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jamaiskookie · 4 years ago

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i would like more soundcloud rapper yoongi x idol y/n please it’s so cute

v-live alert! -myg

pairing: idol! y/n x soundcloud rapper! yoongi

wc; 2.9k

a/n: lots of you asked, and so you shall receive. ps, i wrote this really rushed but i kinda love it. lmk what you think, love you guys <3

[V LIVE] Surprise LIVE!

the v-live notification. or, more accurately, the sound of war. alternatively, you dance around your studio on a livestream and yoongi has a mental breakdown.

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“i miss you too!“ you say, replying to one of the first comments that pop up on the live.

you probably should’ve showered before going live... and you probably should’ve changed out of sweats.

whatever.

it’s not like your fans haven’t seen this before.

half of your pre-debut pictures are just downright disgusting.

the number of viewers on the top of your phone begins to climb up to the thousands, increasing every half a second.

it always amazes you how many people show up to your lives. sometimes you wonder if your fans genuinely have nothing better to do. how do they always show up so fast?

the comments begin to flood with greetings and exclamations of ‘oh my god i’m so early!11!1’ and the multicoloured heart pop up on your screen, building up an impressive stream of likes.

“where am i?“ you read through the comments and look around, as if you forgot where you were. “in the studio.“ you grin when the comments flood with questions asking if dreamcloud is getting new music.

you can’t answer, of course, but it’s fun to see. you squint at your phone, which is propped on an elaborate setup that you spent the past twenty minutes preparing.

(three books on one eyeshadow palette and a selfie stick gingerly placed on a small stool)

((you pray to every deity out there that it won’t fall))

“i was just bored,“ you shrug, speaking to the screen. “so i decided to come on here and talk to you guys. how have you been?“ you ask.

hundreds of comments answer.

“i’m alright“

“i’m good!“

most of them contain some form of sappy declaration like ‘my day is much better now that you’re here!’ it makes you smile. how cute.

the v-live notification.

or, more accurately, the sound of war.

that cursed, terrible ding! haunts yoongi’s darkest and most terrifying nightmares. the sheer amount of panic that rushes through his veins when he hears that godforsaken noise, god.

the number of lives he’s missed- yoongi can’t even bear to think about it.

so maybe it was a blessing in disguise that yoongi put his phone on do not disturb so he didn’t have to hear that disgusting sound. instead, he found out the news via a gorilla’s screech.

“Y/N’S LIVE RIGHT NOW STARTED FOURTY SECONDS AGO HURRY UP YOONGI GET YOUR ASS UP AND STOP STUDYI-“ jimin yells from his room down the hall.

yoongi almost falls out of his chair scrambling to get to his phone. it’s not like he was really studying anyways- more like using his pencils to tap out a cool-sounding beat on his desk out of boredom.

watching your live > passing his music theory class.

priorities.

with shaky hands, he grabs at his phone, slumping onto the floor and he sees the familiar blue icon with the notification popped up on the screen.

[V LIVE] Surprise LIVE! Y/N: let’s chat <3

an unnatural squeak that slightly resembles the sound a mouse slips out of yoongi’s mouth.

even when he was a baby starrie and was glued to his phone at all times, he’s never been this early to a live. he unlocks his phone, cursing his momentary clumsiness. he clicks into the live, smiling when your beaming face blasts up on his screen.

you haven’t gone live in so long- it’s nice to see your face again.

“- how have you been?“

“good.“ yoongi types out in the comment box, mumbling the words as he’s typing. “way better now that you’re live.“ sometimes yoongi cringes at himself when he types these things. i mean, who could possibly guess that min yoongi, resident scary-emo-couldslapyouintheface bad boy socially un-responsible simped over a k-pop idol?

he can already see his reputation go down the drain.

he also wonders what it says about himself that he’s a 20-something college student who’s life practically revolves around you, an idol who’s just about a year younger than him.

but dreamcloud is a part of his identity now. he identifies as a starrie no matter what. you know how the old saying goes-

once you stan, you can’t unstan. or something like that, he’s honestly not sure.

you tuck your head onto your hand, diligently trying to keep up with all the comment. with a gasp, you nod at something. “oh, you’re right, user yoonalova98!” - that’s another thing special about you. whenever you read out comments, you also read out the username of whoever wrote it.

you explained in one interview- that it’s cooler to give credit and talk to your fans as if you’re just chatting as friend. saying the username feels like you’re saying their names.

what kind of lucky fan would get their comment read aloud by Y/N?

ugh.

yoongi blinks when he remembers that technically, he’s sort of part of this group of elite, recognised fans.

his twitter stan account got almost five thousand more followers after Y/N replied to his selca. the post itself has tons and tons of likes and retweets.

insane, that Y/N- Y/N herself- knows of his existence. Y/N- the love of his life, has seen his FACE. she commented three HEART emojis below a selfie that he took.

if he thinks about it too much, he’ll start feeling faint again.

“our anniversary is coming up soon! i can’t believe it’s been three years already. time does pass by when you’re having fun.“ you say. yoongi thinks that it’s rather ironic that you would forget your anniversary, when yoongi’s had a calendar countdown to January 14th since the beginning of september.

“ahh,“ you say, leaning in closer to the screen. “from user lialiarach, ‘did you watch jisoo unnie’s acting debut’ - i did! we all watched it and cheered her on during the premiere!“

jisoo’s new drama is good. it’s a fantasy-horror blend, and he, jimin, namjoon and jin finished all 16 episodes in two days when streaming hit Netflix.

your head tilts and you smile. “song recommendations?” you wonder aloud, and yoongi scrambles to get a pen and notepad out. you don’t do ‘y/n’s listening parties’ as much anymore, but your taste in music is impeccable and he collects all the songs in a playlist.

it’s called ‘wedding tunes’ (jimin named it, not him, yoongi swears)

everytime he tries to change it back, it somehow switches back to wedding tunes the next day.

it’s disturbing how good jimin is at this kind of stuff. hopefully yoongi won’t have to bail him out of jail one day.

“okay!“ you say, pulling your laptop open. you hum as you scroll through some page that yoongi can’t see- and he anxiously waits for the first song to be played with twitchy hands and a strong grip on his pen.

the first bar plays out and yoongi’s already in love.

“this is,“ you say over the music, double checking just to make sure. “don’t need your love by NCT...“ you squint. god knows there are too many NCT members. “dream! NCT dream featuring HRVY.“

“NCT dream...“ yoongi mumbles to himself, writing the song down on the notepad.

“you know,“ you say over the music, spinning in your chair and nodding to the beat. “i’ve only met the NCT guys a couple times at music shows and such but they’re all so nice. i can’t remember all their names, but i’m decently familiar with their faces. how do they even have 23 members? how does it all work??“

you dance around the studio, singing along nonsensical lyrics that don’t make sense but sort of fit the rhythm of the song (??)

“don’t need your loo-ooove-!!! dum dum duhhhh duhros noya!!!” yoongi stifles a laugh. there’s a reason why you constantly forget lyrics on stage.

which is quite ironic, actually, because half the time you’re forgetting the lyrics to a song you wrote yourself.

afterwards, you play all the hidden gems- and yoongi’s proud to say he’s familiar with quite a few of them.

airplane by j-hope (a youtube star turned successful rapper-vocalist-dancer)

sweet night by v (the internet’s resident eye-candy)

and then you continue to scroll through your laptop, biting your lip and murmuring quietly to yourself. you glance once back at your phone screen.

okay, listen.

yoongi knows that he’s delusional, okay?

but everytime you look straight in the screen it’s almost like you’re looking directly at the camera it’s almost like you’re staring into his soul. which makes zero sense, but it still makes his heart skip a beat.

let him dream, please

“what am i scrolling through?“ you say, reciting a question from the chat. “soundcloud, user chachachae.“

soundcloud?

oh.

that’s pretty cool.

he didn’t know you had a soundcloud account!

you usually post all your covers and random shorts to instagram or another one of your personal blogs.

for a moment, yoongi indulges himself by wondering if you’d ever listened to his music. his soundcloud account is linked in his twitter bio, after all...

but he shakes those thoughts away as fast as they came. he doesn’t need to entertain himself with such silly thoughts.

“ooh, this one’s good!“ you say, clicking onto something.

still with you by JAYKAY (pffftt haihdkahjd) starts playing and you lean back, humming along. yoongi knows this one too!! now he’s 3 for 3!! he and you do share a similar taste in music, so maybe it does make sense.

even though you’re actually main vocalist and lead dancer, you do listen to a lot of rap music. but the music you make is nothing like the old school hip hop tracks that yoongi is partial to.

the music you make- how can he explain it?

sweet like honey with a little bit of tang.

like barbecue honey!!!!

ok that was a bad analogy.

all of his favourite dreamcloud tracks are written by you- cloud nine, up in the sky, are u still here, quicksand- the list goes on and on and on.

it’s like listening to your voice solves anything he goes against. bad day? dreamcloud. something to celebrate? blast your debut song. in need of a party song? easy fix. he gets aux cord rights? (granted, this doesn’t happen very often, since seokjin insists that his music taste is superior to his friends.) but anyways, y/n can fix it.

listening to your voice feels comforting. it invokes something in him that he honestly cannot explain with words. you’re his inspiration. not just in music- but in life. he admires how you’re able to smile through anything, how you take responsibility for your own actions.

he admires your kind heart, which offers generosity and forgiveness to even the most underserving people.

he admires your passion, for music, for your members, for the smallest things. he admires how you’ll love everyone and anyone.

even though he’s never really met you, he feels like he knows you. he wishes he could, anyways. he wants to thank the person who’s gotten him through such bad days.

yoongi curses himself again for being so delusional.

he keeps telling himself that he can’t get so attached. then he’ll end up like one of those creepy fans who are convinced their idols actually like them.

blech.

“okay, next song!“ you exclaim cheerfully. “i really like this one, guys. he’s this soundcloud star. he makes really cool music.“ yoongi readies his pen. if this person really is a soundcloud star, then there’s a high chance yoongi knows of him. a smaller chance that he actually knows the guy personally; either online or from real life.

you press the space bar almost obnoxiously, like you’re about to reveal something grand. you look into the camera, and you lock eyes with yoongi- through that cursed, horrible screen.

the first note plays and yoongi thinks that it sounds... oddly familiar, actually. for a moment, he sighs in disappointment. this one doesn’t sound as great as the previous few songs. almost like it’s incomplete, imperfect. something about it bugs him at the very bottom of his gut.

jimin figures it out before he does.

“AHHHHHHHHH YOONGI!!! OH MY GOD-!!!! YOONGI ARE YOU SEEING THIS? YOONGI!! HYUNG!“ yoongi grumbles, wondering what the hell jimin is screeching about now.

“oh, for fuck’s sake,“ he mumbles. the difference between him and jimin is the way they express their emotions. while yoongi bottles it all up, choosing to deal with things alone and slump around, jimin has no other choice but to scream things out. it’s a wonder they’re such good friends, really. “what is it now?“ yoongi mutters to himself.

“yeah yeah, a gentle breeze- “ and then it hits him. all at once.

“holy fucking shit.“ he whispers to himself, slumping down on the floor. he can barely hear what you say next.

“this song is called people by agust d. he goes by the name suga on social media-!“ yoongi falls down, gasping for air. “i’m a fan,“ you remark casually. “mr. suga producer-nim!! i’m your fan! please continue to make good music!“ you chuckle. “what am i doing right now? he probably isn’t even watching.“ you stare innocently at the phone camera, as if you don’t even know that you’re changing someone’s life right now.

out of his peripheral vision, he can see jimin rushing into the room, crouching next to him and placing a hand on his back, murmuring something yoongi can’t hear through the sound of his sobs.

huh. when did he even start crying?

“he makes rap and really cool hip hop music. you guys should give him a listen. his lyrics are really meaningful, too.“ you nod along, reciting the lyrics word for word- even though you really can’t rap.

“what kind of person am I? am I a good person? or a bad person? many of ways to judge just a person. everyone will live on, everyone will love, everyone will fade away“ you headbang along to the beat.

yoongi slides down the wall inch by inch. he wonders if he’ll faint or vomit first.

other people seem to make fun of people like him- people who find solace in idols, in music. that’s partially why he doesn’t like disclosing the fact that he’s a diehard fan of an idol girl group.

but in hindsight, that’s so stupid. who gives two fucks about his interests? hell, yoongi’s been depressed half his life. and if a group of girls who sing songs and perform make him feel better, what’s so wrong with that?

jimin’s voice is a little clearer now, and so is yours. you’re singing along to the lyrics- the lyrics that he wrote. the lyrics that he spent hours agonising over, wondering whether his shortcomings and anxiety in his life were worth posting on the internet for his measly following to see.

wondering if the music he made had any impact at all, if one day he might see his dream come true, to see his music being played in public. wondering if anyone might hear his songs and think that it helped them get over a bad day. just like you have for him.

yoongi’s sobs wrack through his body, tears flowing freely on his face. he’s crying hard. ugly crying, like a baby throwing a temper tantrum. his cries echo through the room. if he could see himself right now...

well, he doesn’t want to think about it. he’s sure it’s not a pretty view.

jimin looks over him, smiling proudly. his eyes are glassy, and he tucks yoongi’s head in his chest, putting his arms around him and embracing him.

yoongi’s shoulders shake. if it was any other day, he would usher jimin out the room. he hates it when people see him being vulnerable. even his own family hasn’t seen him cry that much.

but right now, he can’t bring himself to do anything but cry. other people may ask why this is such a big deal, why someone emotionally constipated like min yoongi would cry like this for such a small matter.

this, he doesn’t know how to explain either.

all he can think about is how much it means to him. that someone he admires so much is now, in turn, saying his music- no, his life- is good. nothing much else. but just knowing that you’ve listened to his work, that you know of his alter ego’s name...

his crying sounds grow larger.

jimin pets at his hair. “shh,” he murmurs. “it’s okay.” jimin’s voice also grows a little shaky. he tears up, but continues to comfort the crying boy in his arms. “you did it, hyung. it’s okay. you made it. you did it. why are you crying? this is good news! this is so great! i’m proud of you, we’re all so proud of you.”

yoongi tries to speak; it doesn’t go very well. but when he tries again, he manages to choke something out.

“i did it.“ he says, before burying his face back into jimin’s hug. the two boys sit on the ground, crying together. an hour passes, then two.

slowly, yoongi drifts off to bed on the ground, the melody of his own song blended with sound of your voice echoing in his head.

my ordinary became your special, my special became your ordinary. so what? what if you just brush by? what if you get hurt? sometimes you might get hurt again, sometimes you might shed tears. so what? so what if you live like that?

~ people by agust d

tags; @jksbbyfacebunny @extremeobsessions101 @dwcljh @stonyiscanon @bishuthot @s0seo @cecedrake2217

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blackberryvision · 5 years ago

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11 years of Blackberry Vision

It feels strange writing an anniversary post to celebrate ELEVEN, 11!! ONE ONE years of Blackberry Vision. Especially at a time like this, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that BBV turned 11 this month. And while I know this year has been limited in content, for obvious reasons, I think it’s still important to remember that I’m probably one of the oldest active blogs on all of Tumblr. I was around before “content creation” was a term, before my type of career existed, before social media was a term, before INSTAGRAM EXISTED, and before many people were even teenagers that might be following now [BBV is officially a tween!] and the overall cultural impact this 18k+ filled image Tumblr has.

This time capsule of imagery celebrates life before the pandemic. Silly stupid moments, unfiltered, uploaded at random, things that will undoubtably change moving forward. Even if it’s something as simple as a store window and how it’s presented in the future. It’s a true time capsule of life at the cusp of social and during the height of social. One that has documented life in New York for a young artist that graduated with a 200k piece of paper into the recession, to a woman that is now trying to figure out what’s next as budgets get slashed and social media gets even dumber in some cases, I still have a small bit of hope that it’ll become better.

I’ve publicly and privately discussed that this little blog has made such a huge cultural impact and will never truly be seen as such by the masses and that’s okay. It’s like a secret magical spot that’s been #ad free, untainted, and featured a world of crazy characters and rushing to find empty streets before they became a norm due to the pandemic. I’ve made so many amazing friends through this site and am honored that anyone would take the time to want to see what I see with my phone.

As I enter my 16th year of living in NY [August!] I have to make a decision as well, is New York worth it without the magic of “normal” New York. Can I afford to live in NY if no one is paying me a livable wage? Does NY matter if we all go remote? Does NY matter if companies say NY no longer matters? These are questions I never thought I’d have to ask myself and for once in my life, I don’t have quick witty answers to. BBV will stay, that’s a given. I’m currently hoarding a lot of photos of NY because apart of me sad and can’t seem to post them, and the other part is focused on surviving now instead of documenting it. But I’m at a strange crossroads right before my birthday [July 4th, we’re celebrating 33 again because I said so. I want a repeat on the year and since I look 27 at the most, I can do it!] that should be shared because I know I’m not alone here. I’ve always been available to chat, so don’t be scared to reach out if you need a sound board or a friend.

I’ll leave you with this: please support my new IG: shallow things. I’m really proud of how it’s been shaping up and would appreciate anyone that wants to keke about the deep thoughts on shallow things that I experience daily. I’m on all the platforms: Twitter, Personal IG, Snap [4ever!] under Julia Chesky.

Thank you for choosing to be apart of my journey with me. I’m forever grateful and humbled by everyone’s support.

Also @staff, 11 years and you never sent me a single freaking cupcake anniversary post. What’s really good?

#bbv11

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watchathon · 5 years ago

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BONUS: The Last Airbender

In case you’re finding this post just by browsing the tags I’ve used for this post, this is the Watchathon, a blog where I’m hoping to watch an episode of a show (or in this case, a movie) every one-to-two days, with a short blog post where I give my thoughts on what I’ve just seen. Each new point starts with a hyphen and a bolded first word.

- Like so.

But today, I’m subjecting myself to the notorious live-action film The Last Airbender, to... Well, to “celebrate” its tenth anniversary. I initially planned on doing it either after Book 1, or after Book 3, but for whatever reason, I have decided to do this now.

Fair warning, this is going to be one of my rare posts where I’ll be mostly negative.

So much for “gushing about things I like”...

Also, so much for “the rare occasion I cover movies”, but that I don’t mind so much. The Lilo & Stitch post was a ton of fun to make.

- So, first things first, I don’t tend to be a fan of live-action movies based on animated properties in general. But it’s not like I don’t give them a chance.

Sometimes I even like them better than the original. I could never get through The Jungle Book in one sitting as a kid, but the 2016 live-action remake? I adored it!

Even the worst ones I tend to be “meh” about rather than flat-out disliking. But The Last Airbender? I hated it when I watched it as a kid... Emphasis on the past tense. I could well change my tune because of this, though I can’t imagine I’ll end up liking it.

- They recreate the “Water, earth, fire, air” part of the intro but without narration. Which, to be frank, just makes it look pretty silly.

- “The four nations. Water, Earth, Fire, and Air Nomads.” Sooo are they all nomads?

- Awvatar? Pronouncing Aang as Awng, I could sorta get, but... Awvatar? Really?!

- It feels oh-so-weird to see a white Katara and Sokka, when they, and all the people of the Water Tribes, had the darkest skin in the show.

- Something that really strikes me about this movie already is that it’s so... humorless. Sokka described himself once in the show as “the meat and sarcasm guy” if I’m remembering right, and not even five minutes in I can already tell we’re missing half of that description.

- Not only is this movie humorless, it can seem strangely... smaller, than the cartoon. In the cartoon, Katara got Aang out of the iceberg by accidentally using powerful Waterbending.

But here, Sokka causes the ice to crack by accident, revealing the iceberg with Aang inside. Then Katara grabs Sokka’s boomerang and whacks the iceberg twice with it.

- More about the lack of humor: There’s not even a mention of penguin sledding once Aang is out either.

- And not only are our most prominent Waterbenders white, the Fire Nation (who had light skin in the cartoon) have the darkest skin of the whole main cast. Juuust great...

- Aang’s heroic moment from the cartoon is taken away from him. In the cartoon, Aang was on his way out of the Southern Water Tribe when he saw the Fire Nation approaching, at which point he turned around and helped them.

Here? Aang sits in a tent until one of the Fire Nation soldiers sees his tattoos and drags him out.

- “We found that boy, he’s our responsibility!” Katara sounds like she’s talking about a stray puppy they found. “I’ll feed him, and bathe him, and teach him!”

- It crosses the line into unintentional hilarity when, as Katara and Sokka are discussing Aang, there’s just Appa noises in the background, entirely unremarked upon. The only take a glance in that direction once they’re done talking, ironically after Appa’s quietened down somewhat.

- Nobody gets out of this movie without major changes, but if it weren’t for Iroh referring to Zuko as his nephew, I’d have never guessed it was him. Also, Eeroh. Frankly, I’ll be surprised if Zuko isn’t pronounced Zucko.

- Katara and Sokka’s grandmother pronounces Avatar correctly. Why don’t Katara and Sokka? Or, heck, why doesn’t she pronounce it “Awvatar”? It’d be better if they stuck to one rather than the inconsistent pronunciation.

- I’ll give them props: The idea of testing if Aang is the Avatar by setting four objects representing the elements in front of him is pretty cool. Does become kinda silly, though, when the rock just... wobbles and goes upright. They could have had it, like, cracking, but instead, wobbly rock.

- I might be misremembering, but it felt like Aang’s escape from Zuko’s ship was a lot... more, in the cartoon. I know, time constraints of fitting a twenty-episode season into a two-hour movie. But I have to tilt my head at just how much shorter (and milder) this particular scene is than its animated counterpart.

- It’s weird how Katara’s narration calls Aang by name, then like a minute later (at most) we see her ask him for his name.

- Wow, is it weird to see Aasif Mandvi playing Zhao when I watched The Daily Show as a teenager.

- Exposition is always fun when it’s delivered in the form of a roast.

- “But we will let [Zuko] wear [the Fire Nation uniform] today, like a child wearing a costume.” And nobody even smiles at Zhao’s sick burn.

- Hey, at least they have Iroh drinking tea. But cartoon Iroh probably wouldn’t do that so casually while his nephew is fighting Zhao’s soldiers. And cartoon Iroh would probably smile. At some point in time.

- And movie Katara and Sokka have apparently gone all the way to the Earth Kingdom without learning that Aang is the Avatar.

- “He was bending tiny stones at us from behind a tree! It really hurt!” I gotta be honest, that’s not a bad joke. It does feel kinda out of place with the general tone of the movie thus far, but whatever. I’ll take the lighthearted fun moments where I can get them.

- I can sort of understand why they would want the Earthbenders imprisoned by the Fire Nation to have some sort of earth to bend without the Gaang going to all that trouble to get the coal. But putting them in a quarry is more than a bit overboard.

- Aang gets a big Katara moment from the cartoon. And the thing is, Katara doesn’t really get that much time to shine in this movie. She could have used a moment like this one. Heck, Aang could’ve joined in to confirm that the Avatar has returned.

But no... In this scene, Katara just shoves a Fire Nation soldier who’s being rude to Aang.

- Ah, the infamous pebble dance. And the thing is, in the cartoon, this would’ve been a joke.

Aang would go through this huge, over-the-top dance just to make a relatively small rock float slowly towards a Fire Nation soldier. At which point, Toph would make the rock move much faster before teasing Aang about what he just did.

- Ohhh, gosh, I’m half an hour into this hour-and-a-half movie, and the post already looks like... this.

- “Teachers to teach you bending.” A lot of attention gets given to another repetitive line later on in the movie, but we shouldn’t ignore this beauty.

- Weird to see Ozai in plain view. Especially considering how, later on, he will be framed in shadow.

- Agni Key... What is it with this movie and changing pronunciations? I wouldn’t even care if that was the only problem, but with how it is, it’s one of several things that make this movie feel like “Avatar but wrong”.

- “Yip yip.” Gosh, does it feel weird to hear those words in a movie that tries to be more serious than the cartoon.

- I had to stop and continue this in the morning since it was late, so I might be forgetting something... But was it established before the Blue Spirit that Zuko knew Zhao would be hunting the Avatar?

- Hard to take it seriously when Zhao looks at his soldiers, chained by their hands to the ceiling, and simply mutters “fools.”

- “You think my son is this person the soldiers are calling ‘Blue Spirit’?” *pause of at least four seconds* “...Yes.”

- “My brother and the princess became friends right away.” First off, that’s really underplaying it. But second, Sokka’s face is so blank as Katara says this that I can’t buy even that.

- Zhao really becomes a much less threatening force when it’s Ozai who tells him to kill the spirits, when it’s Ozai who starts talking about their destiny.

- “HOOOOOOOOO” lives in a pineapple under the sea?!

- Everything in the Spirit World is compressed into this one dragon. Which makes it seem a lot less like a Spirit World than just the home of this dragon.

- I would say that the whole bit of Aang trying to avoid Zuko even though he’s right behind him is more like something from the cartoon... But, the dramatic music really makes it seem like this is supposed to be a serious moment. And it just doesn’t work as one.

- Iroh’s trying to stop Zhao is nowhere near as good as it was in the cartoon.

- “He’s making fire out of nothing!” I don’t understand why they made the change that this is uncommon. The Fire Nation are the villains, they should be stronger than other benders.

- “It’s time we show the Fire Nation that we believe in our beliefs as much as they believe in theirs.” I don’t understand how anyone thought this could work as a serious line.

- Back to the whole thing of this being smaller than the cartoon, Aang doesn’t turn into Aangzilla here. He accomplishes a very impressive feat of Waterbending, but when I just watched the cartoon version last week, it feels lesser in comparison.

- I imagine this is supposed to be Aang bowing in response, since he didn’t with the monks. But it doesn’t look like bowing. It just looks like an elegant dance move.

FINAL THOUGHTS

Yeah, I still don’t like it much. But I’ll say this: Now that I’ve watched it again, I appreciate the cartoon so much more.

I appreciate the characters. I appreciate the tone, I appreciate the pacing. And I appreciate all the things that are lacking from this movie.

I can only hope that the new live-action adaptation will be better, even if I know the cartoon will still be my preferred way of experiencing the story.

#The Last Airbender #bonus post #long post #really long post #super long post #negativity #negative #Katara #Sokka #Aang #Iroh #Zuko #Zhao #pebble dance #Fire Lord Ozai #Movie

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tjkiahgb · 5 years ago

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On August 13th, 2018, at 8:20 PM, TJ Kippen performed a basketball-themed apology rap for Buffy Driscoll and completed his redemption arc. In doing so, he became a full and complete hashtag good boi and fulfilled this blog’s ridiculous destiny.

This post is scheduled to go up on August 13th, 2019, at 8:20 PM. It only feels right that I retire this blog on the one year anniversary of that moment.

Okay. It’s not that dramatic. I’m not deleting my account or logging out forever or anything. I’ll be around. I’ll check in and like some posts and hang out like the kid who graduated high school but won’t leave. He keeps coming back and acting chummy with the teachers and it’s like, doesn’t he have better stuff to do?

The point is, my queue is depleted, my drafts are empty. I don’t have a shift in fandoms planned. I don’t have anything planned. It’s time for me to turn my attention to other things and stop thinking about this show and writing about it and working on this blog.

So that’s basically the tl;dr of this whole deal. I’m going to write some rambling personal stuff so if you don’t care, which most people probably won’t, then thanks for reading and thanks for all the memories. It’s been fun.

Okay, lemme ramble. And if you’ve read this blog for a while, you’ve probably heard some of this already, but whatever, this is my goodbye post.

Way back in October of 2017, I came across a post on a website for TV news that said “Disney Channel to Feature Its First Gay Main Character in Andi Mack Season 2″. I didn’t know what Andi Mack was, and I hadn’t watched Disney Channel in well over a decade. I remembered reading about the two moms on Good Luck Charlie when it happened, but I also remembered that it was, you know, mostly nothing. A lot of controversy for what was just a quick little thing. But this headline noted that it was a Main Character. And I’m reading the article and it’s talking about how he’s going to have this journey in season two and the producers had talked to GLAAD and other groups to get it right, and I’m like, wow, this is pretty cool, this really seems like they’re putting some respect into this. (I’m also thinking about how much young, closeted me would’ve killed for something like this.)

So I set my DVR to record it not knowing what to expect. Mostly thinking it was just going to be your standard Disney Channel show: cheesy and corny and bad jokes, but I’ll catch the coming out scene and it’ll be cool to see how they handle it and that’ll probably be that.

And then I’m watching the episode and I’m like, this is... not bad? In fact, more than not bad, this is way better than it has any right to be. And then I got to the coming out scene, which was so well done, and I’m just... shocked. This is like Pixar. Like, it’s for kids, but I can watch it as an adult and pick up on themes and subtleties. This is not like the shows from my childhood. Where was this show when I was growing up?

Next thing I know I’m watching the next episode. And the next one. And I’m starting to care for these characters. I can forgive a lot of issues with plot if I care about the characters and what this show did, maybe as well as any show on television, is made you care for the characters, from top to bottom.

So now I’m watching the show regularly. At some point, I went back and binged through season one on DisneyNow. I’m in, as a casual viewer at this point at least.

And then I get to 2.11, and the swing scene happens, and I watch it wordlessly, and it ends, and I feel like I’m losing my mind. I could not believe what I just saw. I thought for sure this show was just going to have a couple of coming out scenes and that would be the end of it. Had I really just watched a scene that was hinting at a gay romance?

I wanted so badly to talk about it with someone else to see if they were seeing what I was seeing, but, as you may not be surprised to learn, none of my adult friends were watching Andi Mack. So I started looking around online. And I eventually found my way here, to this site, to the tag. And people were seeing what I was seeing. And people were excited about it, and I was like, okay, cool, I might’ve found my community.

So I started lurking around here. And I would check in after 2.12 and 2.13, and I was really starting to enjoy it. Most of the stuff I watch that I care about I’ll watch with friends or family and talk about it with them, so I never really thought being a part of a fandom would be worthwhile. Plus, I’d hear about shipping wars and other nonsense like that, and I’m like, I’m not going to make an account to argue with people over fictional characters’ relationships.

But what I was finding about this community was that it was more positive than that. There were arguments, sure. You’re going to get them in any group of people. But for the most part, people just seemed happy. They were posting theories and memes and gifs and jokes and fanfics. And they were celebrating the characters and developments. I don’t know if that’s special to the Andi Mack fandom or not, but it seemed special to me.

That’s around when I started thinking about making an account, during that hiatus between 2A and 2B. But I was like, do I want to commit to this? What’s the point of my account? What do I want to say? And at some point in the hiatus, I was checking the tag, and I saw a gifset. It was by an account, since deleted and gone, but who, at the time, was very prominent in the fandom. And the gifset was all about attacking Tyrus. It was trying to take everything nice about what had happened between TJ and Cyrus and stomp on it. Tyrus was like a little baby ship at this point. People were just starting to get into it, the numbers weren’t that big. There wasn’t even really a name for the ship back then. The Tyrus tag was mostly that professional wrestler and the CJ tag was even worse. And this account had decided they were going to use their platform to try and make this small group of people in the fandom feel bad about liking their ship. I just remember thinking, why? Why be like that? It just seemed so unnecessary. And for the briefest of moments, I thought, okay, maybe I’ll make an account to be a troll and argue this stuff. And then I was like, nah, that’s just going to make the tag worse. When you see someone trying to ruin things for other people, you can give them attention and power, or you can just do your own thing.

So what I decided to do instead was to make an account that would add to the positivity I had been seeing. To just be one of the many voices doing fun stuff to drown out the bad. I could put out dumb posts to hopefully make people laugh, or eventually start writing recaps to give people something to do after watching the episode. There wasn’t really any bigger goal than that. Kill some time while celebrating the show and making the tag a more fun place, if only incrementally.

I’d like to think I did that. That I haven’t written or made too many things that have bummed people out and that most of my posts have hopefully made things better for people who wanted to hang out on here and talk about the show.

That’s all. At the end of everything, that was all. Just try to leave a net-positive wherever you go.

So that’s why I joined tumblr. Here’s why I stayed.

I am an unemployed writer. I’m an employed something else, but I would like to be an employed writer and I am currently not. And what that really means is I’m an unread writer. It means I write stuff and I try to convince people to read it and buy it, but most of the time they don’t. Most of the time, my stuff sits around waiting and hoping to be read. And when that’s the case, you can start to feel doubt.

What I didn’t realize when I started this account was that I would also be getting positivity back. I mean, I probably should have. It was the whole reason I started this, because I liked the positivity here. I guess I just didn’t expect it to be returned to me.

But it has. It has tremendously. Just writing this silly stuff that I do and putting it out there and getting feedback on it has meant so much to me. People saying something I’ve written is funny or interesting or just saying that they enjoyed it is such a confidence boost. You feel like, okay, people like my jokes or the way I think or whatever. There’s an audience for me somewhere. People who will get me. I just need to stick with it.

That’s what you all have been for me this last year and a half. More than just making this a fun place to share our love of this show, you’ve made this a place for me to feel seen.

I try not to tie too much of my self-esteem to the amount of interaction my posts get. (Seriously, don’t do that, it can be really unhealthy. I’m like, if a post flops, it flops. No biggie. Move on to the next one.) But every note I do get on something I’ve written lets me know I’ve done something right. The reblogs, the likes, the follows, the nice messages in my inbox, the comments on the posts. Any of it. All of it. It lets me know I’ve been read. It makes me feel like I’ve made a connection. And that means the world to me.

So thank you, to any and all of you who participated in this thing with me. Thank you for reading. Thank you for being a part of my experience on here. Thank you for being so cool that I wanted to join your group in the first place and thank you for being so great afterwards that I’m eternally happy I did.

It’s meant more to me than you could possibly know.

Keep the positivity.

- Jay

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vampirethatcarlislegotbittenby · 5 years ago

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Lost and Found

Evans was the first one to introduce me to the equal wonders and horrors of what the internet contained. From weird social media posts and blog posts to stupidly long and weirdly detailed stories attached to recipes, as a team, we found so many stupid things to laugh at together. Being a poorer kid, I hadn’t had much connection with the internet before the early two thousands – but it didn’t matter that sometimes, I fucked up and searched the wrong things, causing many… less savoury sites to pop up sometimes, all full of ads and spammy links. Not that Chris cared, of course. He hadn’t cared about any of the times that I’d messed up, or knocked things over, causing priceless objects like his families entire china set to knock over when were kids, or sent in the wrong essay for one of his college applications. He hadn’t cared, and somehow had ignored or missed all my faults. So many memories, heartbreaks and stress, all throughout our childhood, high school, college and now, our careers and professional lives. So many times and so many memories… but now, we seemed to be drifting. I mean, I understood – I was some broke anthropologist, new to her field and he was a successful actor, starting to get bigger and better roles. Chris was always in my line of vision, my thoughts – how could he not be? He was my best friend, my most trusted confidante. Our whole relationship followed the exact cliché of the stereotypical drifting ‘high-school besties’ trying to keep in contact and remain close after the environment and whole drama of school, relationships and early adulthood. Chris noticed a lot of things throughout our friendship about me. The way I flicked my hair, or only really grinned at twisted jokes. Stupid, I know, to hold onto all the minor things that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of life, and work but how could I not, when my heart so belonged to him. The only thing Chris didn’t notice throughout our early friendship was the fact that I loved him. I mean, I never had anybody but him, but he had so many other girlfriends and other surrounding friends. I was too awkward to really fit in with others, before I lost him, so I kept track of us, our friendship. Yeah, I knew others I was semi-friends with, but it wasn’t as if I was invited to anything of theirs outside of school.He never noticed that fact. Saying goodbye to our closeness, our friendship… it was, for the lack of a better word, heartbreaking.

Unsurprisingly, our totally different career paths caused Chris and I to drift. Not in a bad way, we just… stopped talking as much. I studied old bones and the structure of ancient societies, and he acted our false personas and scripts for a living. Anniversaries forgotten, birthdays left behind… the distance between us just grew and grew for so many weeks and months that eventually, I forgot his voice and the small quirks he had, and the silly rituals we would perform, like the tic at the side of his mouth that he had whenever he got excited or happy about an event or job or something like that, or the way we would dance and yell and celebrate together whenever it rained, no matter how long it was for. I forgot about those moments, those small things about us, and him, and I because of our stupid schedules and inability to communicate. And God, I regretted it so much. We’d promised each other, at our universities graduation that we’d keep in contact. We’ll keep in contact, we’d promised. Well, that hadn’t ended up happening, had it? I mean, looking back on the situation, it’s obvious – we could hardly catch up in person after graduation due to our respective hectic schedules and jobs. It’s a bit hard to keep in contact and stay friends when one person can’t talk in person and the other couldn’t talk over the phone, or online. We were so disconnected and fragmented that when it came to our ‘conversations’, one topic could drag on for days. I guess we just kind of gave up trying. We were both so surrounded by people, me on field and him always on a different and new set, but at the same time so alone. It hurt at the time, losing one of my closest friends, but distance and time, combined with our lack of communication, allowed us to lead such different lives and become such different people – for the most part, better I think, despite the feelings of missing another piece of ourselves over the years.

The years without Chris saw me become such a different person, it was almost hard for him to recognise me when I met him again. Four years had flown by, in a whirlwind of partners, drama, extra studying and new friendships and work opportunities for the both of us. We both had so much more of a safety net, and knew so much more about the ‘scary big, wide world’ as we’d both once perceived it. Not everything was so dependant on just each other anymore – even though I’ll admit that I’d once loved him, losing him wasn’t that big of a deal anymore. We were both so different – me, once a broke, socially-awkward butterfly, had finally emerged from her cocoon and had found other people just like her. Chris was successful, well known and while his personality was so different… physically, well let’s just say that he could still get it. I was so happy – in a stable job (finally!), with an apartment, friends and no pressing need for a man. My life was going well, in summary. Yes, sometimes work was stressful, or there was drama at home or in the friendship group or romantically, or there was a disappointing date or party, but that didn’t matter. It was overshadowed by the good. I was no longer the broken-hearted 22-year-old who was losing her best friend and romantic interest and was on the brink of financial ruin. I’d metaphorically dug myself out of that ditch. Life was mostly good, except for one small element – I didn’t feel like I had anybody to truly connect with. Not like I’d had with Chris.

Unexpectedly, it was at a party we reconnected at. I mean, yes, I was no longer uncomfortable in loud or crowded spaces, but at the same time, I didn’t quite feel totally comfortable at house parties or bars yet either. I still felt that I needed to get used to them a bit. I’d been dragged along to the housewarming party by a bunch of girls from my work that I was semi-friends with. Long story short, I was drinking punch, chatting to some other people from my work when Chris whirled around from a separate group and quite literally knocked into me. Luckily, nothing was left in my cup, otherwise I feel as if I would have punched him in the arm, regardless of who he was to me. I’d blinked, and stared at him, not comprehending who he was. Why the hell was he here? This was a party full of a group of nerdy anthropologists, archaeologists and other humanities-centred people who’s worked sometimes overlapped. What the hell was a distant famous actor doing there? Turns out he was just a plus-one of a friend who had been at the same university hadn’t wanted to rock up alone that night. Weird, the way that some circles overlap. On the outside… well, not much had changed. We still recognised each other, for the most part. Only minor things like haircuts and clothing styles were slightly different or changed. But on the inside? Personally? Our whole dynamic was different – we were both actual, working adults then – him, a distant star, me a lowly intern. Seeing him at that party… well, my heart cracked wide open. Memories, of our childhood, our teenagerhood, of the memories of camping, firelight, stars and smoke, of all of our secrets and myths and times spent together of the first twenty years of our retrospectives lives spent and spoken and whispered together, flooded my mind. The sounds of my friends talking faded into white static and the air tasted like distinct batter-acid taste of mountain dew for a few seconds before I snapped back into reality, and faced one of my oldest friends.

I may not have been sure beforehand, but when Chris smiled at me, and we started talking again, I knew while both of us were completely different in personalities, and interests and what we worked on, we still were very much the same in the way that we talked and acted. The coffee place that I had gone to loads of times in the past couple of years with friends was physically no different, of course, but to me it came to mean a whole lot more personally, just because of Chris. Numbers and tears exchanged, we agreed to meet up, as much as we could or at least once a week at that one location. Sounds stupid, I know, to always meet at one place when there are so many other places and locations to try but that local café was neutral territory, where we could catch up and get to know each other, a place to reminisce and remember as well as catch up. Plus, it had great milkshakes. And I fell in love all over again – with him, and his laughter and quirks and personality. Time had changed us both and our situations but had also brought us together again by one simple twist of fate or simple fluke. A few months after, I found out that well, he felt that way too. My emotions ran wild. Joy, sudden shock, laughing, crying. Overall, pure happiness over that. Finally, he’d really noticed me, and loved me in return. Our relationship became something different, but so much happier. Sunday mornings spent in the sun, weekends at the beach or random date nights mid-week whenever he’d drop back in town without telling me, taking a break from filming. Thought sets were so far away, and he was often so physically far away, we continued, marching on, not entirely forgetting what happened when you lost somebody you loved and reminding ourselves daily, to never lose contact. Being with Chris was like always being home – the constant feeling of safety, happiness and warmth.

Chris’ smile at that party reminded me, and our renewed relationship reminded me – it doesn’t matter where you are, or who you are, the opportunity to find somebody is not restricted to a small group, or an elite. It might be a random stroke of luck, or through dedicated searching, you can find what you have lost. There’s always the opportunity to reconnect and find those you have lost. Yes, you’ll fight, yes, you’ll lose sometimes or grow a bit more distant or lose a person, friend or loved one but that doesn’t matter, as long as you care – because there’ll always be a way back home, no matter the distance. After all, it only takes one question from the other party - Why don’t you come up and see?

@whiskey-cokenfanfic (sorry this is so late. I didn’t have connection I apologise so much anyway here’s my submission my alt is @theboningseason by the way this is just my personal thanks sorry sorry)

#wcnfbirthdaychallenge

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thepatchworkcrow · 6 years ago

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Witchcraft Asks #1-105

So, just for @dearpenumbra and because I’m wide awake and bored and want to answer them: Here is the list of the 105 witchcraft questions I just finished answering. I answered one each day but feel free to answer them all at once or however you want to do it. Tag your it!

1. Are you solitary or in a coven? I am technically a solitary, though I have friends with whom I occasionally celebrate the sabbats and do other witchy things with.

2. Do you consider yourself Wiccan, Pagan, witch, or other? I use ‘Pagan’, ‘witch’, and ‘Druid’ to describe myself. My path of Druidry is inherently pagan because of its reverence of the earth and all life, and it contains practices that are part of witchcraft.

3. What is your zodiac sign? I am a Cancer!

4. Do you have a Patron God/dess? I do, for sake of Tumblr, I call them The Hunter and The Lady of the Lantern. They’re deities I’ve not found in any mythology- sort of my own unique perspective / interaction with the divine forces of the universe, and so I keep the names I call to them in ritual private.

5. Do you work with a Pantheon? I do work with other deities beyond my patron god and goddess. A lot of them are from the various Celtic pantheons and include: Brighid, Gofannon the Smith, Cerridwen, Mannanan Mac Lir, and Gwyn ap Nudd.

6. Do you use tarot, palmistry, or any other kind of divination? I read tarot, runes, and ogham. I own an agate scrying mirror, but it’s very finnicky and I’d love to learn palmistry some day.

7. What are some of your favorite herbs to use in your practice? (if any) I use sage for cleansing, mugwort for a couple of blends of incense for divination, and lavender to cleansing, peace, intuition, etc.

8. How would you define your craft? It’s a path of Druidry dedicated to the Wylde Hunt.

9. Do you curse? If not, do you accept others who do? I have cursed- only in extreme situations, and the curse I used was aimed more at making the target realize how negative and toxic the bullshit they’ve been spewing/causing is. Sort of a “You’re going to realize the full horror of your actions” kind of a thing.

10. How long have you been practicing? The summer solstice will mark my 13th year.

11. Do you currently or have you ever had any familiars? I have familiar spirits: a black dog that goes by the name Yew, and a raven with a gold stripe on its beak named Gildenbeck. I’ve never had a familiar in the sense of a pet who does witchy stuff with me though.

12. Do you believe in Karma or Reincarnation? I believe in reincarnation and that our cations in one life affect the next. I’ve done a past life regression before, but that’s a story for a post that isn’t QUITE this long.

13. Do you have a magical name? I used to. I’ve got through a number of them over the years, changing them out as I see fit. My most recent one was actually the name I started this blog under: Brenna Adaira, but I’ve since outgrown it, and don’t really feel the need for one.

14. Are you “out of the broom closet”? Yes. I have been from the very beginning.

15. What was the last spell you performed? Shit. I don’t even remember. I’m not super big on spells. Anything more complex than carving a candle and charging it with intention to leave burn on my altar is usually not something I bother with.

16. Would you consider yourself knowledgeable? This is a silly question. As I’ve been practicing 13 years, and as someone with a bachelor’s degree, I’d say yes. I am knowledgeable about a number of things. However, I recognize there are many things I’m not knowledgeable about and there is always room for growth and learning.

17. Do you write your own spells? Since they’re very slapdash? Yes. They get written as I’m throwing spell components together to just DO THE THING.

18. Do you have a book of shadows? If so, how is it written and/or set up? I have recently started compiling a more formal grimoire of my path and all of its integral components. My working book of shadows however is always a sketchbook that gets carried around with me literally everywhere. It’s got drawings, scribbled poetry, journal entries, cut and pasted pictures, ritual outlines, musings, research notes, etc. and it’s all pretty out of order and chaotic. But I love the freedom of not having to be too careful with how I structure things and just let everything happen organically.

19. Do you worship nature? I do not worship nature. I honor the forces of nature; I treat them with respect and work to do my best to live in harmony with them. We are part of nature, not separate beings.

20. What is your favorite gemstone? Oof. This is a tough one. Moss Agate or Moonstone... but also Citrine and Opal. xD

21. Do you use feathers, claws, fur, pelt, skeletons/bones, or any other animal body part for magical work? I have a pheasant wing fan I use for smoke cleansing. I also have a small set of antlers that I’m still meaning to make into a proper headdress for ritual wear. Right now, they sit with my statute of The Hunter and the rest of my Wylde Hunt stuff.

22. Do you have an altar? Usually, yes. At the moment I don’t because I’ve been sort of in-transit for months. I’m moving back home at the end of the week though, and setting up an altar is the FIRST thing I intend to do.

23. What is your preferred element? Air. I love wind, stars, storms, gentle breezes through the forest, music, singing, the power of words.

24. Do you consider yourself an Alchemist? Not even in the slightest. XD

25. Are you any other type of magical practitioner besides a witch? Already answered above, but I’m a Druid! ^_^

26. What got you interested in witchcraft? I answered this in my previous post.

27. Have you ever performed a spell or ritual with the company of anyone who was not a witch? Yes! We used to frequently invite non-pagan friends to celebrate sabbats with us. One year, we actually erected a Maypole in my backyard and did a maypole dance.

28. Have you ever used ouija? Nope, and I would never. I don’t need it to speak with my guides, I don’t wanna poke at the dead, and I don’t trust them as reliable tools.

29. Do you consider yourself a psychic? I have strong intuition, but I wouldn’t call myself a psychic.

30. Do you have a spirit guide? If so, what is it? I have a couple, but the main one appears to me as a sort of elven / druidic entity (kinda Tolkien elf-ish with the blonde hair and all that). He goes by the name of Brannan and has been sort of my Druid guide both before and during my OBOD studies.

31. What is something you wish someone had told you when you first started? I wish someone had taught me really basic grounding and centering exercises and energy work first. Instead, I jumped right into gods and spells and rituals and all sorts of silliness early on in my path.

32. Do you celebrate the Sabbats? If so which one is your favorite? I haven’t this past year or so because I’ve been trying to get my bearings post-college again. But my favorite is Midsummer. It’s closest to my birthday, marks the anniversary of my dedication to studying witchcraft, and is just always a super heightened time for me spiritually speaking.

33. Would you ever teach witchcraft to your children? Yes. There’s another, longer blog post coming about my thoughts on this, but the short version of it is that I would rather give them some manner of religious context and collection of traditions and heritage than leave them completely on their own to consider the big universal questions religion is supposed to answer.

34. Do you meditate? Not nearly as often as I would like, but at least a couple of times a month.

35. What is your favorite season? Autumn. I love the gloom and the smell of the leaves, and the rain and how windy it gets, and the colors, and of course all of the things like pumpkin spice and Halloween. It’s another time of deep spiritual work for me. This is when the Wylde Hunt rides, and I mark my progress on my path in devotion to them.

36. What is your favorite type of magick to preform? I don’t actually like doing magick other than charging and burning candles. I’m sort of a lazy witch and usually find it more necessary to do inner work to get through a problem than to try and effect change in the world around me.

37. How do you incorporate your spirituality into your daily life? I take actions that align with my spiritual goals: living in harmony with the natural world, creating beautiful things, never stopping my own growth and learning, and compassion for others. I recycle where I can, try to reduce waste and reuse things. I take walks in nature and spend time in the woods. I stay informed so I can vote in ways that put people in power who care about our world. I take time to notice beauty in small places: a bird flying over head, stars in the winter sky, the way the sun is coming in through a window. When all of life is sacred, the spiritual path is not separate from the rest of your life. It becomes the lens through which you frame your life.

38. What is your favorite witchy movie? If I had to choose.... damn. I really can’t. The triad of Hocus Pocus, The Craft, and Practical Magic kinda take that place. I love them all in different ways.

39. What is your favorite witchy book, both fiction and non-fiction. Why? My favorite witchy books... Non-fiction: Living Druidry by Emma Restall-Orr, because it’s a look at Druidry through a Druid’s eyes. It introduces Druid concepts without the formal textbook layout, and I love reading about her experiences. Fiction: The Tree Shepherd’s Daughter and the associated series by Gillian Summers because who wouldn’t love a book about an elf who talks to trees whose day job to hide among humans is to make furniture to sell at Renaissance Festivals? Like... It’s just good, okay?

40. What is the first spell you ever preformed? Successful or not. This got answered in my last post.

41. What’s the craziest witchcraft-related thing that’s happened to you? And so did this one!

42. What is your favourite type of candle to use? I typically use those cheap chime candles or tealights. They burn down quickly and are easy to get ahold of.

43. What is your favorite witchy tool? I would have to say my drum. I love love love love raising energy with it or doing trance work while drumming.

44. Do you or have you ever made your own witchy tools? All of my wands have been handmade and my altar statues are all sculpted by hand. My ogham staves are handmade, and I’ve made a set of runes in the past, but they weren’t fond of me. XD

45. Have you ever worked with any magical creatures such as the fea or spirits? Ohhhh yes. Lots! The Wylde Hunt is one such example, but I’ve also worked with goblins and other various fae.

46. Do you practice color magic? I use color associations loosely, but don’t adhere to them too much.

47. Do you or have you ever had a witchy teacher or mentor of any kind? I did, sort of. My mom’s best friend was the one who bought me my first tarot deck, taught me how to read, etc. She gave me witchy homework now and then, but it wasn’t really a formal mentorship. She’s like another mother to me though, and I love her lots. <3

48. What is your preferred way of shopping for witchcraft supplies? Unfortunately, my preferred way is no longer possible. My local shop closed down in Feb of 2017 and I have been super sad ever since. I’m still trying to find a suitable alternative.

49. Do you believe in predestination or fate? I believe that we have free will and that the Universe sort of fills in the gaps. I think somethings are sort of “meant” to happen, but I don’t think everything is set in stone.

50. What do you do to reconnect when you are feeling out of touch with your practice? I light candles at my altar and just open myself to the energies, or I go on a walk with my friend, Mark. We always get into super deep conversations that get me back in the vibe.

51. Have you ever had any supernatural experiences? I could fill an ENTIRE post just on this alone, but yes. Plenty.

52. What is your biggest witchy pet peeve? Answered!

53. Do you like incense? If so what’s your favorite scent? I love incense! I tend to burn a lot of Dragon’s Blood, though I’ve recently discovered one called Mountain Heather that I am ALSO in love with.

54. Do you keep a dream journal of any kind? I keep weirdly vivid dreams in the notepad function on my phone. It’s usually right near my pillow and I just tap what I remember in there and try to go back to sleep.

55. What has been your biggest witchcraft disaster? Man, I can’t really think of a time things went horribly wrong to be honest.

56. What has been your biggest witchcraft success? Maintaining my practice and developing it into something uniquely my own.

57. What in your practice do you do that you may feel silly or embarrassed about? I know some people would say having spirit guides and such is silly. There are others who would say that energy work and psychic vampirism and the like are kinda woo-y and weird too.

58. Do you believe that you can be an atheist, Christian, Muslim or some other faith and still be a witch too? Anyone from any religion can be a witch. Witchcraft is a practice, not a religious path. Anyone can learn to raise and manipulate energy regardless of which deity they do/n’t worship.

59. Do you ever feel insecure, unsure or even scared of spell work? I just don’t usually feel a need for it. It’s usually able to be solved by mundane means or by doing inner personal work.

60. Do you ever hold yourself to a standard in your witchcraft that you feel you may never obtain? Don’t we all have perfectly aesthetic rituals that leave us feeling profound as a standard which we don’t ever quite meet? Aren’t we all secretly pining for Tumblr/Instagram worthy altars?

61. What is something witch related that you want right now? I actually really want to get a Tarokka deck, which is a tarot-esque oracle used in the D&D Curse of Strahd campaign. I want them for the campaign, but also to use for actual divination because it sounds like fun to try.

62. What is your rune of choice? I’m very partial to Kenaz (light, illumination, guidance), and Laguz (movement, water travel, magic, intuition).

63. What is your tarot card of choice? The 8 of Cups, The Star, and the 3 of Swords are all sort of cards I look at to determine if I’ll love or hate a deck.

64. Do you use essential oils? If so what is your favorite? I do use some, albeit sparingly. I’m rather fond of patchouli, sage, and a heather one I found.

65. Have you ever taken any kind of witchcraft or pagan courses? I’m currently wrapping up the Order of Bards Ovates and Druids’ Bardic Grade Course.

66. Do you wear pagan jewelry in public? Right now, my everyday necklace is a nine-pointed star which is supposed to represent the 9 sisters of Avalon, of whom Morgan le Fay was one.

67. Have you ever been discriminated against because of your faith or being a witch? Yes. Once, in early high school by a teacher. And once in college by some preppy sorority girl who wandered over to the LGBT clubs’ table at a Campus Life event looking to cause an argument.

68. Do you read or subscribe to any pagan magazines? Not magazines, but I follow a number of blogs both on Tumblr, Patheos, and Wordpress.

69. Do you think it’s important to know the history of paganism and witchcraft? Yes. Absolutely. The Burning Times weren’t about real witches. Modern paganism is not ancient paganism, and the context of myth, traditional practices, etc. are important.

70. What are your favorite things about being a witch? The language and tools I have with which to describe my experiences and think about and interact with the rest of the universe.

71. What are your least favorite things about being a witch? Being a conscious being and co-creator with spirit is freaking hard, yo.

72. Do you listen to any pagan music? If so who is your favorite singer/band? My absolute fave is Damh the Bard, but also give S.J. Tucker and OMNIA a listen. <3

73. Do you celebrate the Esbbats? If so, how? I used to do Dark Moon tea and meditation time with the Dark Goddess. Usually if I do something for any of the moon phases it’s sort of spur of the moment these days.

74. Do you ever work skyclad? I don’t, because I currently lack private space to do so.

75. Do you think witchcraft has improved your life? If so, how? Well, I am an empowered being with knowledge and love of the Universe and the divine connections between us all. I’m also equipped with various techniques for performing inner transformative work as well as affecting change in the world around me. What’s not to love?

76. Where do you draw inspiration from for your practice? My practice is a lot of “Solitary Wicca” meets OBOD druidry, meets a sort of Dragonheart ‘knights of the Old Code’ sort of feel. It’s about nature, creativity, and living honorably.

77. Do you believe in ‘fantasy’ creatures? (Unicorns, fairies, elves, gnomes, ghosts, etc) I do. I don’t believe they exist corporeally in this plane of existence though.

78. What’s your favorite sigil/symbol? I’m not sure I could pick one... but if I had to, I’d say the symbol for Awen.

79. Do you use blood magick in your practice? Why or why not? I’ve used blood in magic exactly twice. Once was in a dedication rite to The Hunter, and the other was to the Wylde Hunt. Both times it was blood from something like a paper cut or popped blister, whatever that was already available. I used it as a potent source of energy but also as a sympathetic tie to myself. Since I was dedicating myself to said entity, using it as a taglock made sense.

80. Could you ever be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t support your practice? Absolutely not. Thank you, next.

81. In what area or subject would you most like your craft to grow? I’m looking to pursue the OBOD’s further courses. I want to become a celebrant for the order and perform marriage, death, etc. rites for others within the order as well as those in the pagan community.

82. What’s your favorite candle scent? Do you use it in your practice? I love candles that smell like mulled spices or coffee or pumpkin. I don’t use them for magic, just for ambiance.

83. Do you have a pre-ritual ritual? (I.e. Something you do before rituals to prepare yourself for them). If so what is it? I ground and center before every ritual. Beyond that, I’m usually doing magic on the fly.

84. What real life witch most inspires your practice? Emma Restall-Orr, whom I’m not sure would identify as a witch. She’s technically a druid and author of various books and I love how gritty and honest and earthy what she shares is.

85. What is your favorite method of communicating with deity? I like to get somewhere quiet, and channel them through sort of automatic writing. I also frequently use visualization / meditation techniques to go to my sacred grove and speak with them there.

86. How do you like to organize all your witchy items and ingredients? What is this... organize you speak of? All spell components are in wee jars in a drawer. xD

87. Do you have any witches in your family that you know of? My mom was a practicing Wiccan when I was little, and my sister has interest in witchcraft.

88. How have you created your path? What is unique about it? Answered in my last post.

89. Do you feel you have any natural gifts or affinities (premonitions, hearing spirits, etc.) that led you toward the craft? If so what are they? I have a strange knack for vibing with plants/crystals/etc. and just knowing what they can be used for. I’ve also always had the ability to sort of see/hear things not there: spirits, fae, etc.

90. Do you believe you can initiate yourself or do you have to be initiated by another witch or coven? To be initiated implies you are entering into a group. The OBOD gives you the opportunity to initiate yourself if you aren’t close enough to a grove, but the point stands that it’s a ritual given to you by someone else. You can dedicate yourself to a specific path, but initiation implies you’re being included in something you once were not included in.

91. When you first started out in your path what was the first thing or things you bought? I’m pretty sure it was a new tarot deck, tbh. It’s been too long. I don’t remember.

92. What is the most spiritual or magickal place you’ve been? Answered in the last post: but Avebury, England.

93. What’s one piece of advice you’d give someone who is searching for their matron and patron deities? They aren’t necessary for a balanced and successful path. I know it can be weird not having a specific god/ddess but it’s really really really not necessary to find one right away to be able to have a successful practice.

94. What techniques do you use to ‘get in the zone’ for meditation? I dim the lights, drink some coffee or wine, get somewhere comfy, and put on some quiet music.

95. Did visualization come easily to you or did you have to practice at it? It used to come a lot more easily to me. I realized I was using it as sort of escapism and stopped, and have been building it back again.

96. Do you prefer day or night? Why? I prefer night. Everyone else is asleep and it gives me time and space to think and work on things without being disturbed.

97. What do you think is the best time and place to do spell work? The best time and place is when and where you need it most.

98. How did you feel when you cast your first circle? Did you stumble or did it go smoothly? We forgot to include a means of opening the circle in our first ritual’s notes. So... sort of a stumble.

99. Do you believe witchcraft gets easier with time and practice? Yes... and no. Because with time and practice, you come to find deeper things, and bigger truths. It builds upon itself.

100. Do you believe in many gods or one God with many faces? In my belief system, all gods are separate beings, but all a part of the Great Song of Creation that gives life to the universe.

101. Do you eat meat, eggs and dairy? I do! No restrictive diets here.

102. What is your favorite color and why? I can’t truthfully pick one. I’m fond of burgundy lately.

103. What is the one question you get asked most by non-practitioners or non-pagans? How do you usually respond? “I really like your necklace; what does that symbol mean?” To which I say “I got it at a renaissance festival; it’s supposed to represent the nine sisters of Morgen LeFay.” which seems to be an acceptable response.

104. Which of your five senses would you say is your strongest? Probably my sight.

105. What is a pagan or witchcraft rule that you preach but don’t practice? “Always cast a circle.” I recommend it for new folks, but I rarely ever actually cast one myself.

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reixsora-blog · 6 years ago

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Happy Birthday and Happy 7th Month Anniversary!

My dearest fiance, my sun and moon, my universe, my everything.

You’ve finally reached the end of the blog! And I’m guessing by the date you can probably tell I have been doing this for quite some time now? As I am typing this, it is currently 9:20pm, the 17th of November 2018. I guess you could say its a letter from the past? And I hope as you’re reading this, we are still happy together as we are right now, still just as hopeless, and madly in love with each other. I’ve never been more confident that I know for sure, nothing will have changed and that we will have only continued to grow more and more.

You’re probably wondering why I have started this so early? I still technically have 2 months to go before your birthday and here I am sitting here typing away, writing you this what might be a really long letter. And I have a feeling it might be the very first letter either from this blog that I have made for you.

Much like our little diary entries, I want this to be something you can come and read, whenever you feel down, sad, upset, happy, bored. In whatever mood you might be in, I hope this too, can become your very own version of “100 reasons why I love you”. That maybe you’ll come and browse through this blog whenever you feel like it and be reminded time and time again, just how very loved, how cherished, how treasured you are by me.

But first and foremost, happy birthday, my beautiful baby Rei.

I can’t tell you just how grateful, how thankful I am to even get to meet you and to have you in my life. My love, you have completely and thoroughly changed my life. And I know these aren’t words you’re meant to use “lightly” or throw around, but you have. You have changed my life for the better, you have given me so much colour, so much hope in this bleak and cold world. You’ve given me everything and more than I could ever ask for. And I don’t know how to even begin to thank you for it. I know I sound like a broken record by this point, but you mean so much more than just everything to me. You have become so much more than just a partner, a soulmate, a lover, and a best friend to me. I wish I have the words to describe just exactly what and who you are to me, but I like to believe that us humans are still quite limited, and have yet to find the perfect word to describe it. For now, I will settle for the lesser word and stick with “you’re my everything”.

We say this quite often, don’t we baby? That we have never loved like this, never felt so deeply so intensely for another. But I know its true, each and every time we say it, it has never once made the meaning any lesser, but it always adds on to it. Our feelings for each other has just been growing endlessly and its so clear to see. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

p/s: you have just woken up as I am typing this, my silly baby is upset that he has fallen asleep on me, but he doesn’t know just how much I adore having him sound asleep in my arms.

I got sidetracked!

Back to the topic!

I want to thank you for who you are baby. I know it mustn’t have been easy. The things you have been through in your life, I know you have come such a long way baby, and I am so glad to be part of your life now to watch as you grow even more, mature and be wiser more and more each day. I can’t tell you enough just what a pleasure and honour it is, to be able to be a part of it. Even if it may just be a small part. Thank you for allowing me in to your life, my love. You have grown to be such an amazing, wonderful, and awestruck, beautiful, beautiful being, my darling.

Your determination, your motivation, your hardworking ethics, and just how you strive and be the best version of yourself, my love, I can’t even begin to explain how inspiring you have been, not only for me, but for the people around you too.

And I know, that some days, my baby gets a little weary and tired. He gets a little worn down by the things and the burdens of the world, and it drags him down. Some days are harder than the rest for my baby, and some days, he feels disappointed in himself, for maybe not trying hard enough, for not being enough, for not having done enough.

I want to be here to remind you, not only on the good days, but on those rough days too, my love. That you are not only more than enough, that it is okay, to be dragged down and feeling upset and sad. But most importantly, it is okay, to lean on the people around you, for support and for reassurances at times like these. To ask for love and support, to ask to be re-validated.

And you know who’s willing to give all that to you and more?

Me.

And I know that most times, you’d feel “undeserving” when you feel upset and defeated. My love, our love has never been something that’s quantifiable by words such as deserving, enough, more, less. It has never been that way, and I promise you, it never will be that way. You will always be enough for me, more than enough. How can you not be, when you are literally my entire universe and more?

I just want to remind you, baby, that in me, you will always find acceptance, forgiveness and everlasting love.

With all that said, I am also so happy! To be able to celebrate your birthday with you for the very first time. Happy doesn’t even begin to describe it. I am absolutely elated. And I know this will just be the very of many that is to come, and I simply cannot wait for more and more birthdays and other anniversaries to celebrate with you.

It seems as if I have dragged on quite a little, so I shall stop here for now.

Once again, happy birthday, my dear baby Rei. And happy 7th months to the both of us! May there be so much more to come my love.

I love you, to infinity and beyond.

I love you, forever and always.

I love you, unconditionally and unrelentingly.

I love you, everlastingly.

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mimimindy · 7 years ago

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[ENG]Here is my translation of Momoka’s graduation live speech and messages from the other members. I apologize in advance for my bad english >_<. [FR]Voici la traduction du discours de Momoka lors de son dernier live ainsi que les messages que les autres membres lui ont adressé: Reni-chan: [ENG] When you announced that you will quit the group, to be honest the first thing I thought was "You're really stupid!" and I asked you several times if you did not want to change your mind. You must have found me annoying. But I want you to know that they are many things you did I am grateful for: First, when you just joined the group, every time I told you that I could not do this dance step correctly, you always told me "What if you tried like that, or like that ?" while showing me the movement so that I can improve my dance. Also, whenever I was anxious, you took my hand to reassure me. When my foot was injured and that I couldn't do silly things on stage because of this, you did it instead of me. When I had surgery for my foot, when it was my birthday or when I had my solo concert, you always sent me messages. You really supported me a lot. I wondered what will Momoclo become without you. But you have to live your own life so I decided to go forward as 4 member group while having fun from now on. I want the 4 of us to build a new landscape even bigger than now while remembering the one we built with 5 members. I would like you to consider these 8 years together as a treasure. Thank you for all your efforts. [FR] Quand tu nous as annoncé ton départ, pour être honnête la première chose que j'ai pensé c'est "T'es vraiment trop bête !" et je t'ai demandé plusieurs fois si tu ne voulais pas changer d'avis. Tu as du me trouver pénible. Mais sache qu'il y a beaucoup de chose pour lesquelles je te suis reconaissante: D'abord, quand tu venais d'intégrer le groupe, à chaque fois que je te disais que je n'arrivai pas à faire tel pas de danse correctement, tu me disais toujours "et si tu essyais comme ça, ou comme ça" en me montrant comment faire pour que je puisse m'améliorer. Aussi, toutes les fois où j'étais angoissée, tu me prenais la main pour me rassurer. Quand je me suis blessée au pied et que je ne pouvais pas faire l'idiote sur scène, c'est toi qui l'a fait à ma place. Quand je me suis faite opérer pour ma blessure, quand c'était mon anniversaire ou quand j'avais mon concert solo, tu m'as toujours envoyé des messages. Tu m'as vraiment énormément soutenue. Je me suis demandée ce qu'on allait devenir sans toi. Mais toi tu dois vivre ta vie alors j'ai décidé qu'on avancerait désormais à 4 tout en s'amusant. Je veux qu'à 4 on construise un nouveau paysage encore plus grand tout en se souvenant de celui qu'on a construit à 5. Je voudrais que tu considères ces 8 années passées ensemble comme un trésor. Merci pour tous tes efforts. Aarin: First of all, thank you for your work during 8 years. When I think back to all my memories with you, the most memorable is the one when you joined the group. Me too, I joined it after the other member and everyone was very kind to me. So when I heard that a new member was going to join the group, I wanted to welcome her in the same way. Except that she was an incredibly talented girl. You were already famous, so I thought "That's THE Momoka!" and suddenly I had not anything to teach you neither in singing or dancing. But during all the years as Momoclo members, there have been many moments of doubt and I thought I was happy to have been able to be with you during these moments even just a little bit. From today, you will discover many things and I would like you to become happy to the point of you will think "It was the good decision to leave the group". And that you do your best to the point of making us think "She took the good decision by leaving the group". After your departure, I will feel lonely, I will not have anyone next to me in the car anymore and I will not be able to take a picture with you anymore. From now on I intend to do my best with the 3 others while keeping in mind that you had been there with us. Congratulations for these 8 years and thank you for being with us until now. Tout d'abord, merci pour ton travail durant ces 8 années. Quand je repense à tous mes souvenirs avec toi, le plus marquant reste celui du moment où tu as intégrée le groupe. Moi aussi je suis arrivée après les autres et tout le monde a été très gentil avec moi. Alors quand j'ai appris qu'une nouvelle membre allait intégrer le groupe, je voulais l'accueillir de la même manière. Sauf qu'en fait c'était une fille incroyablement douée. Tu étais déjà connue à l’époque, alors je me suis dis "C'est LA Momoka !" et du coup que ce soit en danse ou en chant, je n'avais rien à t’apprendre. Mais durant toutes les années où l'on a été dans les Momoclo, il y a eu beaucoup de moments de doutes et je me dis que j'ai été heureuse d'avoir pu vivre tout ça avec toi ne serait-ce qu'un peu. A partir d'aujourd'hui, tu vas découvrir pleins de choses et j'aimerais que tu deviennes heureuse au point de te dire que tu as bien fait de quitter le groupe. Et que tu fasses de ton mieux au point de nous faire dire à nous "C'est une bonne chose qu'elle ait quitté le groupe". Après ton départ, je vais me sentir seule, je n'aurai plus personne à côté de moi dans la voiture et je ne pourrai plus prendre de photo avec toi. A partir de maintenant je compte faire de mon mieux avec les 3 autres tout en gardant en tête que tu avais été là avec nous. Encore félicitation pour ces 8 années et merci d'avoir été à nos côtés jusqu'à aujourd'hui. Shiorin: Thank you for these 8 years. Suddenly, I realized that it was already 8 years! I remember the day when you joined the group as if it was yesterday. The first thing I thought was "Her hair looks so smooth and silky !" (They laugh.). At the beginning we were the two small ones of the group and now we are the ones with the most difference in term of height. We also share the same blood type but our personnality are total opposite. You keep your blog up to date and you are hard worker while I am not. Sometimes I watched you and I always thought you looked so beautifully calm and serene. And in the group, I saw you a bit like my rival (in a good way). From today we will follow two different paths but the fact that you have been there until now is something irrefutable. I wish you did not forget it. From now on we will do our best with 4 members so that you can know what we become without even having to use your high skill in net research. Merci pour ces 8 années. Tout à coup, j'ai réalisé que ça faisait déjà 8 ans ! Je me rappelle de ton arrivée dans le groupe comme si c'était hier. La première chose que j'ai pensé c'est "ses cheveux semblent tellement lisse et soyeux" (elles rient). Au départ on était les deux petites du groupe et maintenant on est celles avec le plus d'écart en taille. On a aussi le même groupe sanguin mais niveau personnalité on est tout l'opposé l'une de l'autre. Toi tu tiens ton blog à jour et tu es une bosseuse, moi pas du tout. Parfois je t'observais et je me disais toujours que tu avais l'air posée et sereine, je trouvais ça beau. Et dans le groupe, je te voyais un peu comme ma rivale (dans le bon sens du terme). A partir d'aujourd'hui on va suivre deux chemins différents mais le fait que tu aies été là jusqu'à maintenant est quelque chose d'irréfutable. J'aimerais que tu ne l'oublies pas. A partir de maintenant on va faire de notre mieux à 4 pour que tu puisses savoir ce que l'on devient sans même avoir à utiliser tes super compétences en recherches d'informations sur internet. Kanako: You worked hard during these 8 years, congratulations. We shared advices on pills for mouth ulcers. If you ever find new pills, send me a message. (Everybody laugh) Really, I can not imagine the Momoclo with 4 members. But when you announced you leave the group, I understood that deep down, your decision was already taken so I did not say anything. But still there was a part of me that could not digest it and wondered what I was supposed to do. But you too were very anxious and you chose to make this difficult decision alone so I figured the best thing to do was we encourage you. (She thinks for a long time) In fact, there is something very straightforward that I could not tell you until now: I really wanted to celebrate our 10th Anniversary as a 5 members group. (She keeps quiet) There's a part of me that thought we could really do it with 5 members, but suddenly I realized that there is also dreams that would not come true.... From today, we will mutually follow a new path but I wish us all to be able to achieve the new dreams that we will find there and us, we will also do our best with 4 members. Now, follow this new path with a smile and take all our and Mononofu's feelings with you, please. Thank you again for everything you have done so far. Tu as bien travaillé durant ces 8 années. On s'échangeait des conseils sur les cachets pour les aphtes. Si jamais tu trouves des nouveaux cachets, envoie-moi un message. (Tout le monde rit) Vraiment, je n'arrive pas à m'imaginer les Momoclo à 4. Mais quand tu nous as annoncé ton départ, j'ai bien compris qu'au fond de toi, ta décision était déjà prise alors je n'ai rien dit. Mais malgré tout il y avait une part de moi qui n'arrivait pas à le digérer et qui s'est longuement demandée ce que j'étais censée faire. Mais toi aussi tu t'étais beaucoup angoissée et tu as choisi de prendre cette décision difficile toute seule alors je me suis dit que le mieux à faire était que nous t'encouragions. (Elle réfléchit longuement) En fait, il y a quelque chose de très franc et direct que je n'ai pas réussi à te dire: je voulais vraiment qu'on fête les 10 ans du groupe à 5. (Elle fait une pause) Il y a une part de moi qui pensait qu'on pouvait vraiment le faire à 5 mais tout à coup j'ai réalisé que tous les rêves ne se réalisaient pas forcément.... A partir d'aujourd'hui, nous allons mutuellement suivre un nouveau chemin mais je nous souhaite à toutes de pouvoir réaliser les nouveaux rêves que l'on trouvera là-bas et nous de notre côté on fera aussi de notre mieux. Maintenant, avance sur ce nouveau chemin avec le sourire en emportant tous nos sentiments ainsi que ceux des Mononofu avec toi s'il te plaît. Encore merci pour tout ce que tu as fais jusqu'à maintenant. Momoka's message to other members/ Message de Momoka pour les autres membres: I caused a lot of trouble to the group that will remains with 4 members instead of 5 and despite everything you took the trouble to prepare a farewell song, thank you very much. So first of all, Reni, Kanako, Shiorin, Aarin, I really want to thank you. Aarin, you who are an idol 24 hours a day, thank you for teaching me so much about how to become one. Shiorin, you always looked after us calmly and kindly, thank you. I was very surprised to see how much you had become a strong adult in such a short time. Kanako, you were the very embodiment of a responsible person. I followed you knowing that we could count on you in all circumstances, thank you. And finally Reni, no matter how much you were sad or anxious yourself, you showed me that you were always there to take care of others in a warm and kind way. Thank you for saving me so many times. J'ai causé énormément de soucis au groupe qui va se retrouver à 4 au lieu de 5 et malgré tout vous avez pris la peine de me préparer une chanson d'adieu, merci beaucoup. Alors avant tout, Reni, Kanako, Shiorin, Aarin, je tenais vraiment à vous remercier. Aarin, toi qui est 24h/24 une idole, merci de m'avoir appris autant de choses sur la façon d'en devenir une. Shiorin, tu veillais toujours sur nous avec calme et gentillesse, merci. J'ai été très surprise de voir à quel point tu étais devenue une adulte forte en si peu de temps. Kanako, tu étais l'incarnation même d'une personne responsable. Je t'ai suivi en sachant que l'on pouvait compter sur toi en toutes circonstances, merci. Et enfin Reni, peu importe à quel point toi-même tu souffrais ou angoissais, tu m'as montré que tu étais toujours là pour prendre soin des autres de manière chaleureuse et très gentille. Merci à toi de m'avoir sauvée tant de fois. Momoka's message to Mononofu and staff/ Message de Momoka pour les Mononofu et le staff: Reni, Kanako, Shiorin, Aarin, I'm really glad you were there. I too thought I could go to the 10th Anniversary as 5 members. But for the future of the 4 of you that begins now, I had to make a decision. We were often called the "5 miracles girls". But to be honest I never felt that way. I think the group of 5 that are Momoclo is you 4 plus the fans. So, dear Mononofu, whether for 10 years, for 20 years or much later, I count on you to support them. Dear staff members, thank you for creating this stage for me today. My dear fans, if I could reach 8 years, it is thanks to you who supported me warmly and kindly in any situation. Thank you for giving me this idol life full of happiness for 8 years. During these 8 years, I have the feeling I have accomplished all that I wanted, so I leave without regrets. That's why I want to be happy to the point of making you proud of me. To you who have followed me for 8 years and you, despite my selfish decision and my sudden departure, who told me "Congratulations, you did a great job.", thank you very much. From now on, I entrust you the 4 others. Reni, Kanako, Shiorin, Aarin, je suis vraiment heureuse que vous ayez été là. Moi aussi je pensais pouvoir aller jusqu'aux 10 ans du groupe à 5. Mais pour votre futur à vous 4 qui commence maintenant, j'ai du prendre une décision. On nous appelait souvent les "5 enfants miracles" mais pour être honnête je ne l'ai jamais vu de cette manière. Je pense que les Momoclo à 5 c'est vous 4 et les fans. Alors cher Mononofu, que ce soit pour 10 ans, pour 20 ans ou encore bien après, je compte sur vous pour les soutenir. Chers membres du staff, je vous remercie d'avoir créé cette scène pour moi aujourd'hui. Mes chers fans, si j'ai pu arriver au bout de ces 8 années, c'est grâce à vous qui m'avez soutenu chaleureusement et avec beaucoup de gentillesse dans n'importe quelle situation. Merci de m'avoir donné cette vie d'idol si heureuse durant 8 ans. Pendant ces 8 années, je pense avoir accompli tout ce que je voulais, alors je pars sans regrets. C'est pourquoi je souhaite devenir heureuse au point de vous rendre fiers de moi. A vous qui m'avez suivi durant 8 ans et qui, malgré ma décision égoïste et mon départ si soudain, m'avez dit "Bravo, tu as bien travaillé.", je vous remercie énormément. A partir de maintenant, je vous confie ces 4 autres filles. Kanako’s last message to Mononofu/ Dernier message de Kanako pour les Mononofu: Thank you all. So we are only 4 now. I do not know what awaits us from now on but to think about it, it was laways like this until now. We go to the unknown but I want us to do our best by having fun to make you smile. I apologize for all the confused feelings you could have had today, but I hope you will continue to support us. Merci à tous. Nous ne sommes donc plus que 4. Je ne sais pas ce qui nous attend à partir de maintenant mais à bien y réfléchir, on a toujours avancer de cette manière jusqu'à aujourd'hui. Nous nous lançons vers l'inconnu mais je veux qu'on fasse de notre mieux en nous amusant pour vous faire sourire. Je m'excuse pour tous les sentiments confus que vous avez du ressentir aujourd'hui mais j'espère que vous continuerez de nous soutenir.

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averagelizajane-blog · 5 years ago

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My Speech

I haven’t blogged in over a year ... this post really doesn’t count because it is a copy of a speech I gave this week at the a statewide nurse appreciation event the March of Dimes put on. Nurses were awarded in 20 different categories. There was also a silent and live auction to raise funds for the MOD.

March of Dimes

Nurse of the Year Event

11/22/19

Richmond Hilton, Short Pump

When Latne asked me to speak today, I couldn’t say no because any chance I get to express gratitude to nurses I am going to jump on it! I cannot think of very many honors higher than publicly thanking those who serve others -- especially babies. So if you, all the nurses here today, get nothing else out of my little speech, please hear me when I say “THANK YOU!” Thank you sincerely from the bottom of my heart! You make a difference every.single.day! Latne also asked me to keep my remarks under 5 minutes -- I’ll do my very best, but no promises … it’s going to be quite challenging to share our story in just 5 minutes.

Let me begin with a day I will never forget. It was an ordinary Saturday night in early 2018. Anne-Marie’s health was pretty stable by then. She had long been off oxygen, and she was tolerating her gtube feeds fairly well. Anyways, I got her out of the bath and dressed her for bed. I looked her in the eyes just like every other night and said, “Anne-Marie, I love you.” And then that very ordinary night became one very extraordinary night in a matter of seconds. Anne-Marie looked back at me with the most loving eyes and responded very robotically and very, very softly, “IIII Wuuub wun.” You see, Anne-Marie was nonverbal up until last year. I sat in the floor and cried tears of joy and relished in the fact that I had finally heard the three little words, I sometimes doubted I’d ever hear. I vividly remember after a few minutes of crying, saying a prayer out loud (I usually pray silently and I hate to admit it, only when I need something) but in that moment I thanked God out loud for every single one of Anne-Marie’s nurses by name, doctors by name, therapists by name, her teachers by name, my parents, my best friend, Maggie, and everyone else who has cared for Anne-Marie along the way.

Anne-Marie was born at 25 weeks gestation because I had severe pre-eclampsia and HELLP syndrome. The details surrounding her traumatic birth are a little cloudy. However, I have a couple of very clear memories from that very scary time.

I was admitted to the hospital on January 10th. I was supposed to be on bed-rest because of my high blood pressure, but we had planned a 5th birthday party at the local bowling alley for my oldest daughter, Leah. So while we were at Leah’s birthday celebration, my OB doctor called and said my blood work didn’t look good and I needed to go to the hospital. Upon arrival and evaluation, the doctors said they would try and wait as long as possible to deliver, because they wanted to give me steroids for the baby’s lungs, but things didn’t look good and I may need to have a c-section “soon.”

This news was not okay with me for several reasons. The first and most important reason was that my baby, in my mind, was not developed enough to sustain life outside the womb. At that time, I knew next to nothing about prematurity. I just had this gut-wrenching feeling that my baby was going to die.

The second reason I was not okay with learning the news that a “soon” delivery was inevitable, was that I did NOT want my baby to be born on Leah’s birthday. Again, I had a bad feeling I was going to lose my baby and I didn’t want to have an anniversary of a birth and a death on the same day.

So, we were in the hospital, doing our best to process this very worrisome, new information and an in-depth ultrasound was done to predict the size of our baby. Afterwards, two residents came in to speak with me about the possibility of the smallest breathing tube the NICU has being too large for our baby. This information just lead to more questions with unknown answers. They left and then it was a nurse who came back in, and with the most compassionate demeanor, she asked what we were going to name our baby. I looked at my husband, Bradley, cluelessly … all I could think about is why are we going to name a baby, who probably won’t survive. What’s the point? It will just make this all harder? We explained to the sweet nurse that we didn’t have any names picked out and we didn’t even know the sex, we had wanted to be surprised. The nurse said that they liked to call babies by name when working to resuscitate them and caring for them -- she said they have a tendency to respond better. With that small act of kindness, an overwhelming sense of comfort came over me. I surrendered all and we named our baby.

After that humble conversation with that nurse my feelings surrounding the date of my c-section began to change. I figured if Anne-Marie needed to be born on Leah’s birthday, maybe that could actually be a gift and not a curse.

And that’s exactly what happened. Anne-Marie was born en caul on January 12th. She weighed 420 grams (that’s 14.8 ounces for all of us non-medical people) and was 10 inches long. She was tinier than tiny -- about the size of a big Smartphone with a hard case.

Anne-Marie did fairly-well during the very beginning of her 200-day hospital-stay. I was discharged and tried my absolute best to keep some sense of normalcy for Leah, all while traveling back and forth to the hospital each day and pumping breast milk every three hours.

It wasn’t until right around the 2 week mark when we had our first big scare. I got a call from a doctor who said Anne-Marie’s oxygen stats were really low and they needed to change out her breathing tube to the next biggest size. When we arrived, the normally dark and calm NICU room looked completely different. The lights were bright and there was close to 10-15 people crowded around Anne-Marie’s isolette. A social worker sat with me and explained what was happening. One nurse had a cart with a separate computer and was logging everything the medical team was doing. A respiratory therapist was bagging Anne-Marie. Two doctors were conversing quietly about my daughter but not including me. The air was tense. Everyone was very serious. A hospital chaplin came and introduced himself. He asked me if I wanted to have Anne-Marie baptised.

Prior to her birth, I was the one who thought she was going to die. Now here we are, a couple of weeks later, and the experts think she’s going to die. I politely responded, “No” to the chaplin. I know it’s irrational now, but at that time, I figured if I allowed her to be baptised, I was giving up. I thought if I willed her to live, she would. I was scared. I asked if I should call my husband in from work. The doctor in the purple tie responded matter-of-factly, “Yes,” he said, “your baby is very sick and could die any minute.” I called Bradley then stared at the beeping monitor displaying sats in the teens and 20s for half an hour. I was in a daze, when one of Anne-Marie’s primary nurses asked me if I needed a break. She may have never known it, but she had two patients that day, Anne-Marie and myself. Her calm, professional vibe and consideration allowed me to deal with the situation.

These are just two of countless times during Anne-Marie’s journey where I credit my own success to her nurses. All along, I’ve always credited Anne-Marie’s success to her skilled nurses. And I always will. Through 5 surgeries, several PICC lines, countless blood transfusions, back and forth transitions between the jet ventilator, conventional ventilator, and CPAP, progression from TPN to all mixes of formula, and graduating from an isolette to a warmer bed to an open crib, Anne-Marie’s nurses have been there on the front lines every step of the way. Not only did they medically care for her, but they went way beyond that … Anne-Marie’s nurses were really her first parents before we had her in our true custody. They advocated to doctors on our behalf during rounds, they sang to her to soothe her, they dressed her up when she was able to wear clothes, they took pictures to decorate her bedside and did everything as much as they could to support the emotional needs of all of us.

Today, Anne-Marie is in school and is very successful. She’s spunky and silly and full of life. Anne-Marie loves reading, singing, pretend-play, her Nana, and following Leah around every step she takes. My family is forever in debt to the NICU nurses and doctors, the March of Dimes, and the greater field of neonatology. I reflect upon her journey from time to time and know without a shadow of doubt that each person who cared for Anne-Marie was put in that position at that particular time for a reason. Her outcome would have been different if certain pieces to the puzzle were lost. We will never be able to express enough gratitude for saving Anne-Marie’s life. On behalf of babies everywhere, I sincerely thank you for your dedication and service.

#speech micropreemie lifeafterNICU marchofdimes MOD nurseoftheyear virginianurseoftheyear virginiamarchofdimes gtubekid teachermom

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mama-orion · 8 years ago

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The overlooked anniversary

If the pilot took place in 2009, this would be Sherlock and John’s 8th anniversary from the day they met and, in this headcannon, fell in love.

As the years go by, the explosions of passion and thrill evolve into a love that’s deeply woven, utterly familiar, a comfortable routine. It’s natural that anniversaries slip their minds in the fray of work (especially The Work).

I adore the sparky first-time fics, but for their 8th anniversary, I want to celebrate the simple tenderness of their weathered relationship. Yesterday’s silly headcannon led me here. I hope you enjoy it.

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It’s freezing. John crams his numb hands deeper into his pockets as he tramps along several paces behind Sherlock, the distance between them growing. He’d like to appreciate the beauty of the forest they’re wandering through. They’d even startled a herd of deer some time back, though Sherlock had hardly noticed. John’s feeling useless and it bruises his mood.

The day had started slow, just the comfort of tea and papers by the fire. And then there had been Lestrade’s text that jolted them from the flat to chase a lead, their adrenaline surging as they raced. The lead had sputtered out, but an unexpected turn had sent them all the way to Richmond Park to track… not the suspect, but the frozen, three-day-old footprints that could crack the murderer’s alibi.

At first, John tried to be helpful and make some sense of it, but frankly the tracks all look alike to him. They’ve been at this for hours and the thrill of the chase has sputtered out. Sherlock is absorbed and hasn’t said a word to him for ages. The sun’s about to set and he seems no closer to cracking the code. What a wasted day. If he’d thought to grab some gloves on his way out the door, maybe John wouldn’t feel so sour. He wishes he hadn’t realized what day it is. Just makes it worse.

It had taken him by surprise. They had been in the cab chasing their lead, John on his mobile looking up train schedules as Sherlock fired questions at the air. As John studied the day’s trains he’d noticed the date. January 29th. Their 8th anniversary. He’d grinned to himself. Here they were all these years later, still caught up in the chase together. He’d reached across the seat and given Sherlock’s thigh a gentle squeeze. Sherlock hadn’t even slowed his soliloquy of speculation, just scooched closer to him the seat, brushing a fast kiss on the corner of his mouth, his eyes sparking. John didn’t bring it up. He didn’t care that they’d forgotten. Sherlock was so beautiful when he was like this, shining, and he’d gazed at him quietly between the google searches.

John’s feet suddenly slide out from under him and he hits the frozen ground hard. Cursing, he picks himself up. It’s the fourth time he’s fallen. This is ridiculous. It’s been snowing and melting and freezing for days, so there’s a hard, slick layer of snow on the path. The chaos of frozen footprints and a thousand hoof-prints are a perfect puzzle that has Sherlock riveted. He’s been following one particular boot tread through the whole trodden mess.

John’s still lagging behind, distracting himself with ironic titles for this case’s blog… Stalking the Deer (Too Bad We Forgot the Deerstalker). The Hunt for the Frozen Feet. How to Track a Baddie and Freeze Your Bullocks Off… when he stumbles into Sherlock. John hadn’t noticed he’d stopped to study a footprint, crouched low with his magnifying lens. They both let out little surprised yells as John trips over him, right at the edge of a slope, and instinctively grabs Sherlock’s coat which only drags him down with him. They both slide down the slope, skidding faster and faster over the glassy surface.

John clings to Sherlock’s coat, trying desperately to slow their slide. There’s a skuffle as they flail, trying to stop, but they’re going too fast. A few trees blur by, but they’re out of reach. John digs his boots into the ice and only succeeds in spinning their slide headfirst. Sherlock crows a protest, but John starts laughing and hooting. It’s actually brilliant. He’s vaulted back in time to childhood and the simple thrill of a reckless slide.

They finally lose momentum. Sherlock struggles to stand on the icy crust, falls, tries again, falls. Cursing, irritated, he crosses his arms where he lays sprawled on his back and snaps at the darkening sky. “What a waste! It’ll take ages to find that track again.” Sherlock scowls over at John who is laughing hysterically, uncontrollably, cheeks pinked with cold. With a careful effort, Sherlock rights himself and skids cautiously over to John, offering his hand.

Still giggling, John rolls, tries to pull himself up with Sherlock’s help, only to drag him down onto him in a warm, ungainly pile. John wheezes with breathless hysterics and Sherlock’s mood finally begins to thaw, his smile twitching mischievously as he looks down at John, faces pressed close, breath puffing in the cold air. He grips either side of John’s face, pushes their noses together. “John. John? We are hunting a murderer. Do try to pull yourself together.” “Sorry,” John finally gasps through his laughter, “I’m so, so sorry–” but he’s stuck in uncontrollable giggle-wheezing. Sherlock watches his hysterics with fond amusement, shakes his head and kisses his temple. “Shhhh, shh. Get your breath back before I have to resuscitate you,” John sucks in ragged breaths, hiccuping small giggles, and harrumphs himself calm. He stares up at Sherlock very seriously. “And what if I wanted to be resuscitated, hm?” “You only had to ask, you needn’t have knocked me off a cliff to get my attention,” and he bites John’s lower lip very softly. A bubble of laughter spills from John and he’s lost it again, Sherlock grinning and kissing him right through his laughter. “How insensitive of me,” he says between kisses and John’s giggles, “neglecting my beautiful boswell.”

Sherlock grins and slides his hands under John’s coat, under his cardigan, under his plaid, and John groans happily to feel the warmth on his skin, but Sherlock hisses. His brow knits, voice low and concerned. “John you’re frozen.” His caresses turn more clinical as he tries to rub warmth into John’s cold skin. “Come on, let’s get you off the ice. We’ve got to get you home and warm immediately.”

John can’t tell if it’s the afterglow of his giggle-fit, the burst of sudden affection, or the relief of getting out of this frozen wasteland, but he feels buoyant as they begin to crawl their way back up the slope. Sherlock kicks through the ice with the toes of his shoes to make footholds for John, keeps looking back to check on his progress. The sudden turn to gallantry is adorable. John muses that the only thing that can ever pull Sherlock from a puzzle is his concern for him. Even the thought is warming. Should’ve knocked him over hours ago, he muses.

John lets Sherlock fuss over him in the cab, pulling him against his chest, folding his arms around him, cupping his cold fingers in his large warm hands and breathing over them. “Mm, almost forgot,” John hums, eyes closed. “Happy anniversary, love.” He feels Sherlock stiffen beneath him. His voice is pained. “John! I’m so sorry. God, I forgot. It’s just, the case, and–“ John smiles, bringing Sherlock’s fingers to his lips. “Relax, I forgot, too til I saw the train schedule.” “Do you, I dunno, want to go to Angelo’s or something?” “Nah, I’m knackered. Let’s just go home.” Sherlock nuzzles the top of his head quietly. An hour later, John finds himself stewing in the bath Sherlock’s drawn for him. He’s feeling very content and very sleepy. Sherlock sits on the edge of the tub in his dressing gown explaining his footprint deductions. He looks down at John’s half-lidded eyes and says a little peevishly, “You’re half asleep, you’re not even listening.” “Am so,” John mumbles, “said you wanted to get in this tub with me.” “No I didn’t, I–” John immediately comes to life. He pulls him into the water, dressing gown and all, hot water sluicing over the sides, Sherlock protesting through his shocked laugh as he flops into his lap. “John! Really! You could have just asked!” John smiles wolfishly as he pulls off the sodden dressing gown, nibbling the skin he uncovers. “True. But I discovered today that taking you by surprise is much more fun.”

Sherlock’s low laugh rumbles deep in his chest as he squeezes next to him in the tub, folding his legs under John’s knees and settling his head on John’s chest above the water line with a contented hum. John, perfectly warm, perfectly home, runs his fingers lightly over Sherlock’s skin, breathes in the steam and thinks, There, that wasn’t such a wasted day after all, now was it.

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@currently-in-my-mind-palace, I hope this bit of tender fluff brightens your day a tiny bit

#january29 #headcannon #tenderfluff #johnlock #metaphorskeepmeright

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xxxepicmickey3heartofstonexxx · 7 years ago

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Epic Mickey 3 Heart of Stone Prologue {{ Promo kind of thing, hope you enjoy. }} {{Reposted from my main blog to this one!~}}

“Hey fellas, lookie what I got! I found daddies remote!” One of the bunny children held up their father’s remote like it was a golden trophy they had won in a competition. They were standing on a shelf above their siblings, looking down at them. “Come on we should shoot off some fireworks!”

“Uhhh I don’t know Benjamin it sounds kinda dangerous.“ One of the little sister bunny siblings said up to her brother. She looked very nervous, she was actually the youngest of the children. She was also the runt of the bunny litter too.

“Oh come on Briar Rose, this is gonna be a BLAST!” Benjamin snickered, giving his siblings a mischievous grin. “This could be our only chance to shoot of fireworks just like dad does, come on let’s get going everyone!” He hopped down onto barrel and then down to the floor, making a small dull thud when he landed on his tiny small hind legs. “Alright everybody, here we go! Let’s go find daddy’s stash of fireworks!”

“Oh how’s about we play follow the leader?!”

“That sounds like a splendid idea Bandit old buddy!” Benjamin took in a deep breath and began to sing in a lively tune, “Following the leader, the leader, the leader! We’re following the leader, wherever he may go.Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day, tee dum, tee dee it’s part of the game we play!” He hopped along his eagerness showing clearly with his bouncing steps. “I am the leader, the leader, the leader! So follow me along! And sing our silly song!”

“Tee dum, tee dee, the words are easy to say, just a teedle ee dum a teedle ee do tee day! Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee dum! We’re one for all, and all of us out for fun! We march in line and follow the other one, with a teedle ee do a teedle ee do tee dum!“ The other bunny children harmonized as their brother Benjamin lead them around the house searching for the fireworks.

It was lucky for the bunny children because today their parents were out celebrating their anniversary together. Thankfully since it had been peaceful since the Mad Doc had become a good toon, there was no need for a baby sitter. So they could search without the risks of being caught by their parents.

“Following the leader, the leader, the leader we’re following the leader, wherever he may go. We’re out to find the works, the works, the works, we’re out to find the works! Because he told us so!”

“Look there!” Benjamin gasped as they came across a safe in their father’s room. Their brother handed the remote off to Briar Rose. “Come on fellas and ladies, let’s see if we can open this safe!” He went over and place his ears against the cold metal of the safe.

Three of his other siblings, Bea, Bernie and Bianca placed their paws on the safe’s lock and began to turn it. They went slowly so Benjamin could listen for the tumbles and vibrations of the lock.

“Okayyyyy let’s see…..the combination issss…..” Benjamin closed his eyes and concentrated. It only took him five minutes to crack the combination. “It’s mom’s birthday! The lock combination is mom’s birthday, quick let’s put the number in!”

Briar Rose watched her siblings, she didn’t know why but she had a bad feeling about all this. She really didn’t want to be shooting off fireworks without parental supervision. There were so many things that could go wrong.

Someone could get hurt, a building could catch fire, they could break something! This was serious and all her bigger siblings didn’t seem concerned at all. Maybe she was just being far too paranoid?

“Yes! We’re in, come on let’s grab some fireworks and go!“ Benjamin went over and swiped the remote from Briar Rose and patted her atop the head. “Come on sis, don’t be so nervous, fireworks are pretty right? You love pretty things! Like those delicious blossoms mom grows in her garden!” He could sense she was nervous, so brotherly reassurance was in order.

"Well…” Briar Rose began, sounding very nervous and unsure as she fiddled with her paws. “I dooooooo like pretty things.” She gave him a sheepish grin.

“That’s my favorite youngest sis!“ Benjamin patted her on her shoulder and then looked over his. "Bernard, Beatrice and Bandit you guys carry the fireworks since you all are very strong lifters!” And with that the bunny siblings filed out in a bouncy line. All of them chattering in excitement, all of them trying to decide where they should set the fireworks off.

"Sayyyy why don’t we set them off near the Walt Disney, statue! It’s been recently remolded and we can have a little fireworks celebration in its honor!“ Bandit gushed out, hopping next to Benjamin. He was carrying three fireworks with him, red, blue and green, they were lifted over his head.

"Ohhh right! Daddy added uncle Mickey on the other side of Walt Disney!” Benjamin replied, his voice whimsical and jolly. “Yes, we shall do that! I’m sure that everyone who sees it will love it!” The bunny children all excitedly bounced to their destination, keeping a watchful eye out for the other toons. They had to sneak around like little thieves, as though they were escaping into the night.

Which actually wasn’t far from the truth, it was evening now and getting darker. But it was still light enough out for the bunnies to know where they were going. As soon as they reached the Walt Disney statue, they set up the ten fireworks they had smuggled out of the house. They had made sure that their fireworks were set up a great distance away from the statue, that way none of the fireworks would hit it.

“Alright let’s light up the sky!” Benjamin held his dad’s remote up and pressed it. All ten firework fuses began to light and the sparks made their way to destinations. “Everyone stand back a little!” He moved back, using a waving gesture with his hands so his siblings would do the same.

They waited and watched eagerly as the first firework launched itself into the air. It spiraled as it flew like a majestic bird into the sky. Then it exploded in an array of brilliant oranges, purples and reds. The bunny children all cheered as firework after firework went off. They were all having a blast and as they bounced, they didn’t notice one of the fireworks became slightly undone from its holster.

All save for Briar Rose whom was the only one paying attention to the last firework which was a rose pink. “G-Guys?” She tried speaking over the ninth firework that was crackling in the sky. This was one of the fireworks that exploded and then exploded into smaller fireworks that exploded into even smaller ones until they vanished.

"Guysssss!“ She cried out again just as the ninth firework faded from the sky. That was when the tenth firework shot out and zipped past over the top of the Walt statue head. Then it hit a sign, and bounced back and the children.

"LOOK OUT!’ Benjamin screamed as he grabbed Briar Rose and pushed his siblings away. The firework smacked into someone’s house and then bounced back again like a deadly boomerang of exploding death.

The firework collided with the pedestal of the Walt Disney, Mickey and Oswald statues. "HIT THE GROUND!” The bunny children all ran and jumped, pinning themselves to the ground. Benjamin had thrown himself over Briar Rose to protect her.

The firework exploded and the ground shook furiously like an earthquake. As soon as the crackling stopped the bunny kids all hopped up, Benjamin helping his younger sister up. They stared at the statues with worry.

Benjamin let out a relieved sigh when he didn’t see any damage. “Well that’s a relief, all we have to do is clean it up a little.” Benjamin went over and jumped on the statue and began using his tail as a cotton swab. He hopped back down when he was satisfied, “There it’s good as new and polished! No more powder! I wonder what dad made these statues out of…titanium?”

“Hey uh we should really get going.” Bea spoke up, looking around nervously. “We need to get home before we get caught and with all that noise other toons might come out to see what happened.”

“Right come on let’s go!”

They all began to head back, but one little bunny was staring intently at something. She could see a small crack on the pedestal, the crack traveled from the ground, up the side of the pedestal and near the shoe of Walt’s statue. “But guys…” She said, her voice squeaky because they had left a crack in the statue.

“No buts Briar Rose, come on we don’t wanna get caught!” Benjamin called out to her as he lead his siblings away. “Come on let’s get home and act like nothing happened!” They all agreed and hopped along home.

"But….but…“ Briar Rose watched her siblings leave before she glanced over her shoulder. "But what if the statues break and fall on someone?” She muttered worriedly to herself, she went to follow her siblings only to see out of the corner of her eyes as she turned away from the statue, something dark and inky bubbling from the crack.

But when she looked back the dark ink bubbles were nowhere to be seen. Briar Rose looked around fearfully, she suddenly felt overwhelmed with fear for some reason. She crawled over to the statue on her four paws, like a cat pinning herself low to the ground. She hesitantly reached over with her front paw and patted at the crack, tilting her head. “Huh…that was weird.”

“BRIAR ROSE!”

Briar Rose jumped with shock coursing through her. “Coming big brother!” The little bunny scampered off. This time she didn’t see the dark bubbles swelling to the surface of the crack. Nor did she hear the soft cackles that followed.

“Once again Wasteland would face danger, an old enemy would rise and make itself known. Wasteland needed their heroes Oswald their leader, and my apprentice Mickey Mouse once more, to save the day.

However they won’t be able to do it alone, new heroes will rise up in the face of this calamity. They needed all the help they could get, especially since a certain mouse was feeling under the weather…”

- Yen Sid

{{ Author’s Note: I headcanon the bunny children do have actual names but they all start with B. This is my story and my head canons and I’m not gonna have every poor little bunny child be called Oswald Jr lol. I love Ozzy but…..seriously…just no X’D }}

Your thoughts about this prologue would be appreciated. You can leave them in my ask box, or in the comments below or in my pms!

#Epic Mickey 3 Fanfic #Epic Mickey #Em3 #Fanmade #Mickey Mouse #Oswald The Lucky Rabbit #Walt Disney #Junction Point

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