes that made you blush. His voice with that southern accent, dark slicked back hair, his way of speaking...everything about him. You decided it was time to go to bed because the day had been long, exhausting but everything you wanted it to be and more.

-

You started your day early, at 8:00 a.m. to be exact. You still had some paintings to hang on your walls so you placed them in their places and after that, you heard your stomach growl. You were in desperate need of food so you got dressed, now in more basic clothes, and left the apartment. You had to walk to the city center to get to the grocery store. It was small but it had everything you needed in there. As you were walking between the isles, you got an idea of visiting the local diner tonight as a celebration of your new life. That is why you only brought home eggs, bread, milk, honey and some tomatoes from the store.

You cooked breakfast and took out your notebook. It was time to come up with something you could hopefully present to Mr. Phillips tomorrow morning when you would visit the recording studio for the first time. You always started with the lyrics and the theme and you were feeling to write a bit bluer song that you would normally write.

The other woman

You looked at the paper and suddenly remembered your last relationship which ended in a bad, bad way. The boy, who was your first love, cheated on you. He tried to lie and explain to save himself or the relationship between you and him, as he said. You were then a sad, sad girl writing songs about things you knew about but never before had you written about this heartbreak. You had been the other woman in the relationship, and you knew it. You were ashamed and lonely..waiting for love to find you again.

Has time to manicure her nails

The girl was beautiful, yes, but she didn't need to put so much effort every day to please the boy, like you did. Everyday he would see a flaw in you that needed to be fixed. That's why you always kept yourself pretty, even your nails were perfectly shaped and colored. Still it was never going to be enough. He wanted to marry the girl, his parents knew about her and they were going to have a family together. You knew you didn't have a chance but still you waited until you came to your senses and left the broken relationship you both shared.

You continued with the lyrics, trying to match a guitar to the melody you had in mind for it. It took you the whole day to write the song but you were satisfied with it. Now if only Mr. Phillips would approve it, everything would be perfect. Your notebook full of lyrics and tiny doodles of flowers, your fingers aching a bit from all the playing, you looked at the time. It was 6:30 p.m. which meant it was time for dinner. You went to your wardrobe and took out a pretty blue dress with white dots on it and put heels on that you stole from your mother. You took your purse and left the building once again.

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You arrived to the new-ish looking diner which was booked and busy with people chatting loudly in their own groups. You walked in and heard the bell above ring upon your arrival. You walked over to the counter and waited for the waitress to appear. "Hey sweetie, what can I get ya?" The waitress had to almost yell because the lively music was playing too loud next to you and the people were laughing, having fun loudly. "Hi, could I possibly get the vanilla milkshake and the hamburger with the fries?" You decided on the safest choice since you didn't know what the house special was. "Coming right up!" The waitress yelled and disappeared to the kitchen. The diner was amazing. The people, the energy, the music, everything. Everything felt perfect in that moment. You were happy to see so many people enjoying themselves with friends and family. You wished you had somebody too but it wasn't time for melancholy feelings. You swung your legs and looked at the menu in front of you when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked behind you and noticed the boy from before. "Elvis!" You turned around completely to face him. You two hugged each other tight and you felt a weird feeling in your body, it felt safe? It was so comfortable already between you two which made the butterflies go crazy in your stomach. "Hi honey, what on earth are you doing here? Shouldn't princesses be eating in their castles?" Elvis smirked at you while throwing the sly comment as you both shared a small laugh. "No but seriously, what are you doing here honey?" He asked once again, excitement shining in his eyes. "Well...It's a long story but in short, I live here now. I just moved in from California." You smiled at him while gazing in his eyes. "WHAT? That's amazing, I live here close by too!" He smiled brightly. His attention was switched to his friends when they yelled his name and tried to wave at him, signaling him to return to their booth. He just nodded and yelled "I'll be there in a minute!"

Your meal arrived and you took a fry in your mouth as Elvis started to talk about his friends and why he was there. He asked you to join but to be honest, you were too shy. You were usually a bit more quieter with new people but with Elvis, you didn't need to be. The first gaze you shared felt like you had known each other forever. "I don't want to bother you." You said while pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. "Honey, you? You could never bother me. Even now I'm blessed I can even talk to you." You giggled but a thought took over your mind. "Why didn't you call me then?" You asked him curiously, but obviously not wanting to pressure him. "I- I- um" He stuttered which you took as a sign. "It's okay, I get it." You gave the boy a small smile and took a bite of your burger. "No, no, no you don't!" He took you by your shoulders which shocked you a bit as your eyes widened. "I wanted to, I really did but I just didn't want you to find out this soon." "Find out what?" Silence took over the conversation.

"I'm not the person you might think I am. I'm a poor guy and if I would've called you would've found out that I live in the government housing by the phone number. I know girls like yourself, don't usually go for guys like me which is why I was waiting till I could've called you from my friend's house. It would have been in a lot nicer area and the number would ha-" He continued to explain before you stopped him. "Elvis, I don't care that you have no money." He looked shocked at your comment, his eyes had confusion in them though. "Elvis, I'm poor too, and I also live in a government housing, it's okay. Never would I have declined you just because of your financial situation. Never. You're a nice guy and besides all, you saved me yesterday." You said to him as you took his hand in yours. You put a fry in your mouth and popped one into his too. His friends yelled at him once again trying to get his attention but his eyes were stuck in yours. "I wanna get to know you Y/N, I wanna know your story and I definitely wanna hear what you're gonna do in here in Memphis." He said with a smile, you returned it. "Well that's going to be a long story Mr. Presley." You laughed and finished the fries that you had left. "Oh baby, I have all the time in the world. Let me walk you to your home and you can tell me all about it." He took your hand as you hopped off the stool. "What about your friends?" You asked. "They'll understand, after all I'm with a girl like you." He winked his eye at you while waving a goodbye to his friends.

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You left the diner after paying your meal (which he insisted on paying) and walked slowly in the dark night. The night was chilly and you were walking close to each other, hands slightly touching one another. You told him about your childhood which was filled with memories with your parents and your dog that you owned. You told him all the big ups and downs, all the tears and smiles that you had ever experienced. You also talked about the money problems in your family and how hard you father worked. Elvis related to it all and it felt like you too shared a childhood even though you were far away from each other then. Elvis told you about his mother and his childhood which in a big part was music. Another thing you two had in common was the love for music. You two talked about everything and everyone but one thing that was left unsaid was the fact that you two shared a record label. He didn't tell you about his popular single That's allright mama. The reason was because you two had so much to talk about and the walk to your home wasn't very long. You only told him that you were here in Memphis to chase your dreams which he responded to with "I know you can do anything you believe in Y/N."

The two of you were standing in front of the door of your apartment building, in complete silence. You and Elvis just kept an intense eye contact, neither of you wanting to be the one who breaks it. Your hands were behind your back and Elvis was slightly leaning against the wall next to the door. He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, the palm of his hand slightly caressing your cheek. You were inches away from his face as you broke the silence with a simple: "I'll see you around Elvis."

"I'll see you too Y/N." Both of you resisting to share your first kiss right there and then. You backed away in your house, shyly, as you realized how close you actually were to him. "Bye, Elvis." You gave his cheek a tiny peck and closed the door quickly before realizing what you had done. You leaned your back against the door, heart racing and your face red. What you didn't know was that Elvis was leaning on the same door too, his back pressed against it. He was blushing, shaking his head with a dumb smile on his face. He sighed.

"I need to make her mine."

[callsign-speedy]

I thought i’d do an introduction post so people know a bit about the person behind callsign-speedy.

My names is Adriana but I go by Dri more often than not. I got the name Callsign-Speedy from my obsession with Top Gun and Formula One. Callsign is what is known as a unique identifier for an operater that uses letters, numbers or words to communicate. Speedy comes from Formula One and the fact that the cars are very obviously fast (and my childhood nickname as I was fast). Therefore, Callsign-Speedy.

I suffer quite bad with my mental health and my therapist mentioned about making a blog to keep interacting with my hobbies. I don’t know anyone with an interest in Formula One so I never really get to talk to anyone about the races and the news going on in the world of F1 (bar my brother who continually entertains my interest in the sport while not having a clue about it himself). The love I have for this sport pushed me to do something I never thought I would. I’m forever grateful for that.

I pretty sure everyone has hyper fixations and mine change every few weeks or so and I was terrified that Formula One was going to do this, but it’s going on three years and a ton more knowledge and I still love the sport as if it was the first month, shiny and brand new. I think that’s because I’m continuously learning about F1. How crazy it is that the sport I knew nothing about was suddenly one of the biggest and most important things in my life, reshaping my social calendar, and giving me a whole new meaning to life?!

Formula One gave me a new passion and purpose. I’ve always been sociable and friendly but I’ve always felt lonely in rooms of people because I never shared anything in common with them or knew how to relate to them when we were different genders, ages and people in general. Having a space to relate to people, means more than anything. Even though I haven’t yet made any friends through racing, I felt I’ve connected to many through a simple love of the sport.

What got me into F1 is the 2021 battle of Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton and the controversy that surrounded the decision in the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. I remember reading about it in the media and becoming entranced by the sport and the drivers. I suppose that means that Max and Lewis were the drivers who got me into the sport. All of a sudden I went from knowing Lewis Hamilton as a activist and a knight and not having a clue about F1, to knowing his career, his team and teammate and to knowing almost everything I could consume about F1.

The team I first and foremost support is McLaren but I have a real bad soft spot for Mercedes (mostly due to Sir Lewis Hamilton and the one and only Mr. Toto Wolff). I won’t lie Lando was the first reason I supported McLaren but the more I learnt about our history the more I grew to love the team.

Silverstone is my favourite track and vainly it is completely and only because it’s my home race but Monaco is the most entertaining for me.

My favourite driver has to be Lando Norris purely because he is the career I have followed the most in Formula One and he is the driver that I follow most in the media pertaining to F1 and follow in the media personally. The driver I revere the most however is Sir Lewis Hamilton due to his career and his personal views.

As I’m sure many others would I would love a career in Motorsport, specifically in Journalism or PR but honestly I’m just grateful to consume the media and sport and be able to have an outlet to talk and share about my passion for the sport.

Formula One is a sport that unifies people from the most unexpected of places and so many different walks of life. The thought that there are people out there who love to talk and indulge in the same thing as I do makes the world a little less scary and a lot less lonely.

I don’t get how people call Formula One boring and justify it as ‘cars driving in circles for 2 hours’ because there’s so much more. There’s the battles, the quick decisions that can make or break the race for more than the driver making the decision, the radio messages, the strategies, the commentary, the overtakes and so so much more. To reduce Formula One to ‘cars driving in circles for 2 hours’ is a harsh, painful simplification of one of the most beautiful sports on earth. And even if it is ‘just a sport’ Formula One changed my life.

I can’t at this moment think of anything else mention but please comment if you have anymore questions.

[zkenvs3000w24]

Flowing with Nature - Interpretive Ethic

Hi everyone! 

I can't believe it's already time for our final blog post! It's crazy to think how quickly time has flown by. It feels like just yesterday we began this journey of exploring nature interpretation. As I reflect on my journey, I'm excited to share with you my personal ethics as I continue to develop as a nature interpreter. This journey has been one of self-discovery, filled with moments of inspiration and growth. So, let's dive into what beliefs I bring, the responsibilities I hold, and the approaches I find most suitable.  

Earlier in the semester, I remember watching a podcast that really stuck with me: “Flow, the secret to happiness” by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi. He introduced the concept of "flow," a state of optimal experience where individuals are fully immersed and engaged in their activities, leading to feelings of clarity and fulfillment (Csikszentmihalyi, 2004). Overall, the message encourages viewers to seek activities and experiences that bring them into a state of flow, where they can find joy and purpose in their lives (Csikszentmihalyi, 2004). 

Just as Csikszentmihalyi discusses finding happiness and meaning through activities that lead to a state of flow, nature interpretation encourages individuals to immerse themselves in nature in a way that promotes a similar sense of engagement and connection. Whether it's through guided hikes, wildlife observation, or hands-on conservation activities, nature interpretation provides avenues for individuals to enter a state of flow where they feel fully absorbed and connected to their surroundings. As I continue to develop as a nature interpreter, I am committed to creating experiences that enable individuals – peer, family or friends – to immerse themselves in nature, find joy and purpose in their interactions with the natural world, and cultivate a deeper connection with the environment. 

For someone like me, who is passionate about nature and working with kids, the importance of educating the next generation to stay in touch with nature as well as conservation is crucial. This belief is deeply ingrained in my personal ethics and the responsibilities I feel as a nature interpreter. Through my journey in the Arts and Science program, where I'm minoring in both biology and family and child studies, I've come to recognize the profound importance of nature in a child's development.  

Children are naturally curious and eager to explore the world around them. By fostering a connection with nature from a young age, we can instill in them a lifelong appreciation for the environment and a sense of responsibility for its protection. As a nature interpreter, it is my responsibility to provide opportunities for children to engage with the natural world in meaningful ways.  

Additionally, as we delve deeper into the complexities of nature interpretation, I recognize the importance of addressing difficult issues that may arise. Incorporating the importance of addressing difficult issues into my personal ethics as a nature interpreter is essential for fostering a comprehensive understanding of the natural world and its complexities. As the textbook emphasizes, interpretive sites often grapple with critical issues that may span historical, environmental, cultural, and social domains (Beck et al., 2018, p. 94). It is the responsibility of interpreters to engage visitors in meaningful conversations about these topics, providing accurate information, fostering dialogue, and promoting critical thinking. 

This dedication to confronting challenging topics is consistent with my belief that activism and education can bring about constructive change. In my role as a nature interpreter, I understand the importance of giving people context, a different point of view, and chances for reflection regarding matters like social justice, degradation of the environment, civil rights, and racial tensions. Interpreters can help individuals form stronger bonds with their surroundings by exploring these difficult subjects. As well as inspiring people to think about how they can contribute to the future of our planet. 

Moreover, my background in both biology and family and child studies has equipped me with a holistic understanding of the interconnectedness of natural and human systems. This interdisciplinary perspective enables me to approach difficult issues from multiple angles, considering their implications for both ecological and social well-being. By integrating scientific knowledge with principles of child development, I strive to create educational experiences that resonate with diverse audiences and inspire them to become agents of positive change in their communities. 

As a nature interpreter, I consider myself a conversation starter who pushes people to face hard realities and imagine a future that is more equitable and sustainable. I aim to enable people to make informed decisions and tackle urgent environmental and social issues by sharing information based on science and fostering critical thinking. 

I am filled with a sense of purpose and optimism for the future as I wrap up this post. Through my journey in nature interpretation, I have come to recognize the transformative power of immersive experiences, storytelling, and education in fostering a deep connection with the natural world, particularly among children—the next generation who will care for and protect environmental. 

My approach to nature interpretation is based on a commitment to providing meaningful and profound experiences that develop a lifetime love for environment and a sense of responsibility for its conservation, from embracing the idea of flow to fostering children's natural curiosity and sense of wonder. By tackling challenging topics and offering precise information based on empathy and science, my goal is to enable people to become advocates for social justice and the environment. 

Thank you to all of you who took the time to read my posts throughout the semester! I thoroughly enjoyed reading all of yours. I wish each and every one of you all the best!  

- Zeina :) 

References  

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For A Better World (pp. 94). Sagamore Publishing. 

Csikszentmihalyi, M. (2004). Flow, the secret to happiness. https://www.ted.com/talks/mihaly_csikszentmihalyi_flow_the_secret_to_happiness/transcript?language=en 

[purplesurveys]

1836

What’s the earliest you’ve ever had to wake up for work? 12:30 AM is my newest record – had a scheduled hike all the way in Batangas two weeks ago and we were set to leave by 2 AM.

Do you use reusable shopping bags to reduce waste? Yes, but not always. I'll sometimes shop unplanned so I won't always have a bag with me.

How many times have you moved? Once in infancy, two times in childhood. The next time I'll do so it'll be for my own place which is kind of crazy to think about!

Where were you going the last time you were a passenger in a car? Church, this morning. We also stopped by Wilcon so my mom could pick up something for the bathroom.

Do you know anyone who has changed their first name? Apparently it's really common for people my age to 'rebrand' and go with different nicknames in school and work, so yes.

Are you nerdy? If so, in what ways? I like professional wrestling, which I would consider nerdy/geeky.

Which one of your senses would you be the most devastated to lose? Sight and touch.

Have you ever dated someone who posted a ton of selfies on social media? I wouldn't say they did.

Do you know anyone who has been on life support, and survived? Not sure. I don't think so.

What scent is the nearest candle? Vanilla.

Have you ever been to Michigan? Nope.

Do your parents have a strong relationship together? Yes. They're toxic at times in ways I don't feel like expounding on, because it makes me sad; but for the most part their marriage has been a very happy one.

When was the last time you attended a religious service of any sort? Sunday mass this morning. It also happens to be Palm Sunday so people were waving those leaves around.

Do you ever feel like you’re sharing too much about yourself online? The fact is that I do lol, but it's only on this part of 'online.' I do keep some kind of wall on my other accounts and focus on my interests.

How many windows are in the room you’re in? None, I'm at the rooftop.

Are you on good or bad terms with your most recent ex? It ended on such emotionless terms that I'd say as far as terms...there aren't any. The whole thing just feels nonexistent, and I have found my peace with viewing the relationship as if it never happened. It's also healthier for me that way.

What was the last necklace you wore? It's silver, with a silver and purple heart charm.

What were you doing 3 hours ago? I was having dinner with my family.

Have you ever read any of Charles Darwin’s works? I don't think I have.

What was the first thing you did after getting out of bed today? I woke up to the sound of the dogs play-wrestling so I went down to see what was up and to play with them for a little bit.

When was the last time you read a newspaper? Safe to assume >4 years ago.

If there was such a thing as a mental health first aid kit, what would you want to be in it? My favorite chips, a reed diffuser, a picture frame of BTS, and a BTS concert DVD hehe.

Is there anyone who always seems to misunderstand everything you say? There used to be.

Do you think there are more dimensions than what we’re able to perceive? Yes.

What is currently on your bathroom counter? We have a cabinet instead of a counter, and in it we have...everything that's supposed to be in the bathroom, basically. The toothbrushes and toothpaste, deodorant, napkins, and a few first aid items.

What was the last carbonated drink you had? Continued from last night. Beer.

Does anyone in your family have schizophrenia? Nope.

What light in your house was the last to have a bulb burn out? One of the bulbs we have in the living room.

What was your favorite book you ever read for a school assignment? Without Seeing the Dawn.

Do you know anyone who’s always on their phone when you’re trying to talk to them? No.

Have you ever been fired? If so, did you get unemployment benefits? I've never been fired.

Do any of your neighbors have loud children? A loud kid who just so happens to be a louder shrieker/crier, yes.

Have you ever been in an abandoned house? I've looked at one from the outside, but didn't go in.

[pixxeludigitaltechnology]

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[onlyswan]

hi, art, my love!! first of all thank you so much for the sweet treat you just posted. I have so many things to say but to start, I want to say that this drabble made me realize how open and carefree our lovely oc has become around jungkook. it makes my heart ache so much imagining how much courage they must've gathered to show jungkook their messy, unpredictable, uncensored, and vulnerable side of them considering how they've been independent for so long.

second is, it's such a refreshing experience being able to view oc in jungkook's lenses. eyes that twinkle with eagerness fluttering shut; you pull away with smacking sound, giggly and bubbly, might be his favorite version of you; you're so pretty, everywhere, even when naked and bare. no especially. it's all he can think about. those are just a few that I could recount at this moment but even in the silliest, simplest, or even most risqué moments of oc, he is still talking about them in a lovesick way - his heart is hopelessly pierced, chest bleeding with so much love, and the arrow is oc's existence itself.

third, I would like to talk about the moment where oc whining about them running out of protection and them abruptly wanting out of the car because they saw a cart of their favorite snack. really. jungkook, I understand you now. oc is such a stubborn and I could say even more spontaneous than him and how kook put up with that and seeing it as just oc being oc is such a... I have no idea how to put it into words but you know how most guys (or people) would consider that being immature and wanting their partners to change and seeing such traits as a flaw just because they aren't like that? I don't know, it's just crazy for me to see such a small thing like that possible in a relationship.

fourth is... "he turns around, and he knows it's going to sound extreme silly, but damn, you make his life feel like a movie - because you're jogging towards him, and the universe begins moving in slow motion." art, when I tell you that I fell in love with you at this moment, I mean it! as someone who likes to read, the format of how you wrote it, literally made everything play out inside my head so vividly that I could see it and describe every little things inside that moment. I love how you use words to paint a picture but at the same time you remind us that we are inside jungkook's brain and that this is the pov of this certain character. also, the cuts of every scene and how you continue it with a different scene but without us getting lost. like really, you even do that with flashbacks such as the lost key in the ocean drabble, it's just so amazing how it felt like you are holding my hand with a tight grip as we both travel into someone's library full of their memories and you are the librarian that guide us throughout. you get me? I hope it makes sense hahsha!

lastly, I could say that oc is right, being one dimensional is boring, but being different things all at once is sexy. I am personally, have interests that are in different ends of spectrum and with all these aesthetics and stuff going on with people my age, I struggle to really know who I am because I like a lot of things therefore, I couldn't really find an aesthetic that fits for me. But oc made me realize that maybe it's okay to not fit in, or just be me and maybe, make your own.

I'd like to end this review/long message with a song recommendation by beadbadobee called "lovesong". It reminded me of the in which couple as it talks about devotion, connection, as well as longing and missing your lover constantly. I just think that the lyrics describes them so much. I hope you enjoy it!

I would never get tired of expressing my gratitude for sharing this little adorable and gut-wrenching story with us. I hope the universe would always be nice to you and give you all of the things thwt makes you happy!

🦢⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

hello my sweet swan anonie 🥺🩷 i’m sorry for getting to this so late, i wanted to read your thoughts in my free time so i could take it all in <3

first!! 😭 you’re already making me cry from the start lol god this is so true :( oc really took a gamble on jungkook and bared theirself to him </3 oc must be protected at all times i do make the rules !!!!!

second!! hehe i’m so relieved to hear that 🥺 i was worried that it would feel off or boringhdjskdjfdjkf but it was really so much writing from his pov!!!

his heart is hopelessly pierced, chest bleeding with so much love, and the arrow is oc's existence itself.

🥲🥲🥲 i’m so emotional. you said it so perfectly!!!! cupid found jobless due to oc’s charms LOL

third!! jungkook, I understand you now. oc is such a stubborn and I could say even more spontaneous than him. lmaoooo idk if i said this answering an ask or in a drabble but jungkook definitely met his match in spontaneity in oc and it’s been interesting writing about this dynamic 😭

how kook put up with that and seeing it as just oc being oc is such a... I have no idea how to put it into words but you know how most guys (or people) would consider that being immature and wanting their partners to change and seeing such traits as a flaw

our kook is just so hopelessly in love ☹️ loves oc for everything that they are and as someone who’s spontaneous aswell he loves that oc is so unpredictable sometimes looool. i remember someone pointing this out too !! after the drabble where oc lost his car keys went out lol and considering this was set in 2018 and that one in 2023… 🥹 i won’t start talking bcs then i won’t stop </3

fourth!! art, when I tell you that I fell in love with you at this moment, I mean it! 😚😚😚

I love how you use words to paint a picture but at the same time you remind us that we are inside jungkook's brain and that this is the pov of this certain character.

thank youuuuu oh my god this is honestly something i’m very conscious about when i’m writing 🥺 as much as possible i really want those pictures i describe to feel alive !!!

also, the cuts of every scene and how you continue it with a different scene but without us getting lost. like really, you even do that with flashbacks such as the lost key in the ocean drabble, it's just so amazing how it felt like you are holding my hand with a tight grip as we both travel into someone's library full of their memories and you are the librarian that guide us throughout.

ohhh my god this makes me so happy to hear you have no idea thank you 😭🩷 trying to connect scenes seamlessly is not easy like generally i imagine it like a movie but it’s not really the same with writingsjdhfjfhjf and yeah what the hell it totally makes sense that’s literally the vibe i’m going for with the entire series !!!! 🥹🥹🥹 i could kiss you rn for real

But oc made me realize that maybe it's okay to not fit in, or just be me and maybe, make your own.

this warms my heart so much 🥺 i think having your own identity instead of fitting yourself in a mold is so important to live a happy life. humans are complex and we should embrace that :")

LOVESONG !!!! is one of my favorite songs in the album 🥹 brings me so much joy that such a beautiful song is associated with the iw!couple i’m tearing up. thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to write this long message <3 your kindness is very healing to the soul :( i wish you all the best things life has to offer 🫂 love you

[pazzarovisky]

Hey, everyone… Wow, it’s been ages since the last time I actually posted something on here. I’m feeling nostalgic and happy tbh.

The only purpose of this post is to say: thank you!

And to also say that I won’t be writing anymore or continue any of my past works (I think it was kinda obvious ahhaha)

I’ve never meant to leave people waiting and waiting for updates on my stories, but it was inevitable…

I lot have happened to me during this absence, some amazing things and some really soul breaking things

Friends, Lovers or Nothing wasn’t my first work, before that I used to write one story called: Dreams Come True with a totally different plot.

Tbh not even FLN was going to have that plot, I had nothing planned when I was writing it. Things simply came to me. That’s how I understood how writers feel when they say: idk what’s going to happen with the characters. IT IS SO REAL! You know you came up with there back stories, their personality, their friends and everything, but never their future because even if you have it planned, it could change. Isn’t that crazy?

I used to love writing, not that I don’t like it anymore, it’s just that when you get older and writing is not your main career, things just fades, sadly. Lately, I’ve been reflecting a lot about this I used to love, and sometimes I want to stop and write. But if one day I will do it, it will not be with these stories you read.

When I was writing FLN I was really immature in so many parts of my life, I didn’t understand a lot of things when it comes to TOXIC ahahh! But after going through some dark shit in life, I got it. Not that I’m not proud of that work, I can assure you, Thay from those years is full of joy how her work got people moved. But 28yrs Thay, she’s not happy, well I’M not happy. If I would rewrite of that story, it would be with a different plot, with different view and not so suffocating and miss communications. But things happens in the way they suppose to.

Same goes to all of my works that I wrote previously today!

But I’d like to say that I was SO DAMN HAPPY to reread all of you comments and love and support. It made me cry, it made me miss how naive I was! But I cured myself, I evolved, I matured, I aged… it’s so weird to say those things.

That’s why I’m deleting all of my works, but saving all of it in my heart (and in my cloud hahah). I didn’t reread it, you know?! Cause I don’t want the magic to end, I don’t want to miss this proud.

With no more further due… thank you once more. Now I’m starting i new fase in my life where I’ll be more exposed to the world. Definitely you guys will hear about me, even though not knowing me.

Love you and see you around 🧡

[jordanradicalblog]

Radical Blog 2

Okay it’s been a hot minute since I’ve updated this, but here we go.

First, I got my story a lot more patted down. I’ve continued on the mind theme, though I’ve sort of evolved my story into being one that is more about childhood and the fear of growing up. The fear of growing up is something we’ve all felt before and I really want to capture that with this piece. The idea of your cozy childhood being taken away from you and having to contend with the real world is scary.

I spent about a few hours one night with another person in my class named Jora. Together, him and I plotted both of our Radical ideas out. We got a big white board and started writing down as many ideas as we could think of for each of ours and then attempted to streamline them as much as possible. After that I had some time to ruminate on my idea and start putting a script together, which isn’t done but is getting there. It was a very helpful exercise that helped contain a lot of our thoughts.

I’ve been very intimidated by the project and so I’ve been talking a lot with the people within my major who have more experience than me as upper classmen and have been asking them a LOT of questions. I’m trying to take this project day by day, and while it’s a little stressful, I’m trying to be on top of it. I’d like all of pre-production to be done by the end of September. I’ve also been reaching out to a lot of people to get them onto my shoots. It’s been very busy.

I’ve also had a pitch meeting recently and had to do a write up for it. Here is the write up below (the thumbnails might not appear. I have to figure out how to work through that):

Jordan Buterbaugh jab1066@rit.edu

Radical Cinema Workshop

Proposal Worksheet

Working Title: Kiwi

Software, Material, and Technical Needs: General film equipment, sound stage, art/makeup/wardrobe/props, lighting, adobe premiere,

Medium(s): Film, animation

Installation: If I did do an installation, I think it would be viewed in a little pillow fort on a standard screen.

Aesthetic: It will have multiple aesthetics going for it due to the film having different segments. I’d like one segment to be very colorful, light, and poppy as it is mainly in the imagination of a child. I’d like one of the segments to be very dark with a lot of reds used and weird imagery. One of the segments will have a series of random colors and “trippy” images. Finally, there will be a very calming final segment. I’m not sure what it will entail but it will be very soothing and serve as sort of the center of the mind.

Pick a theme(s): I’d like it to mainly be about growing up, with supporting themes like childhood, adulthood, nostalgia, fear, and time

The Written Proposal:

I want to explore the anxieties of growing up through the lense of the human mind. My film will capture the feeling of what it’s like to be a child and realize “I’m growing up.” The moment where your carefree and safe world is being taken away from you and you're forced to contend with the change of the world and how scary it can be. As adults, it’s easy to fall back into the comfort of childhood memories and it can also be depressing to realize we might not ever be able to go back to those comforting safe memories. The world continues to grow and it continues to get scary.

I would like to show this primarily through one character, but at two different ages. One will be a young child version and the other will be the adult version. The child will exist in the realm of imagination. The images will be very storybook-like and colorful. The audience will witness the child playing in a woods like environment. He will be surrounded by animated elements like spaceships and dinosaurs. He will also use his imagination to imagine his life as a lot more crazy than it actually is, like walking across a log over some mud, but having it look like it’s over a massive chasm. To create the crazy environments I plan on overlaying live action elements with digital images, sort of like matte paintings from older days of film. The child will eventually find a mirror in which he will see himself as an adult. The mirror will be the bridge between the adult and child world, in which the adult and child will be able to reflect on themselves through the same lense. 

The adult’s world will be much scarier, with dark visuals and intense imagery. This will be the stark opposite of the child’s world, with trippy imagery as well as graphic gory imagery. It will encapsulate the fear of being alone in the world and the lack of safety and innocence. It will be the dark side of the mind. I have a friend who loves doing gory makeup and is willing to help with this sequence. I also plan on using lots of shadows and red light. As for the psychedelic aspect, I’m not entirely sure yet, but I was thinking of playing around with kaleidoscopes and lights. Most importantly, the images shown will pertain to certain traumatic experiences that happen when people get older. Things relating to concepts like heartbreak and death. It will also reflect how the world seems to get more ugly the older you get, with cruelty found in many places.

As for the end of the film, I want the two characters to embrace each other both physically and metaphorically. They’ll be in the center of the mind, which I think will be a white void. I want the adult to physically hug his younger self and the younger self to embrace his older self. Their worlds will unite, mixing the scary adult world with the child’s world. The adult reconnecting with his younger self and the child embracing his future self. As an ending, I’d love for the two to hold hands and walk into a white light showing that the person is ready to embrace the future.

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thinking about how 14 yr old me would probably call me a trender and a snowflake and then proceed to try to get into an argument with me over whether feminism is good or not 😬