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get to know➜ leighton price

Basic Information

Full Name: leighton jane price

Nickname(s): toni, lj, lane

Age: 21

Date of Birth: 22nd june, 1999

Hometown: california

Current Location: irvine, orange county

Ethnicity: caucasian/white

Nationality: american

Gender: cisfemale

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: biromantic & bisexual

Religion: agnostic

Occupation: student & part time waitress

Living Arrangements: she shares an apartment in irvine with two roommates.

Language(s) Spoken: english & french

Accent: she doesn’t have a particular distinguishable accent.

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: danielle rose russell

Hair Colour: reddish brown

Eye Colour: light blue

Height: a whoopin’ 5 ft 3 (160cm)

Weight: 53 kg (117 lbs)

Build: curvy

Tattoos: she has two on her fingers. she went to some senior’s house on a random weekend and let him tattoo her because her 17th birthday was nothing like what she wanted it to be and she opted for something different.

Piercings: just her earlobs.

Clothing Style: leighton had always felt the need to cover up, because it was easier than get comments from boys passing by on her ‘tits’. loose fitting sweaters with long skirts, a turtleneck and tights under her cheerleading uniform with no questions asked. but things changed during high school. skirts got shorter and tops became cropped. she actually began to love her body, showing off her cleavage in tight shirts and showing off her legs in daisy mini dresses. you can usually tell what kind of mood she’s in based on her clothing - teeshirt and jean shirts, she’s happy, content. flashy skirts, crop tops that show off her skin? she’s craving attention and adoration, wanting just to be loved as much as she loves those around her.

Usual Expression: something like this.

Distinguishing Characteristics: her eyes.

Health

Physical Ailments: none.

Allergies: lillies. she has a mild allergy to roses but she still likes them. lillies are just torture (it’s not anaphylaxis though).

Sleeping Habits: leighton sleeps better when she has someone with her - she’s a light sleeper, who loves to cuddle and curl up with someone. she gets about an average of 4 hours a night, if that, and usually likes to nap during the afternoon more than she likes to sleep at night. she’s a night owl, staying up until early morning hours instead of sleeping, which means she falls asleep in class all the time and usually crashes after just to wake up in time for dinner. to try and help her sleep, she has a multitude of CDs she’s cultivated, but really she sleeps better when she’s just with someone.

Eating Habits: when she's at her parents' she eats the organic and healthy stuff her mom brings home, otherwise she binges on everything that has at least 3,000 calories per bite. so it’s either snacking, or eating no food at all. leighton usually doesn’t eat full meals.

Emotional Stability: 5.5. leighton’s already quite fragile emotional stability deteriorated after nat’s disappearance. her composure hangs by a single fraying thread. everywhere she goes, she sees her in the empty spaces she’s left behind: their secret spot just outside the cafe they’ll go to for when the world was too big; her bedroom where they would spend hours doing each other’s hair and trying on her mother’s clothes. the empty space inside her heart. leighton falls apart in private because no one has to know: she wants to hold the shreds of her self-control together just long enough to release them in absolute solitude.

Sociability: leighton is a bit of social butterfly but she also loves her alone time. up to before nat’s disappearance, leighton loved spending time with the rest of the group. the girls especially, laying on the pavement of nat’s street, looking up at the stars in the middle of the night with slushies in their hands and tossing m&ms into each others mouths. nowadays she prefers spending time in her old tree house, scribbling in journals. or in her picture window in the living room, with a glass of lemonade and her music and a good book.

Body Temperature: hot-natured.

Addictions: love, does it count?

Drug Use: lord, save me, my drug is my baby I'd be usin' for the rest of my life she smokes cigarrettes frequently. the weed she gets is mostly from her friends but she’s not a compulsive user.

Alcohol Use: she drinks sometimes but is far from being an alcoholic.

Personality

Label: the guilty.

Positive Traits: affectionate, dynamic, emotional, passionate, reliable

Negative Traits: clingy, cynical, flirtatious, impulsive, jealous.

Goals/Desires: leighton doesn't really do ambition or planning and she doesn’t really need some sort of extravagant 10 year plan either. she got into psychology due to her mother’s wishes but it’s not something she sees herself doing in the future. so far, it’s the waitressing job she works on evenings and weekends to earn herself some spending money which brings her far more fulfillment than any extracurricular activity ever will.

Fears: leighton definitely hates centipedes. they have way too many legs. and she’s not overly fond of the dark, or the quiet - she usually falls asleep with music and christmas lights on, or sometimes watching something on her computer if she’s that desperate for distraction. her real big theoretical psychoanalysis fear is definitely being alone, though. she does not like to be alone, ever. and she’s afraid that one day everyone’s going to leave her because of something stupid, reckless and impulsive she did.

Hobbies: camping, photography, dancing, yoga, board games, swimming, scrolling through social media, people watching.

Habits: interrupting, chewing the ends of pens, talking to herself, snacking between meals, singing to herself, eye rolling, putting her feet up on tables, peeling off bottle labels.

Favourites

Weather: summer. leighton love(d) group nights. driving 45 minutes to the closest drive in theater that only shows movies from the 1990s. throwing popcorn into the guys' hair, laying across her friends laps, the sweet scent of drugs floating through the air. bonfires at a different house every weekend, beer cans littering the lawn and the taste of vodka sticky on her tongue until she passes out in the warmth of the firepit.

Colour: red, because she sees so many red flags in a relationships it’s now became her favorite color. also green, because it’s such a statement color. in all honestly, anything bright/pastel are her faves.

Music: leighton has three alternating shower playlists depending on her mood - #girlpower, for when she needs to get pumped/energized, sad sad sad songs, for obvious reasons, and bop to the top for when she just wants a good collection of ( primarily 90s ) bops to sing along to for a while. her playlist is a bit of whatever, really: all time low, halsey, maroon 5, ed sheeran, tswift, dave not dave, ke$ha, shawn mendes, ariana grande, justin timberlake.

Movies: clueless, leap year, 10 things i hate about you, easy a, mamma mia, bend it like beckham, four weddings and a funeral. basically, cheesy romcoms and christmas movies are the way to her heart.

Sport: she was in the cheerteam in high school and also played baseball.

Beverage: blue slushies.

Food: junior mints, mac & cheese - preferably the kind with the bread crumbs on top. it’s her favorite.

Animal: meerkats. because of their playful and curious nature.

Family

Father: robert price, 48yo, veterinarian. [fc: ethan hawke]

Mother: virginia binoche-price, 45yo, art teacher. [fc: gillian jacobs]

Sibling(s): jacqueline price, 25 yo. actress. [fc: alycia debnam-carey] jackie moved to hollywood when leighton was 13 to follow her dreams of becoming an actress. she took every modeling job or commercial she could get to make a name for herself. she went to all the places till she finally ended up in new york city and tried to talk to anyone she could that would get her where she needed to go. she was living (and partying) pay-check to pay-check. when she fell pregnant, she didn’t know who the father was. leighton’s parents aren’t aware they have a grandchild and it’s something the price sisters keep in secret. they haven’t seen each other in years and while it isn’t the most perfect sibling relationship, they remain close. jackie offered leigthon a chance to move in with her when she heard about what happened with nat.

Children: none. although she does want kids in the future.

Pet(s): none. her parents didn’t think she was responsible enough to take care of one. she loves dogs, however.

Family’s Financial Status: middle to upper class.

Extra

Zodiac Sign: cancer. “cancer natives have a strong survival instinct. they are protective of those they care about, and of themselves too. they are often quite reticent about sharing their inner selves to the rest of the world, and are often caught up in reminisce. cancer is a very sensitive sign, and they don’t always appreciate it when you are blunt with them. their reactions to hurt will depend on how thick a shell they have developed. most cancers react by withdrawing or retreating. some have developed an ability to manipulate others to get what they want. they avoid direct confrontations almost as a rule.”

MBTI: the campaigner. “curious, observant, energetic and enthusiastic, popular & friendly. on the downside, they have poor practical skills, they tend to overthink things and they're highly emotional.”

Enneagram: type 2: the giver. “a strong sense of meaning, acknowledgment from loved ones, and emotional intimacy with others are givers’ grounding principles. twos want to feel loved and appreciated, which motivates them to express love toward others in their words and actions.”

Temperament: sanguine. “playful and impulsive. they are constantly active and always optimistic. they have a good sense of humor, are entertaining and easily amused. they are also expressive and affectionate. they are comfortable to talk to and get to know. they are extremely friendly, talkative, and social. sanguine temperaments are also highly emotive. if they think it or feel it, they will say it. they have no filter. their hyperactivity often leads to forgetfulness and being disorganized. this temperament type is extremely competitive.”

Hogwarts House: gryffindor. loyal, brave, courageous, daring, adventurous, chivalrous.

Moral Alignment: chaotic neutral. “an individualist who follows their own heart and generally shirks rules and traditions. although chaotic neutral characters promote the ideals of freedom, it is their own freedom that comes first; good and evil come second to their need to be free.”

Primary Vice: greed. “love makes you greedy. it is like a treasure chamber which is filled with rubies, trophies, gold coins and many more valuable things which all blind you with their glow of greed. they fog up your mind and make your heart beat faster. the only thing that fog allows through is greediness. your mind tells your heart that all it needs is that one thing but if that thing can’t be reached it tries to fulfill that big need with small things. all the things you don’t need, all the things that are materialistic and that are unnecessary to feel happy.”

Primary Virtue: hope. “being a combination of the desire for something and expectation of receiving it, the virtue is hoping for divine union and so eternal happiness. while faith is a function of the intellect, hope is an act of the will.”

Element: air. positive and inspiring, change quickly and are adaptable by nature. mentally intuitive and mentally active with a good memory; intellectual; analyzing; perfectionist in certain areas; always thinking about something; may seem rather psychopathic if they are absorbed and fanatical in their interests in specific issues;specific; controlling; thrifty; devoted and loyal.

#butterflies.task #一✧ ❪ 𝓁𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑜𝓃︱𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 ❫

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cobaltcaster · 4 years ago

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Creating a Magickal Atmosphere

Within this post is a comprehensive check list of creating the right atmosphere

[[ Click Here for Part 1. Preparing for Your Spell ]]

Here are the individual links if you’d like to take it step by step.

Magickal Enchantments [[ Food, Clothing, Music ]]

Magickal Tools [[ Candles ]]

Incense and Fragrances

Crystals and Gemstones

Element Water

Additional Magickal Tools

Personal Altars

If you’re ready for a medium read then let us begin!

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Magickal Enchantments

Food and Beverage

Three simple words: Keep it light! A spell on a full stomach is not recommended. A heavy meal can leave you sleepy or uncomfortable. Avoid meat the day of your spell, if you can. Stick with fruits and vegetables as much as possible. Fish ----- baked, but not fried or in a heavy sauce----- is a good option. Wait at least two hours after eating to begin your spell.

Try to avoid caffeinated or carbonated beverages; distilled water is an excellent choice because the impurities have been removed. A cup of caffeine-free herbal tea is soothing and relaxing. Try a blend of chamomile and passionflower. Although some of the spells include type of wine or fruit juice during the actual spell, do not take it to extremes.

Clothing As with food and drink, here, too, three simple words apply: natural, loose, and clean. One hundred percent cotton is a wise choice. A loose white gauze garment is nonrestricting and gives you a sense of cleanliness and purity. Some individuals enjoy taking the time to find certain color garments for special spells. The same colors listed in the candle color chart ( click here ) can be use for clothing as well.

If you do not have a cotton garment, choose something as close as possible, like a cotton blend. Comfort is important; Tight jeans and belts do not allow your body to relax. However, wear jeans if they are the most comfortable thing you own ----- and most jeans are 100 percent cotton. If you are in a private place, you may decide to just wear a robe, towel, or oversized t-shirt. You may even opt for nudity. The choice is yours.

Before you get dressed, make every ever to take a bath or shower. Start fresh and clean. Think as you are showering or bathing that you are washing any negative energy off your body. A bath is an excellent idea, especially if you use music and candlelight.

If you're doing a group spell, bathe or shower before leaving the house or before the group arrives. If you can't shower, at least wash your hands and face. If you can wash your feet, that's even better. If water is not available, shake your hands and visualized negativity being removed.

Music

Music has the ability to create a sense of peace ----- providing it's the right music.

By virtue of the fact you are reading this book, I feel safe in saying you most likely are a seeker of peace and well-being. And all likelihood, you already have in your possession music that soothes you. Slow classical music or New Age music seems to be the most popular. Drumming and chanting recordings are also something to consider. Nature tapes offering gentle background music can be found in most department or music stores.

After purchasing any new tape or CD, listen to the entire recording befor e using it for spell work. The first two selections may be ideal, but if song number three goes up thirty decibels and a wolf starts howling, it could send you crashing down from your altered state.

If you have the time, visit your local music or New Age store. Most provide headsets and demonstration tapes that give you the opportunity to listen before you buy. The recording you choose should be long enough to last your entire spell.

Music that suddenly stops in the middle of a ceremony will also break the mood. If you have no choice and you must turn a tape over, at the very least have your sound system close to you so you do not have to leave your spell area. Music is the sound of the soul: If you can include it in your rituals, all the better.

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Magickal Tools

Any tangible item used for ritual can be considered a magickal tool as long as it means something special to you. The creative part of our brain works in symbols, so it makes sense to use symbols as a way to conduct creative magick. You probably already have magickal tools and may not even recognize them. It may be your favorite picture that makes you "feel good" upon merely looking at it, that special coin that a relative gave you when you were a child, or a favorite pen you've had for years.

Candles

Candles bring light into our lives ----- both literally and symbolically. They chase away the darkness and allowed new projects, thoughts, and relationships to emerge. Lighting candles before a spell can create very powerful energy.

Candles also represent the three levels in which we exist. The wax corresponds to our physical body, the wick to our mind, and the flame to our soul or spirit.

Candles come in a myriad of colors, shapes, and sizes. Some are scented, some unscented. For our purposes, shape and scent ( or lack thereof ) are unimportant. Do give some consideration to the size of your candle. If you deem your spell will take an hour, don't light a candle that burns for only thirty minutes.

Color is a significant part of what candle burning is all about. Different colors represent different vibrations. As the candle burns, the vibration of that color is red. Refer to the color chart to clarify which color best suits your needs. You may use just one candle or a combination.

If you don't have any idea color available, use white. When burning a white candle, pay attention to the smoke. When it starts to smoke, negative energy is being cleansed from that area. When the smoke subsides, the energy in that area is cleanse and clear.

Take caution in purchasing a white candle that is too inexpensive. Inexpensive white candles smoke too readily and can confuse you. However, I would also not advise going to the extreme and looking for top-of-the-line candles. Use common sense and buy moderately. When working with candles, always use caution and do not leave them unattended.

Candle Color Interpretation

WHITE Purity, power, newness, spells, healing, peace, and psychic skills. White will intensify the effect of any color candle it is used with.

BLACK Removal of negative energy; not a color of evil or negativity. Release and banish.

BLUE Peace, tranquility, protection, fidelity, astral projection.

BROWN Protection for the household; telepathy, stability.

SILVER Neutralizer of negative energy or forces.

GREEN Prosperity, money, success; counteracts jealousy, ambition.

ORANGE Provides additional energy needed for work or other endeavors; promotes order, control over the self.

PINK Love, friendship, romance, affection, giving.

PURPLE Intuition, psychic pursuits, power and independence, wisdom.

RED Fertility, physical strength, sexual passion, courage.

YELLOW Well-being, self-esteem, attraction, glamour, action.

As mentioned earlier, this chart can be used as a guide for making clothing color choices.

In my experience, people have either love incense or they have an aversion to it.

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Incense and Fragrance

Incense also comes in different sizes, shapes, and forms. Some types of incense are already labeled with names reflecting the effects they hope to achieve: There is stress-relieving incense, energy incense, love incense, and so on.

Some people prefer to burn potpourri or oils. One of the purposes of incense in these particular rituals is to bring you into an altered state of consciousness in the most peaceful way possible. If the smell of sage or sandalwood calms you, use it. But if your sinuses say no, give them respect.

Don't get caught up in what others have decided is the best aroma for you. For example, studies have shown citrus fragrances promote energy, and the smell of lilac can calm us. But don't force yourself to inhale a scent if you don't care for simply because the label states "incense for romance." Always buy what you enjoy.

Experimenting with new aromas is also fun. Most incense is inexpensive and sometimes sold by the stick. One thing to be careful of: If you are going to do a spell inside or in a small area, try your new purchase out prior to its actual use. Otherwise, you may be subject to a disagreeable smell for hours, if not days. Incense can take a while to dissipate and may linger in the air for a long period of time.

Here are some recommended sense and herbs you may want to try that correspond to a certain magickal work. Remember: These are only suggestions and not a must.

👤 Health Bay, Carnation, Cedar, Eucalyptus, Juniper, Lavender, Lemon Balm, Myrrh, Pine, Sage, Sandalwood, Thyme 💞 Love Apple, Musk, Rose, Ambergris, Basil, Cinnamon, Chamomile, Dragon's Blood, Jasmine, Lemongrass, Patchouli, Peppermint 📠 Career \ Job Vanilla, Allspice, Cloves, Nutmeg, Pine, Wisteria, Heliotrope, Spruce, Sage, Mint, Honeysuckle, Cedar, Bayberry 🌹 Women's Issues Musk, Orange, Hyacinth, Myrrh, Pine, Rose 🐯 Men's Issues Musk, Cedar, Jasmine 🌅 Spirituality Frankincense, Heliotrope, Jasmine, Sweetgrass, Gardenia, Pine, Sage, Violet, Sandalwood, Rose

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Crystals and Gemstones

Crystals bring life to our quartz watches. They receive and transmit radio waves. Without quartz crystals, the computer age would never have happened: They are what make up integrated circuits and electronic chips.

The power of crystals go far beyond the products we have derived from them. They are important tools in magick, having the ability to focus and direct energy to a specific intention. Some say they have healing powers, mentally, physically, and spiritually.

Many other stones also have special energy that can assist in your spells. For a quick reference, I’ve listed a few below. But this is a huge area of exploration. If you want to know more, your local bookstore or library will certainly contain numerous books on the subject.

Gem Stone Qualities

A special note about quartz crystals: These stones are available in nature stores, gem shops, and most New Age gift stores in rough or polished form. You need not spend more than a few dollars on your crystals. Start with something small, and go to a larger size if you feel it's necessary. If you are unsure of which is the best stone to intensify your spells, use a clear quartz crystal. Clear quartz crystal stimulates healing, balances the elements to fulfill us and make us whole. Aids psychic development. Amethyst a very powerful spell stone. Psychics and healers have used its curative properties for years. Helpful in dispelling anger and anxiety, aids in feeling less scattered. Carnelian often called the stone of good luck. Said to purify the blood, stimulate sexual emotions, and aid in sexual function. Lapis lazuli draws love to us. It is also reputed to be effective in healing headaches, high blood pressure, depression, insomnia, and other such ailments. Malachite increases energy, is connected to change and creativeness. The Egyptians wore crushed malachite as eye shadow to guard against the evil eye. Moonstone is said to be a stone of magic. It increases psychic abilities and is used widely for spell rituals. Astral projection is accelerated when using a moonstone. Rose quartz also known as the love stone. A stone and that deals with the energy of all the emotions. Turquoise builds strength, provides protection. It is a sacred stone to the Native Americans. It is a protective stone for horses and their riders. In Arabia it is a stone of meditation. It has equality of absorbing negative energy. When purchasing, carefully touch the crystals at the store. A stone chooses you, you don't choose it. It would just “feel good” to you, having something the others don't possess. Use your gut feeling ----- which is your intuition talking to you.

Charging Your Crystal

Once you find your crystal, it needs to be "cleared, charged, and programmed." Cleanse it of a past owner’s energy and \ or the energy that has been placed on it by individuals examining it by washing it in cold water or letting it sit in a bowl of water.

Next, use the Moon to charge the crystal. Place it overnight in view of one of the phases listed below:

New Moon a crystal charged in this phase specifically offers energy that supports new beginnings, confidence, hope, and specifically anything of increase. Full Moon a crystal charged in this phase brings power to support anything you want to achieve. This is actually the best all-around phase to utilize.

Once you have cleared and charged your crystal the last step is to program it. Hold it in your hand, and focus on the vibrational energy you are looking for to accomplish your goal. Visualize your final goal, but not the way you think you're going to get there.

For example: if you want to lose twenty pounds, see yourself on the scale twenty pounds thinner. Don't try to analyze the way it will come about. This is best left to your higher power to solve.

If you choose, you can program any of your other gemstones as well.

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Element Water

Throughout the spells you will see the use of what I refer to as element water. Element water is basically water that has been charged to help you do magick during a thunderstorm.

It represents fire, earth, air, and water, a forceful mix of elements at their highest potency. Lightning represents fire, which corresponds to power, energy, magick, and lust. Thunder represents air, which corresponds to spirituality, health, and knowledge. The strength of the storm represents earth, which corresponds to nature, being grounded, wisdom, and all things material. The rain itself represents water, which corresponds to emotions, reflection, love, creativity, and purification.

How to Make Element Water

Basically you are collecting rainwater with intention. First you will need a container to collect the water. I have used glass, plastic, clay pottery, and almost any type of container one can use, and I have seen no difference. You may feel a natural material is better or something you feel special has more impact. If these are your thoughts, then seek a special container. I personally use two or three chalices.

The important thing is that the container is new or extremely cleaned, having been sterilized in a dishwasher or by boiling if is made of glass. If the container is new, still clean it to remove energies from other people who may have handled it. Because thunderstorms are not all that common, I recommend obtaining as much water as possible so you will always have some on hand.

If you know that a storm is approaching, take your container and place it in a spot where it will collect water. Some people always leave a container outside just in case, and others only place one out when they are almost certain storm is near.

After the storm and your water has been collected, you should invoke a "hand blessing." Place both hands above the container with your palms facing down and say, "Bless this water. May it empower my intentions."

Now, transfer your element water into a practical container for later use if you are not going to use it immediately. A glass or plastic jug or bottle with a lid is a good choice.

The water is not limited to use only during rituals. It can also be used to bless something. Feel free to separate your water into smaller bottles for traveling or even to give a small bottle to a friend. It is a perfect gift for someone who is like-minded because it comes from nature and you have put your personal energy into it with good thoughts and well-wishes.

Around the holidays, I take element water and put it in tiny plastic containers with little labels that read, “Element Water.” I then tie ribbons around the necks of the containers and give them to special friends in case they want to bless something. I use element water to bless my car, computer, office, home, and the cat next door!

Special Notes

Element water will only be powerful when rain, lightning, and thunder are all present. An average rain will not do.

Do not use water that flows from a gutter! It may seem to be a very easy solution, especially if you want a large amount quickly. However, the fact is the rainwater being channeled through the gutter is not as pure as water coming directly from the sky because it has picked up debris.

Do not be concerned about pollution in the air when gathering water. Your blessing over the water purifies it.

Do not drink the water, as it is not meant for your inner body.

If you are not in an area where you are able to collect water, ask a friend to do it for you. However, you must conduct the “hand blessing” once it is in your possession.

Be cautious in thunderstorms and do not go out when lightning is about. For safety reasons, wait till the storm is over to bring your collected water inside.

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Additional Magickal Tools

Other magickal tools mentioned in spells will include the following. Feel free to substitute what is available or what works for you.

Wand or knife: Sword, athame, letter opener, or any type of wand or long crystal. Any pointed object that extends as a pointer will work. One can purchase decorative wands displaying gemstones and crystals in New Age gift stores, fantasy stores, or through Internet Web sites. A double-edged knife is also available through the same sources. Fire burning container: Iron pot, mini-chiminera ( small Mexican fireplace ), ashtray, metal trash can, cauldron. Anything that can contain a piece of paper being burned within a safe vessel. Special drinking glass: Any container that can hold wine or grape juice: wine glass, cup, bowl, chalice, or favorite goblet. Optional tools:

Flowers and fruit

Religious statues or holy cards

Tarot cards or Runes ( or other methods for telling future events; psychic forms divination )

Pendulum ( Click here for information on making decisions using a pendulum )

Pentacle or pentagram symbol ( The pentacle is a five pointed star with lines connecting with a circle encompassing it. A pentagram is the same five point star but has no circle. This symbol represents the elements earth, air, fire, water, and what is sometimes known as the fifth element, spirit. A pentacle or pentagram can also represent the human body with legs and arms outstretched. This symbol is often used in rituals as a form of protection while the ritual is underway. The star should always be in an upright position. The reverse is considered to be negative.)

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Cross ----- any kind ( The universal symbol of a cross represents the bringing together of multiple dualities into a single whole. It can represent human form with extended arms, as well as crossroads in your life. Crosses have numerous religious and spiritual meanings.)

Bells ( A bell can be rung to invoke universal powers and note the beginning of a ritual. Some people use bells as a form of protection to keep evil away. )

Who knows what contains magic and love for each individual? But I do know if you have such items, you should hold them dear and use them to assist you.

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Personal Altars

To have a personal altar is by no means a requirements for doing spell work, but it is an excellent place in which to keep your magical tools and to worship whomever you choose. Use it not only as a storage for these special items but also has a place to pray, meditate, and to receive answers from your higher self.

An altar can be any area that is flat. It can be a separate small table or any action on your dresser. The top of a large sound speaker could be used; a bookshelf or two cement block with a piece of wood laid across them would do. Once again, you get to be creative.

You may not want to have a permanent altar but prefer to set up a temporary one just for your spell use. Your altar can typically would display items such as candles, incense, wands, knives, gemstones, statues, chalices, element or holy water, and anything else you would use as a special component that had spiritual and enchanting properties. I do not feel there is any special way to set up an altar. Moving things around until it looks and feels right to you.

An outside altar is also a lovely thing to create if possible. It can be built near a favorite tree using stones and bricks. You may construct a special table outside made of wood. To make it easier, use a tree stump or a rock that is fairly level.

When fashioning an altar, try to stay away from the use of too much metal. Natural materials are always the best. However, if your only choice is an altar containing a lot of metal, tried to cover it. Use a natural fabric or put a piece of wood over it. Try to keep things natural.

As for the direction to face your altar, there are many schools of thought. Some suggest facing north because it is the most grounded direction. Others will recommend facing the altar east because it is the direction the Sun and Moon rise. Each direction has a special meaning and place. Therefore, I feel you should put it anywhere in which it is practical.

I have seen rolling altars, where people have made altars on the top of units that have wheels so they can roll through a room to face the direction they feel it needs to face for a particular spell or meditation. A rolling altar can also be kept out of the way in a closet if you are pressed for space.

Altars are extremely personal, as well as very interesting, and there is no right or wrong way in which to set up this area of sacred items.

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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GRAVITY (Branjie) - Lyonne-dlm & Saiphl

Grav·i·ty /ˈɡravədē/ The force that attracts a body toward the center of the earth, or toward any other physical body having mass. syn.: attraction, attracting force, downward force, pull, weight, heaviness “GRAVITY ATTRACTS OBJECTS TOWARD EACH OTHER.”

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So we are back, back, back again.

Now jumping into the Branjie train with the beginning of a slow burn collection of how Brock and Vanessa started dancing together and never stopped doing it.

We hope you enjoy the first part of the ride.

We want to thank MistressAQ for the beautiful work she did by editing and suggesting for this project.

Also, we wanted to share the song that inspired the idea of this fic. We tried to describe a bit how this happens, but we’re adding the reference so you can picture the whole routine together.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emTePWNepkk

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GRAVITY

Juilliard was a mean environment, if anyone wasn’t able to reach perfection, then that was not the place one should be. They both knew that was their last chance. Neither of them really eager to work together.

Vanessa knew she was good, at least good enough to keep her scholarship. Her notes were an impressive parade of congratulations and high distinctions. Except for the one she feared the most, the class that gave her a reputation among fellow students as “the girl who burns dance partners.” With each year her options dwindled and now, in what must be a cruel joke of destiny, she was trapped in an incredibly complex piece with the only dance partner that she could happily throw down the stairs. Both the proverbial and physical ones.

Brock knew the teacher made him dance with her because he was good enough to mitigate the “Vanjie Effect,” but also to break him out of the comfort zone he and his twin sister built around them. He heard for years now the teachers saying “your technique is impeccable Brock, but I feel nothing when I see you dance with Lynn, you seem to be disconnected.” He was screwed, it was too late in the year to find a partner with the technical quality to match his. The only possible partner available, was the one he feared the most. The girl who was literally unable to dance with a partner.

They’ve been working together for the last month and a half. First learning to understand each other, and then, to put up a complex choreography to get the final note for their Pas de Deux class. Truth to be told, they weren’t bad together. They were actually amazing, as if they were born to do that exactly: dance together. What was the real burden, was they had a hell of an attitude issue to each other. Vanessa really enjoyed teasing him, and Brock was more than pleased to piss her off.

They were running one last rehearsal before the actual performance. They’ve been locked in a studio for the last three hours. Vanessa was tired and in need of anything that could raise her blood sugar. Brock, as every other day, was being an ass.

“Seriously Vanessa, I’m not going to fail this course because you can’t jump,” he said, turning to take the remote and stop the music.

“You know I can jump, but I need to have something to eat, otherwise I’ll faint,” she clapped back. Maybe if she had something to eat, she could be less cringy.

“You’re weak.” He said, looking at her reflection on the mirror.

“And you’re an asshole.” She slid gracefully to his side just to put her hand on his shoulder, knowing he wouldn’t like it.

“Let’s do it again, from the top… and you have to make that jump work.” Brock took Vanessa’s hand as if it was infected and tossed it away in disgust.

The music started again. Brock took his position laying on the floor and took a deep breath, counting in compasses. His long body in full display, the defined lines of each muscle showing with the motion. Vanessa exhaled, she hadn’t noticed she has been holding her breath. Vanessa took two graceful steps, bending to blow lightly on his back. His arms, in one fluid motion, are thrown in the air to find her. Their fingers intertwined in one hand, the other Brock had working as support to make her fly above his head.

Vanessa landed on the tip of her toes while he fell to her feet, as practiced. There was something incredibly sensual about that movement, something that made her feel powerful, invincible. He turned up looking for her, a sense of loss on his face. That is, until her hand brushed his bicep while passing by. Brock shivers… and doesn’t understand why. That girl is frustrating, loud, and impossible, but each time they dance, it’s like the world stopped around them, just to see them gravitate to each other.

They’re almost two minutes into the six minute routine when he has to lift her up again. Except this time Vanessa’s ankle doesn’t support her enough to jump and they both fall.

“Fuck! I told you, YOU-HAVE-TO-JUMP-VANESSA!” Brock says, giving his back to her, assessing with practiced ease the motions of his left arm, which held most of the impact of his fall. He gets back on his feet, oblivious to the girl still struggling on the floor, assessing the state of her ankle.

Vanessa bit her lower lip while doing tentative circles with the sore ankle, relieved at being able to move it, otherwise she’ll fail the class by default. A slight taste of blood floods her mouth, she’s been so tense that her body was tired and wasn’t responding as she needed. One last turn to the ankle, a contorted face and a strangled moan, the one that makes him turn to her.

“Are you ok?” Brock asked dryly, finally looking at her and leaning to check if she needed some help.

Vanessa tossed loose hair out of her face. “I am… let’s do this, at least one single time has to be right.” She stands by herself, barely suppressing the sting of pain pulsing on her foot. “One more time Mr. Brightside, then I’ll go get something to eat.” She said, drawing a couple more circles with the tip of her hurting foot and supporting her weight, assessing her possibilities.

“Ok, just jump this time right? I’ll do the rest.” He walked towards her and she seemed to realize how close they were, so she lightly slapped him away. She started walking to her spot. Brock stared at her, unable to keep himself from holding the stubborn girl again while she stumbled back to her starting position. “Do not force yourself Vanessa, we have to do this in front of the jury in few hours, I don’t need you making me fail.”

Vanessa hissed, half from the pain, and half resisting temptation to slap his face. She was nervous too, her scholarship and permanence at Juilliard depended on this performance, and of course, Brock Hytes wouldn’t make it easy for her. “Shut up and play the music… I’m fucking starving.” Brock shrugged turning to the stereo, muttering unintelligible things. He went back to lay on the floor, this time with eyes wide open in case his dance partner fell.

The music filled the tense silence between them, both easily engaging on the fantasy of the choreography. Electricity running down their bodies while the light brushing of their limbs. The steady support of his arms, the natural playfulness of her body, all of it melting in a perfect symphony of fluidity and sensuality. On that soft moment, when they looked into each other’s eyes, there it was, the weird connection that made them fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. Vanessa shivered and Brock stumbled, cursing under his breath. Unavoidably and still dancing, she gravitated to him, taking his time to recover the rhythm.

Brock lifted her up; she felt light as a feather. She was light as a feather. He started spinning, holding her steady by the waist, hungry for the sensation of her hands on his cheek. Longing to get lost on every trace of her chocolate eyes. Detailing all the little things he could see inside, the light green freckles in the iris, and how the white light reflected their color in sparkles of golden. Landing her once more, he regretted letting her go, and she suddenly felt cold without the shield of his lean body.

They kept dancing until the last part of the song came. The little move at the end when they both held hands just to lay them on her cheek. The intensity of the moment was unbearable. He knew he had to step away, to come apart from her, but his feet seemed to be glued to the floor. Vanessa looked at him, confused, still unwilling to be the first to lose his baby blue eyes from sight. He took a deep breath and not even thinking, he leaned and kissed her. It was gentle, soft and unexpected. It was tender but still full of desire and lust.

Vanessa snapped from the moment, breaking all contact, and slapping his face as hard as she could. “What the fuck are you doing you moron?!” She hit his chest with a tightly closed fist. “Do you think this is a joke? my whole life depends on this number and you decide to play the fool?!”

Brock stared at her, wounded and confused. “Now it’s my fault?”

“Yes, it is… you kissed me idiot, YOU FUCKING KISSED ME! this can’t happen on the performance!” She yelled to mask the fact she was about to cry.

“Then fuck you Banjie girl, for once in all your life someone finds you slightly interesting and you react like if you were punched in the gut.” He said, regretting almost immediately the sarcastic tone of his words.

“Well, fuck you then, and you better control yourself on the final performance. I twisted my ankle because you didn’t lift me, and will have to work double if you plan to screw my work.” She went to the stereo to recover her CD. “You better be on time for the performance, or I swear I’ll skin you alive.”

“As if you were good enough to make it up without me.” The bile rising through his throat with those words, he knew he was being unfair. He couldn’t help it. His face felt hot, and not just where she’d hit him. “Better you get that fucking ankle good for the performance, I won’t cover your ass if you stumble.”

“FUCK YOU HYTES!” And with those last words, he heard the door of the studio slam shut. Brock screamed in frustration before he picked his things up and left the place.

The performance was going to be a fucking circus.

Vanessa ran to the nearest place where she could be by herself for a bit. She locked herself in a stall of the dance studio’s empty bathroom. Agitated and confused, she tried to regain composure. Inhale… exhale… inhale… exhale. As her heartbeat diminished, she recalled the scene. The music, the choreo, the moment they got lost on each other. The tension always dense between them getting thicker which each movement. The deepness of his eyes capturing her whole attention and then, the kiss. A kiss she didn’t know she craved, but didn’t know what to do with once she got it.

Her ankle shooting in pain for the speed of her run on the hallway. “Fuck you Brock… fuck you”, she muttered, not knowing at all if her anger came from of him kissing her, or the fact that she wanted more. She wanted much more. Reflexively she put her hurting limb over her other knee, massaging and moving the ankle with a hiss.

Brock was a distraction, a huge one, and if he insisted to do things like that , he would become even more of a problem. She didn’t understand at all how to feel about him, about her thinking of him or about what to do with that damned kiss. Frustrated, she just punched the door of the stall with a very tight fist. “Damn it!” she cursed when the pain reverberated through her whole arm, tears sliding down her cheek.

“Great… like, great now I’ll have to cope with this too…” she said, assessing now her hand and knuckles. Going to the mirrors and looking at her messed up self, she started the sink and cleaned her tear stained face “You need to get this together Vanessa.”

Brock was a whole other story, he couldn’t tell he was mad, he was just confused and kind of aroused. One thing he came to know, was that Vanessa made him nuts. Her loud unnerving self and the natural way she cursed, like it was a part of her; something that made him beyond curious. After the first week working with her, he realized that her biggest trouble was a clear inability to follow instructions. Brock grunted in frustration; he’d been paying more attention than intended in the last weeks, and finding himself aroused after her slapping him was truly fucked up.

He didn’t know what she was doing to him but damn that girl had an effect on him.

Before he could even notice, he had walked the distance between the school and Central Park. Obfuscated he adjusted his bag strap to his back and started jogging. Nothing cleared his mind better than doing some physical activity. “First of all… she’s obnoxious” he said to himself between rhythmic breathings. “Obnoxious, loud and vulgar”, he added with a huff. Knowing by the word what would his sister, Lynn say, he could clearly hear her voice in his head, reminding him: “and you like it, so stop being a prick.” He sped up, shaking his head both to clear his mind, and to answer to his thought. ”You like her loud mouth” a soft smile spreaded on his lips. “Ok… supposing I like her loud mouth, that doesn’t help she curses like a sailor,” he said under his breath, now trotting to the lake.

“You have to admit it’s charming when she does it,” Lynn’s voice said, he nodded in response. Reaching the shore of the lake, he sat by the water, finding a fallen branch to play with. “It’s charming, and she makes me feel like I can be me around her. I don’t have to worry about what I say or how to behave, she just let me be.”

That simple admission was comforting, he had never liked the way they have to be chivalrous around all the other girls. Vanessa was frantic and direct, and she never feared to speak her mind out loud. “Well dude, that’s a start, and you can’t deny she’s hot”, he laughed, truth to be told, Vanessa was good looking and the natural curves she had, accentuated by her years dancing made her such a sight for sore eyes. “Yeah, she is hot…” he said, inhaling deeply with images of her delicate frame dancing on his mind. “So… you wanted to kiss her.”

Brock lowered his face, which was turning beet red. “Yes… No… Fuck!” The voice in his head laughed again. ”You want her so bad It’s driving you crazy,” he grunted again, one thing was admitting to himself he liked the girl, and another totally different to say out loud he wanted her. His hands started buzzing with the memory of holding her tiny waist, “Guess I’m screwed” he sighed, clapping his hands together to mitigate the buzzing. “Why? she reciprocated the kiss”, Lynn’s voice nagged. “All you have to do is ask, if you dare to, of course.”

He rolled his eyes, the sensation of Vanessa’s slap on his cheek still fresh. “If you don’t remember, she slapped me. There’s your answer.” The bitterness in his voice crystal clear, he had never been rejected by anyone, and Vanessa just made very clear that she didn’t want him. Those last words, making his head shut up. The beeping of his watch snapping him back to reality made him jump. Brock quickly stood up, leaving the pointy branch he had been playing with forgotten on the grass. He ran back to the school.

Vanessa was sitting on the bench outside the studio, swollen hand holding the CD, makeup freshly done, and an ankle brace holding her ill foot. She was a nervous mess, and the fact that they were supposed to perform in five minutes and Brock was nowhere to be seen getting her snappy. Brock sprinted to her, his hair slightly damp from the shower. “I’m sorry I’m late, last minute complications.”

Vanessa looked at him, radiating anger. “Look who finally decided to show up… they’ve asked for you and I had to tell them you were on your way” she said dryly. “You better not fuck this up. If I get expelled because of you, I hope you had your last prayers.”

Brock huffed. “Listen Vanessa, could we please try to do this and leave whatever happened outside?” He pressed the bridge of his nose, trying his best to keep himself chill. She nodded in response, rising to her feet. “Just remember to jump and everything will be fine.”

Vanessa punched him in the shoulder, immediately hissing in pain. “Fuck you Brock… FUCK YOU!”

“Let’s just get this shit show going.” He bent to pick up the CD that fell from her hand. In that moment the door opened for someone to call the both of them inside. The teacher looked puzzled watching while they entered without even looking at each other.

Brock gave the music to the teacher and then joined Vanessa on the dance floor. He laid on the floor taking a deep breath, counting until the music started. In that moment, just like it had in rehearsal, everything faded around them, the music and the choreography flowing harmoniously between them, each motion precise and on point. The soft touches and the eye contact yelling all the apologies they couldn’t tell. When the moment came, Vanessa jumped effortlessly, trusting blindly on the firm grip of Brock in her hands.

He felt like he was high. High on adrenaline and the green apple scent radiating from Vanessa’s body. She felt like she could fly. For a moment, when he was holding her up above his body on the floor, she could picture memories of home, the place where she felt safe and sound. Gravity was non-existent for a second. One last jump, the one when he took her to spin around looking to each other’s eyes and he pictured himself looking at those eyes for the rest of his life. He put her back on the floor, intensely lost in her eyes, a sudden sadness taking over his when their intertwined hands laid them on her cheek. When he stepped away, an overwhelming longing spreaded through her, stretching her left arm to uselessly try to reach him and finally falling to the floor all curled over herself. She didn’t know why, but started crying. Then the music ended.

The teachers’ applause brought them back to the moment, when Brock approached to her stretching his hand to lift her up. He saw the tears in her eyes and made her turn to bring her close to him, giving some time to wipe the few tears that fell down her cheek. He pulled her close to his chest, making her melt on that single motion. Still embraced, they bowed, and then separated to listen to the notes of their teachers.

Most of the comments were praises and a couple of corrections on the execution. The Dean inviting them to keep dancing together, cause what they made on that piece was magic. Finally, they were dismissed and with no words, they went to their locker rooms.

Later, Vanessa was sitting in one of the hallways, waiting for Brock to appear. When he finally came, he was with a couple of friends, they were laughing. The moment he saw her sitting there, he dismissed his friends and bent down, “hey stranger.” His voice as soft as she had never heard him She mouthed a “Hi” that he responded with a smile and stretching his hand to lift her up.

Once on her feet, she smiled at him “Thanks for not messing it up.”

“Hey! anytime” he said, playful and returning the smile.

Vanessa bit her lower lip, doubting for a second on what to say next. “I… shit-”

He laughed. “I know, but if we’re going to keep doing this, please, avoid slapping me.”

“Who said I want to keep dancing with you?” she asked, curious.

Brock rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Because you’re here and I want to do it. I want to dance with you Banjee Girl.”

“Alright, I won’t slap you if you promise something…” she said, lowering her voice

“What?” he asked, raising a brow.

Out of nowhere, she tiptoed and kissed him, this time soft and tenderly. “Promise you’ll keep doing this.” She whispered to his lips. As an answer to her request, he kissed her once more.

#rpdr fanfiction #gravity #dance school au #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #lyonne dlm #saiphl #m/f au #ballet au #dance au

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until-theend-oftheline · 6 years ago

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Just One Night

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: One-night stand. No particular kinks. Oral sex. Vaginal Penetration. NSFW.

Word Count: 4000ish

A/N: It can be read as a stand alone or in connection with Escape but it is thought of as part of my LLL verse. This is how Sebastian and Y/N met.

It is my entry for @thinkwritexpress-official My Kind of Love Challenge and the prompt word was physical

Betaed by: @sebs-potato who didn’t give me a choice. She just hi-jacked it but thanks still I guess :P

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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Los Angeles was different than New York. It was easy to get caught up in the glamour and the parties. Sebastian usually went to a few everytime he was in town. If for no other reason than to make more contacts in town. It would be a lie though if Sebastian said he didn’t enjoy them. He loved having a good time, but he also loved people watching. LA was filled with people that you didn’t see anywhere else. People that often made him happy he had New York to go home too.

Tonight Sebastian arrived at the party with Chris Evans. Chris was a co-worker but had also quickly become a close friend. Sebastian hadn’t meant to go out tonight since he was flying back home tomorrow, but Chris had convinced him to come with him.

“Who are you looking for? You’re gonna dump me here for some girl aren’t you?” Sebastian glared at Chris who was clearly scanning the room for someone almost as soon as they had arrived. Sebastian wasn’t completely sure whose house it was but he was pretty sure it was some music video director.

“I am looking for a girl actually,” Chris grinned, making Sebastian roll his eyes at his friend.

“Not like that though,” Chris continued more seriously. “She’s a friend. Just wanted to check in. I see her. Come on.”

Sebastian grumbled but followed Chris across the room. His sour mood lifted the second he saw her though. She was absolutely breathtaking. There was a lot of beautiful women in the room, but they all paled in comparison with her. Her smile when she saw Chris lit up the room and the hug she gave him made Sebastian without any reason at all feel a pang of jealousy, wishing he was in his friend’s shoes.

“Y/N. This is my friend Sebastian,” Chris’ voice woke Sebastian out of his daze and he smiled back at her reaching out his hand.

“Hi,” Sebastian felt a warmth rush through his body from his hand when she took it. Her skin was so soft and smooth, perfect just like the smile she gave him.

“Hi, Sebastian. Nice to meet you,” she answered before returning her attention to Chris. Sebastian couldn’t repeat what they were talking about even if he tried. He didn’t hear a word. He was completely mesmerized with her. So much so that he didn’t get to say more than that one word to her before she excused herself and walked away into the crowd.

“Dude,” Chris’ hand landed against his chest in a friendly slap, drawing Sebastian’s attention to his grinning friend’s face. “You’re practically drooling.”

“Oh shut up. She’s hot,” Sebastian grumbled, before grinning at the disgusted face Chris pulled.

“She’s like my sister man,” he grumbled before smiling, “but if you wanna go for it I won’t be offended. She hasn’t had the best luck with men so if you wanna break that…”

Sebastian threw his head back in laughter. “You do know I am going back to New York tomorrow right? Thanks for the backhanded compliment though.”

After that Sebastian somehow managed to turn the conversation into work, before a group of women came up and surrounded them. Chris seemed to hit it off with one of them, while Sebastian was getting increasingly bored, scanning the room for a distraction. Which was when he saw her again. She was sitting at the bar, with a guy leaning close to her at her side. Sebastian was too far away to make out a word that was being said, but he could easily tell by her body language that she wasn’t interested. The idiot guy next to her didn’t seem to get the memo though.

Sebastian quickly excused himself to the girls and Chris, making his way towards her. He didn’t make up his mind what he was going to do before he reached them.

“Darling,” Sebastian called when he was a few feet away from them, drawing both their attention to himself. “I’m so sorry I’m late. LA traffic, you know.”

Sebastian wrapped his arms around her in a loose embrace, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “if I read this wrong and you want me to go away, just throw your drink in my face or something.”

Sebastian let her go, taking a step back to see the amused glimmer in her eyes. She was clearly, trying her best not to laugh at his little-whispered escape. She didn’t take it though. Instead, she jumped off her barstool, taking his hand with a big, warm smile on her face.

“That’s fine Seba. You’re here now. Come dance with me.” She dragged him towards the dancefloor without once looking over her shoulder at the guy she left behind at the bar. Instead, she turned to face Sebastian, wrapping her arms around his neck and his hands on instinct found their way to her waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Thank you so much for that. I tried everything short of punching him in the face to get rid of him. Such a creep,” she shuddered, making Sebastian laugh as they began moving with the music.

“Yeah well. Randomly walking up to a woman to hug her might be a little creepy too. I’m sorry about that,” Sebastian smiled sheepishly.

“Narh. It’s okay. Any friend of Chris’ can’t be that bad,” she teased and Sebastian felt his heart skip a beat. She really was amazing. It wasn’t just that she was gorgeous; it was so much more than that. There were a playfulness and confidence to her. A grace and a kindness. Sebastian hardly knew her and he was already completely taken with her.

“I wasn’t actually even planning on coming here tonight. I was just looking for a distraction, but this place is more of a reminder,” she rambled. There was a vulnerability in her voice that made Sebastian wanna protect her and he instinctively pulled her a little closer to him as he spoke.

“Why don’t we get out of here then?” Sebastian’s eyes widened along with hers as it dawned on him how that had sounded. He instantly let go of her not wanting her to think he was trying to push himself onto her in any way because he wasn’t. Not that he wouldn’t love to spend the night with her but she didn’t strike him as the kind of girl that would bring a strange guy back to her place, just because he had helped her get rid of another creep.

“I’m so sorry,” Sebastian’s eyes fell to the floor, thinking he definitely deserved that drink to the face right about now. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Yes,” her voice caused his eyes to jump back to hers and a gobsmacked expression was plastered all over his face.

“Wha… What?” Sebastian stuttered, desperately trying to get his brain to function properly again.

“I don’t usually do this, but what I usually do haven’t seemed to work out so great either so yes. Let’s get out of here,” she rambled.

Sebastian stood frozen, blinking like some idiot trying to figure out if what he just heard wasn’t just his imagination playing some cruel trick on him. If she wanted a night of fun she could have picked anyone. Any guy would have happily agreed to take her home. Sebastian couldn’t for the life of him figure out why she would make that offer to him.

“Unless you don’t wanna…” she chewed the inside of her cheek, looking nervous when Sebastian didn’t respond instantly. That did the trick though. He couldn’t stand her thinking even for one second that he didn’t want to spend time with him. In any way, she would let him be honest. For as long as that might be.

“Let’s go,” Sebastian offered her his hand and smiled when she took it with an almost shy smile on her face. He lead her through the house and towards the door, not stopping until they were out in the open.

“Do you have a car? I came with Chris.” It suddenly occurred to him he wasn’t in New York with a metro around every corner or an easily available cab to jump into.

“Yeah,” she waved at one of the vales, giving the young guy her card before turning back to Sebastian. She looked nervous. Sebastian wanted to tell her she didn’t need to be. No matter where they went from here he would be content just by being in her company. He had no expectations and he wasn’t going to pressure her into doing anything she didn’t want just because she had hinted something might be on the table.

“Your place or mine?” Seb asked as her car pulled up next to them and she got into the driver’s seat.

“Well unless you wanna drive all the way to New York…” Sebastian smiled teasingly at her and her eyes widened before she laughed relaxing a little.

“Okay. Mine it is,” she grinned, leaning over him opening the glove compartment. “Pick a cd. Anything you want,” she offered.

The 20-minute car ride was easy. Both of them laughing and singing along to the 80s mixed hit album Sebastian had picked out. Her doing a much better job at it than him, but she didn’t make fun of him. She just laughed and sang along with him as they drove through the warm LA December evening. The destination and goal all but forgotten as they just enjoyed each other’s company.

Her nervous demeanor returned the moment they stepped through the front door of her apartment though and she began rambling if Sebastian wanted something to drink, listing everything she had to offer as she made her way towards the kitchen.

She didn’t get far before Sebastian gently closed a hand around her arm stopping her movement and pulling her to face him again. When she didn’t look at him he carefully pressed a finger under her chin, urging her eyes to meet his.

“Hey. There are no expectations here you know? Anything you wanna do is fine by me. If you wanna have sex, we’ll have sex. If you wanna put on some music and dance again we’ll do that. We can talk or watch a movie,” Sebastian suggested, only to be stopped by her lips crashing against his.

The moment their lips met was the moment he knew he was done for. It started softly, after the initial crash collision that was, and Sebastian wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. Her arms came to rest against his shoulders as her fingers ran through his hair. The kiss deepened gradually and Sebastian slowly began backing her up until her back hit the wall and they were grinding into each other.

He smiled when she moaned softly and he pecked her lips before pulling back a little looking into her eyes.

“Or we can make out,” Sebastian grinned, causing her to laugh and hide her face against his chest. Sebastian chuckled, pulling her close. He loved just getting to hold her like this. It wasn’t the first time he had gone with a girl or taken one home for the night, but it was the first time he was feeling like he was going to regret it. They were from different parts of the country and they barely even knew each other. This was about sex, or it potentially was. Either way, it was a one-night connection type of thing and Sebastian wasn’t sure that was going to be enough for him. She made him act like a flustered schoolboy and his heartbeat picked up when she smiled at him. She was easy and fun to be around. On top of that, she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in his life. It wasn’t going to be easy walking away from her no matter the outcome of tonight.

“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, still wrapped in his arms with her face buried against his chest.

“You know we don’t have too…” Sebastian started as he rubbed his hands up and down her back to calm her. There was something so natural about having her in his arms like this. Like she belonged there.

“I want too,” she tilted her head, looking up at him and Sebastian swallowed harshly before nodding.

“Okay. If you wanna stop at any time…” he started again, only for her to interrupt him once more.

“I know,” she smiled softly talking his hand in hers, guiding him towards her bedroom and not letting go until they were inside. She turned around to face him, standing between him and her bed. She was looking nervous again.

Sebastian slowly bridged the gap between them, cupping her face in his hands as he leaned in to kiss her again. He made sure to give her more than enough time to stop him if she wanted too. She didn’t, instead, she met him halfway and Sebastian felt as if he was soaring. She pushed the jacket he was wearing down his body and let it fall onto the floor while his hands wander her body, taking in her soft curves.

Somehow in his daze, he managed to back her up towards the bed, completely missing the distance, sending her tumbling backward with him on top of her when her legs hit the edge. She squealed in surprise and Sebastian just barely managed to break his fall with a hand on each side of her head, avoiding their heads to knock together and crushing her under his weight.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry,” Sebastian spoke, slightly out of breath but his horror was short lasted as she broke out into a hearted laughter he couldn’t help but join. He was still smiling when she took him completely by surprise, rolling them over so she was straddling his waist.

“Klutz,” she teased with a grin as she began unbuttoning his shirt and Sebastian chuckled.

“Do you always insult a guy when you’re trying to get into his pants?” Sebastian teased her, giving her thighs a playful squeeze and she giggled, continuing her task.

“Only when he almost give me a concussion,” she sassed him back, running her hands up his now naked chest under the open shirt, as she leaned down to kiss him again. Sebastian welcomed the kiss, enjoying the feel of her hands on his body, as he let his wander in search of the zipper on the back of her dress. Which proved to be harder than he had expected and a frustrated groan escaped him as she pulled back with a giggle.

“Need some help there Bash?” she bit her lip, clearly trying to stop herself from laughing. Had it been any other girl Sebastian’s ego might have been more than a little bruised by that comment, but with her it didn’t come off as mockery. She was just being playful and irresistible as hell.

“How the fuck did you get into that thing?” Sebastian grumbled, making her laugh and guide his hand to the left side of the dress and Sebastian instantly felt his mistake, pulling down the zipper.

“Atta boy,” she wiggled her nose at him and Sebastian groaned playfully, pulling her dress over her head, sitting with her still in his lap. He smiled at her, watching how she bit her lip as she pulled his shirt the rest of the way off his body letting it join the dress and jacket on the floor.

Their breathing was a little heavier than normal as their eyes met, hands gently wandering the other’s newly exposed skin. Sebastian leaned in kissing her deeply and he decided that if this was all they’d do for the rest of the night he’d be more than content.

She didn’t seem to be however and Sebastian groaned into the kiss when she began grinding down on him, quickly making his pants uncomfortably tight.

“Jesus woman,” Sebastian gasped resting his forehead against her shoulder, trying desperately to regain control of himself, but her continued ministrations weren’t exactly making it easy. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“No,” she bit her lip before attacking his neck, kissing and sucking, no doubt leaving her mark on him as Sebastian’s hands slid up her back, unclasping her bra. She leaned back a little letting it slide down her arms giving him a full view of her chest and she giggled at the no doubt awed look on his face. “At least not on purpose.”

Sebastian raised a brow at her, loving this newfound courage of hers. Her confidence was one hell of a turn on, but he still couldn’t help but do a playful little power struggle with her. He wrapped his arm around her pulling her flush against his body before flipping them over so she was pinned beneath him.

She squealed in surprise but laughed the moment her back hit the bed and Sebastian smirked down at her, enjoying the way her hands ran down his chest, unbuckling his belt.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Sebastian’s New York accent was getting heavier by the minute but she didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were lust blown and a smile was plastered across her face as he leaned down to give her a quick kiss before letting his lips wander down her jaw, to her neck, her breasts, down her stomach. He lingered every time he found a spot that seemed to draw a more needy reaction from her until he settled between her legs. His fingers twisted in the waistline of her panties as his eyes found hers.

“Tell me to stop?” he offered her.

“Sebastian doesn’t you dare,” she scolded, making him laugh as he pulled her underwear down her legs at a torturously slow pace. The desperation in her eyes was really just an added bonus though. I reality Sebastian just loved the feel of her smooth, soft skin under his hands as he moved.

As soon as the panties hit the ground Sebastian ran his hands back up her legs, guiding her to rest them over his shoulders as he leaned down, flattening his tongue and running it through her folds. He moaned along with her. He couldn’t stop himself. She tasted like heaven and Sebastian didn’t hold back as he buried his face between her legs. His fingers dug into her hips, keeping her in place as she tried to buck against his face. Her moans and whimpers were like music to him and he even welcomed the ringing her thighs squeezing violently around his head caused when she came on his tongue with a scream of his name falling from her lips.

Sebastian stood up wiping his chin as he dug around in his pocket, finding his wallet and a condom. He made quick work of removing his pants and boxers as he watched her watch him. She was a fucking goddess as she lied there; completely naked and her skin was glowing. Her hair was a mess and her eyes still dazed from her orgasm. It was all Sebastian could do to focus enough to put on the condom, stroking himself a few time to make sure it was on, before crawling back into bed with her.

“You can still tell me to get lost you know?” Sebastian reminded her, gently caressing her face making her giggle and roll her eyes at him.

“Then I would have told you before you put that thing on wouldn’t I?” Sebastian gasped and his head fell to rest against the crook of her neck as she reached out stroking his hard cock.

“Keep doing that and this will be over soon,” Sebastian groaned, grabbing her wrist to stop her and she giggled again. Her arms wrapped around his neck, gently pulling him towards her.

“Come here you dork,” she smiled, kissing him as he situated himself between her legs, slowly pushing into her. She gasped against his lips as he settled fully inside her and Sebastian waited a few seconds for both of them to adjust to the feeling of her wrapped around his cock before he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting slowly back into her.

It didn’t take long for them to find a joint pace and Sebastian wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her up towards him as he held his own weight with his free arm, rolling his hips in time with her, thrusting deep into her. Her nails dug into his back and a string of curses fell from her lips making him smile.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Sebastian urged, out of breath and completely high on her, but needing to feel her come apart around him. She did and Sebastian followed suit soon after, collapsing down on top of her, resting his arms on each side of her head to keep from crushing her.

“Holy shit,” Sebastian mumbled, kissing her shoulder before slowly pulling out, letting himself fall back onto his back beside her. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah it was,” she answered, rolling over kissing him tenderly. When she pulled back there was a sadness in her eyes, but Sebastian didn’t get a chance to ask before she left the bed disappearing into the bathroom.

Sebastian sat up, pulling off the condom and tying it off before tossing it in the be bin beside the bed. He wasn’t really sure what to do with himself or what had just happened so he just stayed there. If she wanted him to leave she would have to tell him. He couldn’t bring himself to walk out on her like this, and more than that Sebastian didn’t want to leave her. He would if that’s what she wanted, but if he had a choice he's spent the night holding her.

The door to the bathroom reopened and she looked almost shocked to see him still sitting in bed, as undressed as she left him. So was she by the way, but she also seemed to be a little more uncomfortable by that fact that Sebastian felt.

“You’re still here.” Sebastian wasn’t sure if it was an accusation or a question. Either way, it hurt more than a little.

“Do you want me to go?” Sebastian asked, reaching for his boxers on the floor, but before he had a chance to get them she sat down on the bed beside him. Her hand on his arm stopped his action and their eyes met.

“No. I’d really like you to stay the night. I just thought that… I don’t really know how these things work,” she muttered and Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle at her sudden returned shyness and innocence. He pulled her tightly against him as he laid back down on the bed, smiling when she breathed a small sigh as he brought the covers up around them.

“It works, however, we want it too. You want me to stay and I wanna stay and cuddle with you,” Sebastian smiled down at her, loving how her cheeks took a slightly redder color with his words.

Sebastian knew he was leaving in the morning and that long distance relationships rarely worked, especially not in his business and surely not with a start like this. Part of him already regretted he had let the night go as far as it had, but he also had a hard time beating himself up over it too much as she laid in his arms, drawing soft patterns on his chest. He felt a connection with her. Not that he hadn't felt connected to one night stands in the past, he rationalized as he tried to make sense of this new feeling that had settled within him. There was absolutely no reason that she would be any different than the rest of them. It wasn’t a complete lie, but Sebastian still knew that she was special and that he would spend the rest of his life wondering about the what-ifs when he walked out that door tomorrow. That was then and this was now. There was no way in hell he wasn’t going to enjoy every last second he got to spend with her between now and tomorrow.

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True Colors Chapter 13

You woke up in the bed of your childhood, the smell of bacon and eggs wafting up from the kitchen below. You warmer than you ever remembered being in the old home before. Groggily you attempted to stretch, finding yourself pinned down. With half a groan you opened your eyes to see dark tendrils covering an almost heavenly face, one arm wrapped around his pillow the other wrapped around you. Slowly you wriggled your way out, your eyes lingering on him sleeping shirtless in your bed, finding you had to catch your breath at the sight. What is going on with you? Could you actually be catching feelings for one of your best friends?

No time to think about that now. You had work to do before the rest of the world woke. As silently as possible you snuck your way into the attic, retreating to the old studio that started it all. The plan was to use this time home to finish working on Bucky’s gift, but with him here now it was a little more difficult.

Bucky woke to the sweet sound of your music as you put the finishing touches on one of the last few songs for him and him alone before transferring them from your flash drive to a blank CD.

Once you came back into the room the bed was empty and you could hear rustling down below. You closed your eyes hearing the two women berating Bucky with questions. Oh no, were they catching on? Them knowing you’re single would be so much worse, it would give them reason to tell you how worthless of a person you are….again. You burst down the stairs throwing your arms around his strong shoulders...oh god you never expected them to feel this good in your arms. “Hey Buck how about a workout before it gets too late in the day? We missed one yesterday…” His brow curled as he turned his head to you, wondering what exactly has taken over your mind...normally you hated training.

“Umm sure..?”

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The two women watched as you both sparred across the backyard. It was hard for your mother to admit that you really did seem like a natural at this. Snow caught in both of your hair and on your white knit cap as you exchanged blows, your breath changing to steam in the early winter air. Before you knew it a cold hand was around your wrist, though in this weather it was hard for your skin to distinguish from cold metal or cold flesh...in the end it didn’t matter either way, he was pulling you into a killshot. You had to think fast...but you couldn’t think fast enough before feeling the poke of a sheathed blade poke at your stomach. “You’re getting better.” He huffed as your eyes caught each other, clouds of breath mingling between the two of you. “Next time,” he brought your wrist into your view, turning it to show you his thumb and index finger meeting just under your palm. “This is the week point, twist your arm and pull.” You could feel him holding on tighter as he gave you the instruction, but still you did as you were told, finding your wrist free. Bubblegum hair fell into your face as the hand came to rest on his shoulder, feeling natural there. Your heart tugged at itself as you felt Bucky’s arms wrapping around your waist as his tongue glided across his lips...a motion you have seen him do countless times, but never before it was right in front of you did you realize just how damn sexy it is. Wait a minute, he’s drawing in closer! In a panic you spun, hooking your arm under his shoulder as you swept your leg under him, forcing him to the ground. Bucky felt as if all the air had left his body as he looked up to you, watching your hair shift from pink to rainbowed in a glorious display as you retook your fighting stance. “Much better…” The way the corner of his lips tugged up into a smile suddenly seemed so perfect.

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Bucky looked around the room as he waited for you to finish in the shower, toweling off his hair as he examined the sheet music that lined the walls, having 100% no idea what most of it meant outside of the names at the top of each piece. After what felt like forever he finally heard the door click open and closed again. “So what’s up with the walls?” He asked turning to see facing the opposite wall, you had only been clad in a small towel barely covering your parts. Thank goodness you weren’t watching him to see how red his face had become.

“Oh, it was something my dad started when I was a baby.” You explained as you reached up to point out the remnants of Brahms lullaby under something labeled ‘Memory’. “I guess it kinda stuck. Mom says I was able to read music before I could read words.” Bucky could feel the blood rushing from his face as your rear began to poke through, showing a tattoo on the right cheek of a small clownfish.

“Geeze!” He sputtered out in surprise as he spun around to watch the other wall. “Maybe put some clothes on?” Stumbling over words as he sat on the bed to pull his clothes out of his bag.

“What’s wrong Barnes? It is my room you are in afterall. Don’t like what you see?” You teased as you sauntered over to the bed. “I am one hundred percent offended! You shall pay!” You joked as you pinned him down watching his face turn to a cherry as your fingertips began exploring his exposed flesh, wriggling over his muscles in an attempt to tickle. The scent of your shampoo in your still damp hair and the feel of your hands on his skin did get a reaction, just not the one one you were looking for, one he needed to surpress. “Should have known you of all people wouldn’t be ticklish.” You pouted before letting out a yelp of surprise as he flipped you over, pinning you to the bed with his lower half.

“Pay back.” He quipped before returning the favor. Soon you were writhing under him screaming in laughter as his fingers found all the right spots to make you giggle and yelp. The assault continued until you were gasping for air between each high pitched giggles, only then did his hands move away from you in a slow bittersweet motion to rest on the bed. Both your hearts raced as you were once again realizing just how close you two were...both physically and emotionally. Would it really be so wrong if…? His eyes sparkled as you propped yourself onto your elbows. You felt as if you were loosing your breath as he leaned in on his hands. Inching closer and closer until you could taste eachother’s breath on your lips, a hair away from touching.

“GET THE HELL OFF OF MY DAUGHTER YOU MONSTER!” You mother screamed as the door flung open. In her hand she held a kitchen knife that she really wasn’t sure how to use for anything other than chopping vegetables. Her eyes darted over the scene, taking in the amount of flesh realizing the mistake.

“Mom! What are you doing?!” You demanded as Bucky just froze, conflicting instincts battling inside him. Feeling the need to protect his ray of sunshine from the possible threat and feeling the need to hide what wrestling on the bed had done to him between his legs.

“I thought...You were screaming…” She stuttered looking over the scene once more, jumping from one conclusion to the next. “And now I see why...Young lady how dare you! In my house! Did I do that horrible of a job of raising you that you can’t respect me and your Nana enough to not fornicate -”

“MOM!!” You hollered. “We weren’t!” Bucky crawled off the bed, letting you up as your hair swirled with conflicting emotions. Your mind a fog of questions over everything. Was what you think was about to happen actually about to happen? Was she actually showing that she cared? She seemed like she was ready to fight the winter soldier for you after all…”He was tickling me”...no need to mention that you liked it. “That’s all.”

“Oh...Well...get dressed, Nana’s ready to do presents.”

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The sun hung low in the window, setting the white powder ablaze with a brilliant display of orange and pink as Nana bent down to hand out the gifts she had just finished wrapping for the both of you. You were sure you knew what was in the boxes, it was always the same every year since you grew up...something sensible...socks, things like that. As per tradition you always opened yours first. Sitting inside the glittering box was a crochet cap in every color you could think of. Your eyes widened, this was a first. Never have they ever encouraged the rainbows with you. “Nana...This is wonderful thank you.” You lept up giving her a gentle hug, more grateful of the gesture than the item itself. In their eyes you could see remorse over the words that were exchanged last night. With a half smile she hugged back before returning to working on something for one of your cousins to give on actual christmas day. Bucky was next, a red and white christmas sweater...missing one sleeve...the correct one. “Nanna?” You asked as he pulled it on, wondering where the insult in this was hiding.

Without a word she just waved her hand going back to her work. “Thank you ma’am.” Bucky said softly as he offered his hand to her. He may have not known either of them for very long but he could see the gestures they were making.

She took the hand gesturing for him to come closer. With his ear to her lips she whispered softly “We may not understand her but we do love her.” His lips curled into a smile hearing that as he nodded. “Family calls me Nana, not ma’am. Take care of her for us.” He nodded his confirmation that he would in fact do that.

You then got up handing both your mother and grandmother their packages, pre-releases of both the CDs schedualed to hit the shelves after the new year she had been working on. Your face swelled with pride as you watched them open them only to drop back down as they both frowned. “Dazzler CDs? Really (y/n)?” Your mom asked a little disappointed. “Why would you think we’d want these?”

“Look closer mom.” You nudged as you pointed to track number 3 of the first one, specifically the (feat. Spectrum). “And the other one isn’t Dazzler...It’s Spectrum….me....I made it...I have a recording contract.”

“That’s great sweetheart.” Was all she could think to say.

Bucky frowned watching the less than wonderful reactions, he would have been ecstatic to get a recording of her stuff. “Here Doll, open mine next.” He offered as he sat back down by you, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders. Inside the small box sat a small clear square crystal attached to a gold chain. You raised a brow looking up to him questioningly. He simply chuckled, taking it in his hands and fastening it around your neck. “Shine some of your light on it.” He nudged. As your hands glowed bright around the small stone it shone, lighting up the room in a glorious rainbow of colors. The chuckle turned into that 40’s charm smile you had been secretly swooning over lately as he watched your face light up with amazement. “When I saw it I instantly thought of you.” His eyes shot your parents an icy look. “If you don't know what to look for it seems average, but just below that...an explosion of something amazing.”

“Bucky…” You sighed before looking up to him. “I love it.” As you reached up, brushing your lips against his stubbled cheek you wished you didn’t have these feelings, that your heart wasn’t racing just being near him. Afterall...you were sure he’d want a more classic look to a girl, not a walking rainbow with tattoos and piercings all over her. “I just wish mine was half as good.” You added with a sigh as you handed your gift for him over.

Peeling the paper back all he saw was a silver disc of a writable CD. On the case was in your best handwriting ‘good night bucky’ followed by a doodle of a rainbow. You watched as his face lit up with wonder, having a pretty decent idea of what this was. “Is it you?” You nodded, informing him it was for when he was having trouble sleeping. “It’s perfect.” He replied as he pulled you in tighter, your hair pinkening asis lips met your forehead. “I love it.” He added as he rested his cheek on the soft pink, loving the smell, wishing the charade could go on forever.

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As the night pushed slowly and coldly on Bucky laid listening to the sound of you breathing lightly next to him. Crystal eyes were drinking in the vision of you sleeping in the moonlight like an angel as he brushed a small chunk of silky rainbow hair from over your face to tuck gently behind your ear. It wasn’t that he couldn’t sleep...more like he didn’t want to...didn’t want this dream to end. With a sigh he reached down, planting a soft, barely there kiss to your temple before reaching into his backpack for his headphones, eager to hear what your gift for him held.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLzuVXopZdSTkrUvUtTWIkvfA4kDQg-dqj

As your gentle glorious voice flowed over him he could feel his heart racing as each song was sweeter than the last. Wide eyed full of hope as he listened he looked down to you as you rolled over, finding comfort and warmth as you cuddled yourself against him…

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Well, you don’t have to go to a bunch of different stores, you only need one store: Jo-Ann Fabrics.

Cecil: Cool! I thought, uh, Jo-Ann Fabrics only sold fabrics!

Deb: That’s simply untrue. Why would you even say that?

Cecil: Well, I just assumed from the name that Jo-Ann Fabrics would…

Deb: Stop talking!

Jo-Ann Fabrics welcomes any parent too overwhelmed by school, or a life, or parenthood, or whatever. Anything. Maybe you’re afraid of flying, and you have to get on a plane soon. The threat is real, you know.

Cecil: I think planes are actually much safer than they used to…

Deb: Oh my God, Cecil! Can we have a conversation for once?

Cecil: You– You– You're– You’re right. You’re right. I’m sorry, Deb. Uh, I mean, the thing is, Jo-Ann Fabrics does fabrics better than anyone, so…a creative person could make clothes, and bags, and all kinds of stuff for their…kids?

Deb: You’re obsessed with fabrics!

Cecil: Well…

Deb: Fine. Go on about your fabrics. What do I care about your petty human concerns?

Cecil: Ooh! Carlos bought a nice batik at Jo-Ann’s recently. It’s got, umm…

Deb: You don’t know what batik is.

Cecil: I don’t.

Unknown deep voice: Jo-Ann Fabrics.

Deb: Aah! What the heck is that?

Cecil: I– I– don’t know! I– I– I’ve never heard that voice before!

Unknown deep voice: For all you back-to-school needs.

Deb: Oh my God! That’s really weird.

Cecil: Yeah, it is!

Unknown deep voice: Joooooooooooo-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnn’s….

Deb: I’m outta here!

Unknown deep voice: Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…

Cecil: O– OK, uh, bye, Deb.

Unknown deep voice: …aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabrrrrics.

Ep 74: Knife

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Ep 75: The gut feeling that you did something wrong...

But, while we wait, let’s have a message from our sponsors.

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You are the guilt. You are the shame.

And this only makes you feel more guilty, more ashamed, that these emotions are somehow tied into your very being.

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Ep 76: Harper Perennial

And now, a word from our sponsors.

(Um, personally? I find the content of this ad…distasteful, given my earlier warning, but I’m informed by station management that I have to read it as written.)

Here goes.

Many of us like books. None of us like to admit it. We know that reading makes us deviants, perverts, freaks. Many of us might say – on the radio for instance – that books are dangerous and should be avoided. Even thinking the words “I like books” to ourselves makes us shudder with a secret shame.

We know that we should only be reading government pamphlets, and the prophecies on the back of cereal boxes…but again and again, we find ourselves returning to the dark sickness of literary language.

Who among us can say that they do not have, buried in a box of linens under their bed, a well-read copy of Brand New Ancients by Kate Tempest, or a collection of Annie Baker’s Vermont Plays?

Given all this, should we band together, deviant with deviant? A deviance so natural that it is no deviance at all, but an ingrained motion of the heart, a secret desire so common, that it is no more secret than the sun? Should we begin to admit, together, that we all sometimes like to touch and read books?

No! Of course not! We should be ashamed and hide our love of books from each other, heaping scorn and hypocritical anger upon anyone who dares to reveal that they have the same desires we do.

Harper Perennial. All of our literature is shipped to you in unmarked brown paper wrappings. Charges will appear on your credit card statement as DEFINITELY **NOT** BOOKS.

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Ep 77: Your Mom

And now a word from our sponsor.

Today’s show is sponsored by…well, it’s sponsored by…your mom.

She’s really nice, and she mailed us a ten dollar bill to sponsor this show. That’s well below our usual advertising rate here at the station, but your mom was just the sweetest!

She also wrote a letter saying that she hopes you’re having a fun time listening to the show, she knows it’s your favorite radio program (aww!), and wants you to know that she loves you very much (awwwwww!).

Your mom also wants to know if you’re still seeing that boy. He’s bad news, and she doesn’t like his tattoos. Not that people with tattoos are bad, that’s not what she’s saying, but…

“What do you think his skin will look like when he’s 60?” she added. “What do you think anyone’s skin will look like when they’re 60?” she said repeatedly.

She asked several quiet sad questions about the process of aging. Then she said she cares for you no matter what. She just wants you to be happy.

This message has been brought to you by your mom.

Ep 78: Corn and Imaginary Corn Farmers of America

Let’s pause now for a word from today’s sponsor. With that, here’s Deb, a sentient patch of haze.

Deb: Hello, human listeners. Today’s show is proudly sponsored by corn. It’s almost Thanksgiving, after all, and you wouldn’t have Thanksgiving without corn.

Thanksgiving is America’s holiday. Corn is America’s crop. America’s life blood. You can’t live without corn! If we didn’t have corn, we wouldn’t have tortillas, or syrup, or soft drinks. Without corn, we wouldn’t have dogs, or cars! We wouldn’t even have a moon. Everything is made of corn!

Listen to your heartbeat. “ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzph!” You hear that heartbeat of yours? I’m a patch of haze, I don’t know what a heartbeat sounds like. But this is what I imagine it sounds like. “ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzph!” That sound in your chest is corn, my friend. All that corn, pumping through your delicate mortal veins.

You didn’t choose how ya got here. Neither did corn. You are both products of free market and overpopulation.

Corn. Eat it.

This message is brought to you by the Corn and Imaginary Corn Farmers of America.

Ep 79: Richter’s Eye Glass Hut

Uh, while I avert my gaze from the Shriner’s homunculi, let’s have a word from our sponsors.

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We give you money for your unwanted eyes and turn them into glass for affordable window panes.

How? Don’t ask questions.

Come on down to Richter’s Eye Glass Hut, located conveniently off the highway helix in the shadow of the immense precarious rock.

No longer accepting potato eyes or the eye of a storm. Not responsible for our windows watching you while you sleep.

Ep 81: Google

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How about an image of the exact moment of your death? I don’t know, that might be on there too. Give it a search!

The internet is huge. Whatever it is, it’s probably on there.

Google. Search for super-weird stuff. You’ll probably find something at least kind of similar.

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Ep 82: Pfizer

And now, a word from our sponsor. Here with that is Deb, a sentient patch of haze…and also, I think, our ad sales manager here at the station.

Deb: Oh, I don’t work for the station.

Cecil: But you regularly provide me with copy for our live spots. Oh, and you also read ads from various companies on the air. Do you work for an ad agency?

Deb: Cecil, please.

Cecil: But this is my show. If you don’t actually work at the station, or for the companies you’re pitching, I’d kind of like to know who you work for.

Deb: Shhh. Not everything can be an emergency.

Okay, then.

Human listeners, today’s show is brought to you by Pfizer. What does Pfizer do? What doesn’t Pfizer do?

Whoo! All the things Pfizer can help you with! We can’t even begin to describe it to you.

You know what? Pfizer is indescribable. How can you put it into words what Pfizer does? You can’t. You wouldn’t. No, you you absolutely would not. You would not dare describe what we do.

You’re still trying to describe us in your mind, aren’t you? Maybe Pfizer wasn’t articulate enough. Maybe Pfizer can’t trust you. You have betrayed Pfizer. Don’t say no.

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Pfizer. We can’t even with this right now.

Ep 83: Happy-looking dog

And now, a word from our sponsors.

Today’s show is sponsored by a happy-looking dog that’s woofing and wagging his tail.

He just wants you to play, or to pet him! Or maybe, just to stop feeling sad for a moment. He wants what’s best for you, even if he doesn’t know that he wants it. His instincts have been tinkered with, made to align with your interests. And now, his happiness is yours.

He’s a big-eyed, woofing dog, and he’s dancing from paw to paw because he’s so excited to make your life better.

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Ep 84: Dove

Let’s have a word from our sponsor.

Today’s show is brought to you by the Dove Campaign for Real Beauty. Super-real beauty. Beauty so real you won’t even recognize it as your own.

Like a set of human lungs, on a white table. So real, so beautiful. Most people have lungs, expanding, contracting, attached to nothing. Just lungs. On a white table.

Most beauty products won’t show you what a set of human lungs look like, because they think you can’t handle real beauty. They will photoshop out the models’ lungs, leaving a gaping gory hole in their chests. But an empty upper-rib cavity is not what a real person looks like. No. We look like this. A pair of lungs breathing autonomously on a white table in a white room with music playing. Inspirational music. Mostly choir and keyboards, you know the drill. Don’t gotta tell you about inspirational music, am I right?

Dove. Lungs on a white table.

Ep 86: Papa John’s

And now, a word from our sponsor.

Today’s show is brought to you by Papa John’s. At Papa John’s we make pizza with only the freshest ingredients, using old-world recipes passed down from our family’s many generations of pizza makers. Nearly all of these pizza makers are still alive, making pizza and passing down recipes. They live in the back. We’re running out of room for them.

We’ve long given up on thinking they’d eventually die. Why don’t they die? I mean, we love them, but there are close to 50 people in our family dating back to at least the 1800s, their bodies aging and failing, but never…you know…dying.

Perhaps it’s our secret recipes causing that.

You’d think so, but it’s not. Because a few members of our family have actually passed away…although, now that we’re thinking about it, those were public executions for treason back during the first World War. And another couple were car accidents.

Maybe it is the sauce?

Either way, visit your local Papa John’s. Order a delicious pizza. How hard can it be? Immortality, we mean.

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Ep 87: Kleenex

And finally, a word from our sponsors.

Today’s show is sponsored by Kleenex brand tissue products.

We know that you have a lot of choices when it comes to your nose. For instance, you could choose to simply not have one. Just pop it right off and go on with your day unhindered. Or you could choose to have multiple decorative noses that turn your face into a provocative modern sculpture. But instead, you decided to have just the one nose…that half the time doesn’t work, and is exactly between your eyes, where it sits distractingly in your vision at all times for no reason. Of course, your brain tunes that out…unless someone calls attention to it, so I guess that’s not too bad.

But, in general, you’ve chosen the barely-functioning weird nose you have. And we’re sure glad you did!

Kleenex brand tissue products. You have a lot of choices in life. We’re glad you – for some reason – chose the faulty body you have.

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Ep 89: Clorox Bleach

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Ep 92: Delta Airlines

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Sometimes you are on the precipice, the moment where everything could topple. Maybe it is danger, or a hard choice, or just change (which is, in our perception, the biggest danger of all). And sometimes we are on the smooth flats, where everything is stable, and the precipice is just a tickle in the back of the back of our minds.

But deep down, we know the truth. We see it sometimes, driving at night through a rainstorm, or when the phone rings at the wrong hour, or when the plane starts to shake, there are no smooth flats. It’s all precipice. Always.

And sometimes we are facing the precipice, and sometimes we are turned away. But it is always there, and we are always teetering.

And maybe the fall isn’t even the worst part. Maybe, when we fall, there is at least the relief that we know we’re falling. No more uncertainty. Maybe the worst part is the teetering, the teetering for years and years.

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Ep 93: Samsung

But first, a word from our sponsor.

Draw a rectangle on your wall. Make it a big rectangle, wider than it is tall. Put it at eye level, across from your sofa. Then color it in, all black. A big, black rectangle on your wall.

Now erase the black coloring and then draw a picture – let’s say, of Nathan Fillion from the TV show Castle. Next to him, draw the actor Molly Quinn, who plays his daughter Alexis on the show.

You like Castle. It’s a good show. Let’s say it’s your favorite scene from Castle where Rick and Alexis reconcile their differences after an important court case.

So, they’re talking to each other. Rick is about to say, “I’m sorry.”

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Time consuming, isn’t it? Perhaps you should get a Samsung smart TV. We’ll flicker all these images and stories at you without you even having to move! No offense, but we’re much faster at it than you are. Also, Nathan Fillion looks nothing like that. Did you think we said Nathan Lane? I mean, he’s a talented actor too, but he was never on Castle. Were you thinking of Modern Family? We bet you were thinking of Modern Family

Samsung. Stop drawing on your wall!

Ep 94: Kleenex

And now, a word from our sponsors.

Today’s show is sponsored by a company that makes more than you’d expect. Sure, they’re famous for that one thing, but did you know they make a whole lot more than that? Look around you! Do you see an object that immediately jumps out? Maybe it’s on the coffee table, or in the cup holder of your car, or on the ground next to the quiet country road you’re walking down. Yes, that thing! That’s the one! We made that! Aren’t you proud of us?

Pick it up. Hold it up to your left ear. What do you hear? Does the object make a sound? Is it possible that other sounds you thought were coming from other sources are actually coming from the object itself?

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Rub it against your face. You don’t want to do that? Because it’s heavy – or it was just sitting in the dirt, or because it’s alive. Hey, we made this thing. We made it just for you! Don’t be ungrateful! Just touch it once to your cheek so you can feel the quality we built into it.

Did the sound that it’s making change at all? Maybe you’ve made it happy! Or angry.

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We’re sorry we told you to hold a wasp nest up to your face.

Kleenex. We make more things than you think. But not wasp nests.

Sorry.

Ep 95: Starbucks

Let’s get to our program sponsor now.

Today’s show is brought to you by Starbucks. Start your day off feeling great. Maybe grab a latte or a caramel macchiato or even a mocha frappuccino on your way to work. Just make sure you’re feeling great first. We’ll know if you’re not. If you purchase one of our products while not feeling great, you’re going to make us not feel great, and that kind of negativity is infectious, you know. Perhaps you think our coffee-related product line will help you get beyond not feeling great into actually feeling great, but you can’t rely on nutritional stimulants to achieve positivity. No, no. Caffeine and sugar will get your energy up, sure, but that crash is coming, and it won’t be pretty. And we don’t want you hanging that on us. Get yourself in a good place. Really be positive. Fake it till you make it, we suppose. But you better be an excellent faker. If we find out you showed up to one of our thousands of Starbucks locations worldwide while unhappy, we are going to be livid. Just beside ourselves, all of us, every Starbucks employee standing in a line, literally beside ourselves, holding hands and saying directly to you: “Don’t come here with your nasty attitude and expect us to bear the weight. Oh no. Oh NO, you will NOT.”

Starbucks. Cool your hot mess before you show your face around here.

Ep 97: Walmart

But first, a word from our sponsors.

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For any product you can think of: home, office, garden, automotive, toys, clothes, groceries? There’s your neighborhood Walmart, and our always low prices. For every product you cannot cannot think of: repressed memories, forbidden knowledge, an incorporeal twin sibling dwelling in the back of your brain? Antimatter, uranium? There’s also Walmart. We will sell you anything, whether you can comprehend it or not. Walmart will sell it to you. Sentient maple leaves? Walmart has it. Alternate timeline that avoids a climate change apocalypse? Walmart has it. Immortality? Walmart has it. And we will beat anyone else’s price. Walmart: save money, live in an alternate timeline.

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2010 - Dables - Pretty Ugly

Time to get back to what I created this tumblr for, which was blogging liner notes for the CDs I have released as Dables in order. This is Pretty Ugly, my 4th album and definitely the first Dables album most people heard because shortly after it came out is when I started performing regularly. During this era, 2009-2010, I was still performing solo, but instead of just playing improvised noise or electronic music, I started playing songs more songs from my albums using a set up similar to Ween or Big Black. I played electric guitar and sang while my Tascam Portastudio was plugged straight into the PA, playing the pre-recorded bass and drum machine parts. I played my first “electric” show this way in December 2009 in Fountain Inn, SC at a house party with Coma Cinema and it went over extremely well. I played mostly songs from the “14 Songs” album, and a few from this disc.

Released on February 3 2010, this album was conceived as a concept album to mix pretty pop songs with ugly noise songs. The idea was to go back and forth, first track being a pretty pop song, the next being an experimental or weird/off-putting/ugly noise song. The cover illustrates this concept with combining the beauty of a sunflower, placed in an ugly toilet. That is also actually my real toilet, from my parent’s house, with plastic flowers inside of it. I took the picture and sent it to my friend Victoria Ferrer, who runs The Black Lodge, a subculture get together at various local clubs. She edited it for me, writing the text on it and coloring the background around the toilet black, and turning the flowers red instead of yellow, and I think she did an absolutely fabulous job and I love her for it. My friend/occasional-partner-in-crime with Slacker Pop Records Micheal Keller, of the band Satan in Bondage, helped me put together the inner artwork including the lyrics, and he paid to help me print and make over 50 physical copies, and he helped distribute it so I also owe a huge thanks to him. Listening back to this album reminds me of what was going on in my life at the time. I was working at a Kangaroo Express gas station, and came in one day to find out my store manager and good friend Russell Folk had committed suicide the night before. I was extremely shocked and upset by this and I ended up walking out on my shift, and quitting the job on the spot. It was my first day back from a two week vacation and I couldn’t handle the responsibility of having to be the one to tell customers who came into the store who were asking me, “Where’s Russell?" all day so after about an hour of my shift, I just up and left. I went home and wrote "Song For Russell”, which didn’t make it onto this disc but ended up on a future one called “Stuff Volume 2”. I spent the next two weeks frantically recording songs to help escape from the depression caused by the death of such a close friend. I had known Russell for over 2 years, and saw him about 5 times a week and we had become very close. This disc is most definitely dedicated to his memory, and I recorded it as therapy to help cope with my first experience of death. Besides my great-grandmother, who I wasn’t very close to, Russell was the first person I knew well to die. I still miss him very much, and this disc will always remind me of him. Anyways, on to the songs themselves.

‘Boredumb’ is one of the most popular Dables songs. It has been performed at every single show since that first electric show December 2009. Funny that this one is such a fan favorite because it took me less than hour to write and record it to completion. However this song is sort of a loose rip-off musically of Flies on My Dick by Ween. It has minimal guitar, slow, plodding drum machine, monotone vocals, and quirky lead guitar breakdown just like that song does. Although I like to think I did my own thing with that formula and I wouldn’t say this song an out-right rip-off, just inspired by the formula of Ween.

'Sober and Bored’ was the first track recorded for this album and the title and music itself was inspired by The Boredoms.

'Hang Around’ came out extra poppy because The Beatles remasters had just came out and I was listening to them non-stop and wanted to do a song with “doo-wahs” vocals on it. Besides a short, sloppy, semi-solo on the song “Who Are You?” from Slacker Pop, this track was the first “real” guitar solo I ever put on a song and I’m still pretty proud of it and I think I nailed it on the second take. Prior to this, I was pretty opposed to doing guitar solos. Never performed an electric version of this song live before, but I’ve played it at acoustic shows several times.

'Live Forever’ was my attempt to emulate The Melvins, although it sounds little like them. The odd lyric “I want to lick your knees” was inspired by a porno I saw where a girl was blowing a guy and said “I wanna lick your knees” and proceeded to lick his kneecaps for a few minutes. I thought that was odd and hilarious so I put it in this song. The lyric “I want to see the end cause you know it will start again” means that if a person were to live forever, they would witness the collapse of civilizations and empires, only to see them get rebuilt and start again.

Along with a fellow local band Hollow Body, 'An Exercise in Isolation’ as well as portions of 'Boredumb’ was later put on the soundtrack to local independent film, “WTF?”, a horror/comedy film made by Firefly Ink Productions about a group of people on a road trip who’s car breaks down and the person who picks them up off the side of the road who proceeds to slaughter them. Clips of the movie are available on youtube.

'This is Nothing’ was a bit of a jab at the poor work ethics of my fellow bandmates in my side-project DAN, about how they wanted to play shows really badly, but weren’t dedicated enough to practice regularly. Needless to say, DAN broke up about 6 months after Pretty Ugly came out after only playing 3 shows together, all but 1 were a disaster. Although we eventually made up and became friends again, after another year or two we fell back into the same drama and I haven’t spoken to either of them in about 7 years now and don’t plan on it either...but if either of them happen to read this, I have no hard feelings toward Sid and Clayton (there’s been too much drama and we can’t get along with each other anymore but I’m not mad at either of them) and I think the music we made together in DAN was some of the most creative and fun songs I’ve ever been a part of, and I’m proud of the recordings we made together and I wish them luck with their recent project, People of Mars.

'Loop 3’ is the third installment of tracks I create using my Boss Loop Station. The first one was on '14 Songs’, and the second was on 'Stuff Volume 1’. This is probably my least favorite and is definitely the laziest one and in hindsight should’ve been left off this album entirely. Loop 4 appears on the most recent self-titled album.

“She Don’t Dig Me” was the last song recorded for this album. This song was lyrics written probably 2 years prior that I never put music to. I lifted the vocal melody of this song from Get Me by Dinosaur Jr, although in the end it turned out Listening back to it, the audio quality on this track is embarrassing, and I remember being very frustrated with mixing it, and eventually giving up and just releasing it as-is, with several glaring technical mistakes, that hopefully nobody can notice but me.

'108’ was an older recording, recorded shortly after finished 14 Songs, but was saved for this release. At 9 minutes and 32 seconds it is the longest track I have ever recorded.

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one pretty song, one ugly song. back and forth. that is the concept of Pretty Ugly. love and cringe as much as you can.

Released February 1, 2010 All music written, performed, and recorded by David Walker Track 15 is a Daniel Johnston cover

1.Pretty Ugly 2.Boredumb 3.Did You See? 4.Sober and Bored 5.Hang Around 6.Live Forever 7.An Exercise in Isolation 8.An Exercise in Stupidity 9.This is Nothing 10.Loop 3 11.Mind’s Gone Blank 12.An Exercise in Laziness 13.Afterglow 14.She Don’t Dig Me 15.True Love Will Find You in The End 16.108

Download this album for free at:

https://dables.bandcamp.com/album/pretty-ugly

#dables #lo-fi music

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christianmenatwork · 4 years ago

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The Purpose of Freedom-Selah40-CMAW123

Recent election has me thinking about freedom.

I have a thing where I got through the list of countries in the world and share little factoids with my Mom each day as a way to share something new. It's been really informative for me and has really made me appreciate even more how unique and special our country is and how blessed we are to have both the freedoms and the financial abundance and opportunities we have. I thank God for that specifically nearly every day.

Having said that, I also believe there can be a danger of making an idol of freedom.

I saw so many Christians wondering what God was up to when Trump lost this past election, based on an assumption that God's will was for Trump to win. I have to admit at some level I was in that camp.

I have almost 100% tuned out of politics and news since the election, so much so that my friend told me the other day that Rush Limbaugh had died and that Trump had been adquitted in the impeachment trial, neither of which I was aware of several days after they had occurred.

You know what, it's been great being unplugged in this way. I've been less angry and devoted more time to more important things.

But back to earlier point, I truly believe we will suffer a big loss of freedoms with the regime change in Washington, particularly Christians. As Christians, our job and our motivations should not have changed with this election, nor should our clarity and confidence that God is in control.

It makes me think that we should not have the same of freedom as the rest of the world.

In Exodus 8, God releases the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th plagues on Egypt, but He also makes clear through Moses why He wants His people to come out of Egypt. The reason is so that they could sacrifice and worship God.

In John 8:31-32, "31 Then Jesus said to those Jews who believed Him, “If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. 32 And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”

Galations 5:1 says " Stand[a] fast therefore in the liberty by which Christ has made us free, and do not be entangled again with a yoke of bondage"

From these verses I get a picture of freedom that's not the same as the freedom we often think of in the United States. It is not a freedom to do what we want. That's the motto of Satanism, to do what you wilt. Rather freedom is to no longer be a slave to sin but rather be a slave to Christ.

John 8:34 "Jesus answered them, “Most assuredly, I say to you, whoever commits sin is a slave of sin."

Romans 6:16 "Do you not know that to whom you present yourselves slaves to obey, you are that one’s slaves whom you obey, whether of sin leading to death, or of obedience leading to righteousness?"

Romans 6:22 "But now having been set free from sin, and having become slaves of God, you have your fruit to holiness, and the end, everlasting life."

We may not like the term "slave of God" and it might sound a little to restrictive. When we have that thought we need to reject it in the name of Jesus, because when we boldly claim our personal freedom and exalt it above all other things ultimately is idolatry and leads to us trying to make ourselves god of our lives.

Notice the reward at the end of Romans, it says "you have your fruit to holiness, and the end, everlasting life."

Is this heaven after we die? Maybe, but don't forget John 17:3 "And this is eternal life, that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent."

For those of you can relate to me and were in bondage to sin in your past in ways that really hurt yourself and others, you can probably agree with me when I see that God's freedom rather than being "freedom for myself" is more like "freedom from myself.

You might be wondering what the application of this little message is to our work.

The world will tell you that work is a necessary evil, and you've got to go to work because of the golden handcuffs.

They'll tell you that you're serving a 45 year sentence and you'll only be "free" when you retire, only to be let down when you retire, perhaps filled with regrets and lacking purpose.

God's vision for our work is much different. He gave Adam and Even work as his first gift, and it's still a gift for us today and one for which we should thank him for daily.

When we're in relationship with Jesus, work is just a part of a joy-filled life fully submitted and devoted to Him.

When I got saved I went to a Promise Keeper's event and bought the CD for the music from that event and one of my favorite songs I would play over and over was "I am free".

here are the lyrics. I found these being attributed to Newsboys, I don't know if they originally wrote the song or not.

Through You the blind will see Through You the mute will sing Through You the dead will rise Through You all hearts will praise Through You the darkness flees Through You my heart sings

I am free I am free Let me hear you

And I am free to run (I am free to run) And I am free to dance (I am free to dance) And I am free to live for You (I am free to live for You) I am free (I am free) Yes I am free (yes, I am free) ...

Through You the kingdom comes Through You the battle's won Through You I'm not afraid Through You The price is paid Through You there's victory Because of You my soul sings I am free

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Truth and Freedom

If you abide in my Word, you will truly be my disciples. And you shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free

John 8:31-32

Jesus died on a cruel cross not only to save us eternally, but also to liberate us from bondage. Any bondage. Demonic, emotional, mental, family, physical or any other type that robs us of the life He desires for us. Anything that keeps us from experiencing the Christ life that comes through His Spirit, He wants to liberate us from. "Normal" for those in Christ should be defined as a life of peace, happiness, compassion, able to hear the Shepherd's voice, able to live free from fear, anxiety and pain from our past among a host of other "benefits" that we inherited at our salvation. However, everything Jesus died to give us doesn't fall on us like ripe cherries when we are born again! That's why Jesus spoke in John about truth and freedom. Genuine freedom can only come as truth gets down inside our hearts and that can only happen when we internalize His Word into our spirits. God's Word is like no other book. Hebrews says it is "alive and active and able to go beyond our souls into our spirits". Psalms says that "the entrance of thy Word gives light". Something takes place inside me as I meditate on the wonderful truths found in the Bible such as "if anyone is in Christ, he (or she) is a brand-new creation, old things are gone forever, and all things have been made new". What actually takes place is that as I read and think deeply (meditate) on the truth found in scripture the Holy Spirit of God takes that truth to the very core of my being, which is my heart and uses it to transform me at spirit level. He uses it to destroy the lies that cause me pain or bondage and replaces those lies with the liberating, life giving, joy inspiring truth from heaven! It is a true miracle! I have to do my part, "thy Word have I hid in my heart". He won't do it for me, but when I do my part then He does His part which is to do surgery in my heart and remove the cancer and replace it with life giving truth! That's why it is life or death for believers to let the light of His Word in their hearts constantly. To "abide" in His Word s to continually receive it. If you will be faithful to "attend unto my Word", He will be faithful change you from the inside out over time. For those who are tired of the same old same old it is time to dust off that Bible and get it into the heart so freedom can break loose!

Thank you for providing a way for me to be truly free from the junk that keeps robbing me of the life you died to give me!

Taking about former site leader, who passed away, knew name of everyone in the plant, if he saw you outside the plant he treated you like you were the most important employee in the company. but don't ever let him him touch any buttons

16 Therefore say, ‘Thus says the Lord God: “Although I have cast them far off among the Gentiles, and although I have scattered them among the countries, yet I shall be a little [a]sanctuary for them in the countries where they have gone.” ’ Ezekiel 11:16 NKJV

Passed my Ham exams, KO4MNF

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macduffharold · 4 years ago

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What Can You Do For Bruxism Marvelous Useful Ideas

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hwallsgrl-archive · 7 years ago

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what album do u own w the worst packaging?

thanks jackie the only person who reads my textposts………..

anyways here’s a disclaimer just in case anyone who reads this (as if) gets the wrong idea: im not an anti of this group!! how could i b an anti when i buy all their physical albums + albums that have multiple versions!!! (except this group only has one album w/ multiple versions and it’s this one and i hate the packaging so much that i really dont want to buy the other two im missing) im talking abt the packaging… not the artists not the songs not their hard work… just the Bad Design

Objectively, it can be said that (one of) the worst album packaging in K-pop is Neo Culture Technology 127′s second mini album Limitless. This title is quite contradictory considering the fact that Limitless is confirmed by everyone as one of the best albums (musically) from NCT, and yet the physical form cannot be helped. In this essay, I will be explaining why exactly the packaging is so mediorcre, and how SM entertainment did NCT dirty by allowing for this design to go through.

Limitless’ physical album is offered in 3 different versions: A, B, and C. In the simplest way, the album itself can be described almost like a “goodie bag” of sorts. The outer material is paper, and the contents are loosely thrown into the bag. Contents include the CD, a lyric book, a photo set, a random member poster, and some items may be randomized based on the version. I will be providing images of my album (version A) for reference.

This my album at first glance. The first fault lies in the sticker. As you can see, the shrink wrap of the album must be kept due to the fact that the sticker is placed on the plastic, rather than the album itself. Though some simply throw it away, some choose to keep it either by cutting it out, removing it and placing it elsewhere, or keeping the plastic. In the case of keeping the plastic, the album tends to snag on it’s neighboring albums on shelves. It’s also a hassle to constantly slide the album back into the plastic without ripping or stretching it.

Another fault lies in the material. The outer packaging of the album is made from kraft paper material. Because of this, the album is obviously susceptible to folds and dents. Constant moving of this album will only result in more damage.

The album is similar to that of an envelope, and there are stickers holding the flap down. As you can see, my stickers refuse to stay down because of constant opening and closing of the album. Not only that, but there is a tear on the “NCT 127″ sticker for the same reasons stated above. Although most of damage is (admittedly) due to owner error, there is no other way to get into the inside of the album. Furthermore, the glue from the stickers work too well and tear up the paper material underneath.

Once you manage to open the packaging without ripping up the outer material, you can see that everything is simply thrown inside. Though you may argue that the contents appear to be neat, that is of my own doing.

Majority of the content inside this album are loose stickers. This is an issue seeing as they are obviously smaller than the other contents (lyric book, photo set, CD, etc.) Any careless move may result in the damaging of these stickers (folds, removal of the backing, creases.)

And the final flaw is the CD case. However, there is one small pro to this list of cons. In the midst of how “in-your-face” the styling/design for this album, the minimalism of the CD case provides a nice break. Despite this, the CD case is made of paper thin plastic. Though the width provides more room for the other contents, this gives hardly any protection to the actual item that makes it a music album: the CD.

Though Limitless was a top tier album musically, the packaging just falls short. It’s disappointing seeing as SM clearly has the funds for better designers, but everything about this says “great concept, bad execution.” Thus, it can be said that SM ruined the physical form of one of the best albums NCT 127 has to offer.

if u read all of this? holy shit

but also sidenote: imo majority of their newer generation idols have bad packaging so lmao whatever im no economics or design major im just a broke college student

#ur in for a fucking RIDE #im not proofreading btw tumblr is very close to just exiting completely im not typing all this again HGJESK #newsgrl #ask.txt

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What has been one of the most challenging things you’ve experienced or are currently experiencing?

“One of the most challenging experiences of my life has been becoming a quadriplegic. A quadriplegic is a person who can’t move all four limbs. The hardest thing about being a quadriplegic isn’t the physical paralysis; it’s the mental paralysis that comes with it. Since I was young, I’ve had anxiety and depression, which have worsened since my car accident and becoming a quadriplegic. The reason it’s so hard is because (I was 23 when I first got in the car accident) I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with my life. One of the hardest challenges has been finding my life’s purpose, which is even harder when you’re anxious, depressed, not wanting to live, and trying to come up with ways to kill yourself, which is impossible when you can’t move your arms or neck. The other hard part is finding the motivation. Depression kind of saps you of motivation to do anything. I’m intelligent enough to know that there’s a different life I want to live. I could daydream about it and see it, but I couldn’t reach it. It took me about fifteen years to battle this. I’m a late learner, but I finally got through it, and I’m still getting through it. What I did to get through this challenge—I met with a therapist, I got on an antidepressant, and started to do some real mental health work. Right now, my life is looking a lot different than when I first got injured and in the middle of my injury.”

You talked a little bit about having anxiety before the car accident happened. Tell me a little bit about that? What was causing the anxiety?

“I first realized I was having anxiety when I was with my friends. I wouldn’t feel comfortable in large groups of people. I felt awkward, so I knew something was different about me. I judged my insides by people’s outsides. I also realized I was much less happy than my friends. I think, when I was younger, I was depressed; I just didn’t know it. This was all around the time I was 13 or 14 years old. Around this time, I discovered alcohol—it was a great numbing agent. I would drink myself into blackout states and that would be okay with me. I’d have fun in the beginning of the drink, but then I was a mess. The older I got, I discovered drugs. Basically, I was a garbage pail kid—anything I could get my hands on, I would do. I was doing that to fight the anxiety and depression.

“This came to a head when I was 17 and my mom died. I was in shock for months. She was in a coma for a week from an asthma attack and we had to make the decision to take her off life support. As a young man, 17 years old, I really didn’t have the tools to deal with losing my mother. My father didn't have the tools either. He came from that 1950’s era of men are silent, we shove our feelings inside. So that’s what I did, except they kept trying to come out and, luckily, I discovered drugs and alcohol, and that kept me comfortable and numb. I continued to battle the depression, anxiety, and the loss of my mother with alcohol and drugs until that came to another head. I became homeless and was living in a shelter. I got kicked out of the shelter. I was sleeping in my car, wherever I could find a place. Luckily, I had a car.

“As more time passed by, I began feeling helpless, and friends turned away from me because I was a mess. My parents were doing the tough love thing. I wasn’t allowed at the house. None of that seemed to help. So, one day I decided I was going to kill myself. Luckily, I’m still here. I was 21 at the time. From there, my story changes. I decided to get help. I went to therapy and I discovered the root of my anxiety and depression. I went to AA and NA meetings. I was sober for two years and, when I was 23, that’s when the car accident happened.”

You had already decided that you were going to turn your life around and start to deal with some of these underlying wounds, and you get hit with something else?

“Yes. I said a big fuck you to God … How could you do this to me now? That was hard to deal with, especially because when I was first brought to the hospital, they intubated me. I put my head to the side, closed my eyes, and stuck out my tongue. I was trying to tell them ‘just kill me, just let me die.’ The pain was the worst I had ever felt; I was so uncomfortable. I had a lot happen to me in a small period of time, and I had just started to deal with that. After I got home from the hospital and rehab, I reverted right back to being anxious and depressed. I was seeing a therapist, but I was purely keeping my issues topical. How do you prepare for a life in a wheelchair? Society tells you what a man is supposed to be and here I am, feeling like an adult baby. Being home was difficult.”

Tell me about the day of the accident, if you don’t mind.

“On May 21, 2003, I was making a mix CD using Napster or Lyme Wire, and I was late for work (I remember that). I got on I-95 going South, traffic was stopped ahead of me, I slowed down, I checked myself out in the rear-view mirror, and I happen to see a tractor-trailer approaching that wasn’t going to stop. Quickly, through my head, I said ‘just open the door and jump out,’ but there was so little time. So I just braced myself upon the steering wheel and waited for the impact. The impact came, it was the loudest noise I ever heard. The tractor-trailer behind me pushed my Volkswagen Golf into a tractor-trailer ahead of me. When the rescue workers got there, they couldn’t see my car. They just saw two tractor-trailers touching. While I was in the Volkswagen, I was knocked unconscious (I don’t know for how long). When I woke up, I saw a drop of blood on my right arm, and I couldn’t move my right arm, so I thought to myself ‘okay, my arm must have been amputated during the crash. If that’s the worst that happened, I can live with that.' I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I figured it was because the dashboard was on top of my legs so, in my head, paralysis was not an option, it wasn’t a thought. I didn’t know about paralysis. Paramedics and firefighters arrived and the last thing I did with my left hand was squeeze the firefighter’s hand to let him know I was alive. Those guys were great, I still keep in touch with them, and they saved my life.”

From there, you were brought to the hospital. Did you recognize that you were worse off than you initially thought you were?

“Yes. I started to do a kind of self-diagnosis—like why can’t I move? Then, they started to ask me ‘can I feel this?’ ‘Can you feel me pressing on your leg?’ ‘Can you feel me pressing on your stomach?’ I kept saying no and started to freak out, yelling at the nurses ‘why can’t I feel? what’s going on?' Nobody was saying anything. About this time, my family arrived. I don’t believe in God, but, before the tractor-trailer hit me, I prayed to my mom to protect me. The first thing I said to my stepmother, Jane, was that my mom is here on my shoulder. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, if I’m looking for meaning, but it means a lot to me.”

You’re recognizing in the hospital that you’re in bad shape, you’re in a lot of pain, your family’s there, you’re trying to signal through your facial expressions ‘just cut me loose,’ that doesn’t happen, clearly, you make it through rehab, you get home, and you’re still in a dark spot. You’re suffering with depression, your anxiety has returned, and you’re feeling suicidal again. Are you self-medicating, as well?

“No, I wasn’t able to self-medicate because I can’t grab pills. So that was rough, but I was slowly dealing with it. After two and a half years of living home, I told Jane that I had to move out, I had to be on my own. So, I moved to a place in Farmville called New Horizons, it’s an assisted living facility, and I lived there for a year. I learned how to live on my own, which I never thought that someone who is paralyzed can do. I found my girlfriend there, fiancée actually. So, it was a good place for me. After that, I moved into a condo and I lived there for a couple of years. I broke up with my fiancée. We had a house built in Bristol for her, her son, and me. I decided to move to Bristol so I wouldn’t waste this gorgeous house that I built, and I lived there for about eight years. The whole time I mostly isolated myself. I wouldn’t go to family dinners or get-togethers, but sometimes, I would; it was up and down. Now, I know it was depression. When I lived in Bristol, I can remember opening pill bottles with my teeth to take, so I would self-medicate, but it was hard to do. Most of the time, I would drop them and get more pissed.

“My story picks up again in August 2017. I went to the hospital because I felt like I couldn’t breathe. They put me on a regular hospital floor, which means that there are two nurses for too many patients and one aide for all of the patients. I’m a quadriplegic so I need lots of help. I wasn’t doing well on the floor. They weren’t listening to my complaints about not being able to breathe. Long story short, it ends up that my lungs were completely plugged with mucus from top to bottom. They do a bronchoscopy and give me a trach (which is a tracheostomy). They give this to me because my diaphragm wasn’t working the way it was supposed to be and I needed another airway. I had the tracheostomy to clear my secretions and to give me an open airway. Having a tracheostomy means that I require 24-hour care, so there’s always someone with me. This is a big change after living on my own.

“This time when I got out of the hospital, I went home and started passing out. One time, I actually coded and my step-mom brought me back. It turns out that I was bradycardic, which means I had a low heart rate. So, now I have a pacemaker. It was at this time that I met my therapist, Kerry, and my life started to change. There’s something about her that invited me in to talk about myself. I opened up and we got down to business right away. Like I said, I’m a late bloomer, I’m 39 years old. It took me all this while to figure some stuff out. With the help of medicine, therapy, a lot of hard work, and gratitude, I’m in a much better place today.”

I imagine that it would be pretty easy to remain in a negative space and to feel sorry for yourself and be upset with the circumstances, yet, somehow, you’ve found the will to live, you found space for gratitude, you found an opening in terms of an awareness to look at yourself and to open yourself up in therapy, which I think is probably a huge difference from where you were prior to the accident because you talked about just skimming along the surface, very topically. Tell me about how you got to those places of transformation, gratitude, and the willingness to dive in a little deeper.

“I’ve always been introspective. When I lie in bed at night, my brain does not stop; I’m constantly thinking about my interactions with people and how I feel. I’m constantly criticizing the way I think or act. I’m very hard on myself. With that being said, I’ve always been aware of what was going on. I just had it shoved deep inside me. The first thing we did was start a gratitude list, which I try to do in the morning when I wake up, just in my head, a couple of things I’m thankful for, sit and stew in it. It’s a good start to the day.”

Does that often lead you to think of more than two or three things to be grateful for?

“Oh, yes, no doubt; it starts a steamroll effect.”

I find that practice to be beneficial in my own life, as well, because it’s really easy to get stuck in how we want things to be, to get angry that they’re not the way we want them to be, and to forget all the many blessings we have before us. That can kind of change your mind set in an instant.

“That’s what I’m kind of struggling with reverting back to that negative place and staying in a positive place. Like I said, I’m a late learner, but I just learned the difference between personality and attitude.”

What’s the difference?

“Personality is what you’re given. Attitude is what you make.”

How has your life changed since you described this anxious kid … Were you living on your own at the time of the accident?

“I was living at home.”

So, you were living at home and you had started to develop a sense that you wanted to live a different way. You were on your way to work and, in a split second, your whole life changed and you were launched into a completely different trajectory. You spiraled back into depression and anxiety and had a sense of wanting to numb out and escape the way you were feeling. You find yourself back in that dark space. You move onto a living situation where you’re more independent and you find a love interest … you didn’t really get into the relationship, but you decide to part ways?

“We did.”

You move into this house that you had built. Through some other health issues, you then come to a space where you need 24-hour care. So, you went from a sense of independence to needing 24-hour company and care. You described yourself earlier as struggling with being an adult baby. I’m sure that played into what was going on in your mind, as well as criticizing and beating yourself up and then you get into therapy with a therapist who it sounds like has been life changing. At some point, it seems like you gained a sense of will to live and to keep moving along. What changed?

“The will to live is the story of my life since the accident. I’m driven by seeking out answers to questions that are known to all humans. What does it all mean? Why am I here? What comes next? What’s my purpose? All those questions kept me going, even through the darkest times. I just knew there had to be something different. I knew it was a choice. “

Why do you think you’re here? What do you think your purpose is?

“What I’m doing now is trying to inspire people through my artwork and through my writing. I try to put down on paper something that someone else can read and relate to if they’re going through a dark time, a happy time, no matter what it is.”

Has that been therapeutic for you?

“Yes, very cathartic. The art and painting has been the most cathartic.”

Were you writing and painting prior to the accident?

“I was writing, but never painting before.”

Tell me about how you got into painting.

“While at Gaylord, I remember seeing a video of a gentleman painting with a paintbrush in his mouth. I knew I could do it, so I started to do it, and I could. On April 7, 2019, I had my first art show.”

That’s amazing. How does it feel to be able to create art and writings that people can connect to?

“The praise I got from the art show totally blew my mind.”

It sounds like through this process of having something taken away from you, you’ve also gained something simultaneously.

“Yeah. I don’t think my life would be on the trajectory it’s on now if the accident hadn’t happened.”

That’s interesting because I think a lot of people look at life as a straight road or path. They kind of set milestones for themselves and think this one thing is going to lead to the next and we often get frustrated with the challenges and obstacles that arise in our lives. But, often, in hindsight, we can see that had it not been for that challenge or obstacle, it wouldn’t have led us to the thing that we’re extremely grateful for that’s allowed us to reach a higher sense of self or purpose in our lives, and it sounds like that’s been your experience.

“I would agree with that.”

What sort of coping skills have you used to get through these hard times in your life?

“Right now what I do, especially when I’m anxious, I put all of my anxieties in a sort of mental hot air balloon and I let the hot air balloon go into the sky.”

So, you envision it?

“Yes, I envision it, or I’ll start counting, saying random numbers, because your brain can’t process the anxiety and do something else at the same time. So, you trick it with doing long division or something.”

So, you give it another task to do besides worry?

“I do.”

That helps to derail it from the process of getting stressed and anxious.

“I paint. Even when I don’t want to, I do it. There’s just something about it … I feel more alive when I’m creating.”

I feel you on that and I think that’s probably true for a lot of artists. It’s not necessarily about what they’re trying to paint, the audience that they’re trying to connect with, or whether or not this is going to be a masterpiece in a museum someday, but it’s about the act of being so present in that moment where you’re connected with creation. When you think about what your beliefs around God are, that’s the energy of creation, that’s transformation. When you’re tapped into a space of vulnerability where you’re moving something from your internal space to your external space, that’s the source right there, right? I could see how that could be really cathartic and a moment where you’re not attached to thinking about the future and stressing about it or ruminating over the past. You’re just there in that moment.

“You said it perfectly.”

Thank you. What is it that you hope people will learn from your story and your experiences?

“That there’s a reason to go on. You have to make the reason, which is hard, but there’s a reason.”

It probably entails having to change the story you tell yourself.

“Exactly.”

What was the story you were telling yourself when you were in the negative space?

“I’m not good enough ... I’m worthless ... I can’t do anything ... Who’s going to love me? I want to die—things like that.”

And what did you spin that around to?

“I spun that around to I survived a suicide attempt. I survived a car accident. I survived coding multiple times. I survived another car accident. There’s a reason for me to be here.”

You’ve been in two car accidents?

“Yeah. One that brought me into the wheelchair, and one I somehow narrowly escaped from.”

Wow! Were you in a vehicle at the time or were you a pedestrian?

“I was in Vermont and I took a turn down a hill. I fishtailed and tried to go with the turn, but I was so nervous, I probably jerked the wheel, spun around, flipped the car over, and skidded down the hill on the hood of my car. Luckily, no cars were coming and I survived. I jumped out of the car and nothing was wrong with me.”

Wow! What more confirmation do you need in your life to prove that you’re supposed to be here?

“Everyone around me, before I got to this point, telling me exactly what you just said. I didn’t believe it. But I do believe it now.”

What have you learned about yourself through this process?

“I learned that I’m incredibly strong, sensitive, and determined. I’d say those are three good qualities I learned.”

If you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you about your relationships. I think for many people who have some sort of disability or have been through some sort of struggle that has broken them down emotionally, or even, physically in some way, they see themselves as unlovable. They feel like they’re incapable of being loved and often don’t even love themselves. So, for you, it sounds like within a few years of getting rehabilitated and becoming independent, you were able to open yourself up to a loving, romantic relationship. Tell me about that, if you don’t mind.

“When we met, it was amazing. We had so much in common. We went everywhere. I didn’t feel encumbered by my wheelchair. Our relationship was no different than people who are able bodied. The problem was, as time went on, I was kind of just putting my best foot forward and my depression and anxiety came out and she couldn’t live with someone like that.”

In opening your heart up to her, it also kind of unleashed some of your insecurities?

“At the time, I didn’t love myself; maybe a little on good days. I barely liked myself, I’d go as far to say.”

There's some truth to that cliché statement “You can’t love somebody else, until you actually love yourself.” What was the process of learning to love yourself like?

“Like I said, in the morning gratitude is big. If I can find gratitude, I can find something to love … I can love myself. I went back into my childhood and told the child that it was okay, he’s worthy of love. I told the teenager, who was searching, to end the pain in his life. I told him the pain will go away. I told the quadriplegic me, that it will get better.”

It sounds like you’ve done some powerful work in therapy.

“Yes, I have, and I’m proud of it.”

You should be. Many people find themselves in therapy because they’re forced into it. They’re going because they think they should, but they’re not actually being honest with themselves. If you’re not willing to be honest with yourself, there’s not a lot of work you can do besides just tell the therapist what you think they want to hear. I did that for a number of years myself and didn’t get anything out of therapy. It kind of made me a little biased against therapy, thinking, “Oh, what good can come out of talking about your problems?”, and later realized I wasn’t really bringing to the table the roots of any of my issues I was suffering from in my life. It wasn’t until I started doing that, that things began to change. Maybe you can speak to this. Was it a comfortable process?

“No, it wasn't a comfortable process. I just spoke with my therapist yesterday and we went over what you and I would talk about today, and that was very uncomfortable. To go back into the past—it brings up all those feelings.”

What do you do when you have an intense, really uncomfortable, even painful session with your therapist? How do you move back into a space that is comfortable and safe?

“I’ll change the subject right away. She’ll laugh and say ‘I could tell you were getting to this point.’ Then, we just talk and I’m myself again.”

You kind of test the limits of how far you can go. When you realize you’ve come up against a barrier or space that is too painful or too uncomfortable, you just back it up a few feet, and then you move from that space?

”Right, and the great thing is that, after about ten minutes, it will be in my mind, and I’ll mull it over, bring it up again, and get past that point.”

I think that’s a beautiful metaphor and technique for any sort of challenge or obstacle in life—keep trying. If you meet an obstacle you can’t overcome the first time, take a break, recollect yourself, and try again. Eventually, you overcome it and move past it and, on the other side, there’s more open space, more opportunity for growth. I think a lot of times, our lives can become smaller, more isolated, and more miserable when we let fear define the space we operate in. We don’t challenge the fear because it feels terrible; it’s really uncomfortable.

“That’s what I’m working on now. I tend to isolate myself, which is fear of going outside the house. So, I’ve been going out to paint and run errands, anything to get out of the house. Just trying to flip the script. Trying to get out of my comfort zone.”

I imagine if you built your house, you were able to adjust it to your needs. So, tell me about going into public, some of the challenges that you’ve encountered.

”Me feeling uncomfortable … Are people looking at me? They’re staring. That kind of stuff. Sometimes it brings me down. Basically, aside from a sidewalk not having a proper lip, there aren't many challenges.”

Nothing you can’t overcome, having been through what you’ve been through already?

“Yeah.”

It’s probably given you quite a sense of strength and resilience, all of the different moments in your life where you were pushed to the brink of either giving up or even death, and yet still coming out on the other side, willing to show up to life and whatever that moment presented to you.

“I don’t want it to sound all peaches, because I still think about death. I think about how I would end my life when I’m having bad days. I know how I would do it, but I don’t want to, but I still have those days, and that’s why it’s a work in process.”

When you have those bad days, what tools do you utilize?

“I’ll call my therapist or somebody in my family. Sometimes, I sit and stew in it because I’m used to the comfort I used to get from that. What else do I do? I’ll try to do something different, I’ll do an activity, even if it’s just going on the computer.”

In twelve-step programs, they say move a muscle, change a thought. It seems really simple, like oh that’s not a substantial thing, that wouldn’t make a difference, but it really does seem to make a difference. Whether it’s picking up a phone and calling somebody, washing dishes, or just moving your feet a few paces, it can be enough to change your thinking.

“Twelve-step programs have some of the best sayings.

Yeah, right; they’re full of slogans. Do you still go to meetings?

“No, I don’t.”

Where do you find support?

“Right now I’m looking to join a support group for that reason.”

Yeah, certainly there are people who have had similar experiences.

“There are people I can learn from and there are people who can learn from me.”

Where do you see yourself and what do you see yourself doing with these experiences, in the sense of wanting to share your story and inspire others?

“Right now, I’m trying to sell my artwork and I want to publish my poetry.”

Tell me about the writing process. It seems like you don’t have use of your hands. So, how do you write?

“I use Dragon to dictate. I do miss writing. I loved the art of writing and penmanship.”

It’s incredible that you’ve found ways, with limitations, to connect your mind with your heart, and then share it with the world around you. That’s inspiring.

“I called my art show ‘A Work of Heart.'”

A Work of Heart? I love that.

”Except I looked on line and somebody has a workshop with that name, so I can’t use that. I made tee shirts and everything.”

Did you? That’s great. I know when we were leading up to this interview, walking to the park today, you had expressed that you had some nerves around sharing your story and you had processed this a little bit in your therapy session leading up to this. Having made it through most of the interview now, how are you feeling?

“Pretty good. Much less nervous.”

Good. I may have asked you this already, but what advice would you give somebody who is struggling, is in a dark place, or is processing some grief in their lives … what sort of hope or inspiration would you offer them?

“I’m the worst at giving advice.”

Think about it in terms of yourself.

“I would want someone to tell me that it gets better. I would want someone to hold me until I cry, because that’s something I don’t do enough of.”

Yeah, that got me. Wow.

“I just want people to know that it gets better and, if they’re at that point, please don’t end your life, because there’s a reason you’re here.”

Right on. We don’t often know what the reason is, but it is revealed to us through time.

“You have to believe.”

How has it felt to share your experiences, thoughts, and feelings with me today?

“It’s great because it reminds me of what I want to do.”

Is there a quote, a piece of advice, a song lyric that resonates with you that you’d like to share?

“Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places, if you look at it right.”

What does that mean to you?

“It’s half my life. I’ve been through all of these downs and darkness, but all the while, if I looked, there could have been light. It also means that it wasn’t until I reached those low points that I came to know myself.”

It was part of the process?

“Yes. The work starts at the bottom.”

I like to think of that in terms of nature. Often, when we’re growing something, we have to bury a seed in the darkness of the soil, even with the manure, the shit (the shitty experiences)—and it takes that—a little bit of rain, some sun, and a lot of pressure and pain. The seed experiences pain in order to burst out of the shell and come up through the dirt to find the light. I think that’s true in our own lives as well, as human beings. It takes that darkness, pressure, and transformation to give us the strength and the resilience to move through whatever dirt stands in our way to reach towards the light.

”That’s a good analogy. I have a lotus tattoo and they grow in mud. So, this beautiful flower emerges from mud. I think it goes back into the mud at night and re-emerges the next day. I find that significant.”

You can’t have one without the other. They need each other. It sounds like you’ve learned a lot from your darkness.

Matt: Still learning. It’s great that I do all this work by myself with my therapist but, without expressing it to the world, what good is it? Sharing my story with you helps me to see where I’m at today.”

It helps you sow more seeds.

“Yes.”

I realized that too in therapy, which is why these interviews have a very therapy-like style to them. If what we talk about in therapy, and how we open our hearts, and bring more awareness and insight to the pain and wounds in our lives and how to heal, stays behind the doors and walls of an office and never extends beyond that into our relationships, our community, and the people we interact with on a daily basis, what good is it? I think the greatest impact we have is to share who we are and what we’re going through with each other; that’s how we learn. You clearly recognize that and you have the courage to do that, because it does take courage.

“Just the other day, I made myself vulnerable when I told a woman how I felt about her. That was huge.”

I think without being vulnerable, we can’t access the very things that we long for … the joy, gratitude, pleasure, connection, and love.

“And the great part was that it didn’t go as I expected. So, now I’m dealing with rejection, and that’s okay. Because I made myself vulnerable, and that was a big step for me.”

If we were all to give up after feeling that first sting of rejection, we would miss out on so much. Eventually, through 10 no’s and go fuck yourself’s, someone says yes and we would never get to that place if we gave up. Thank you, Matt, for sharing your story.

“Thank you, Corey, for letting me share my story.”

#disabled #handicap #resilience #mentalhealth #courage #faith #art #adapting #gratitude

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sprinklesfreak · 7 years ago

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I wrote a little phase 4 Gorillaz fic this afternoon. It’s fairly short (about 3k words) and mostly humorous.

It’s about 2D getting locked in his room in a metaphysical sense but not a literal one, the song ‘Life on Mars?’, and friendship. Noodle is there too! There’s a little bit of violence but it’s all silly and cartoony, and nothing too mature other than that. Give it a read, I think it’s good!

2D was locked in his room. This was not an easy feat, because his room did not actually have a door, only a bead curtain (it had a door once but Noodle took a chainsaw to it last month when she thought she saw that talking pizza floating through it, but it was actually just a totally normal pizza slice that had gotten stuck to the door somehow). But the other day Murdoc had dragged 2D in and explained that, even if he wasn’t physically locked in his room, they both understood that he was metaphysically locked in and since they were basically the same thing anyway it would be impossible for 2D to leave. It was a very convincing argument. Murdoc explained that he had apparently invited a ‘lady friend’ over and didn’t want 2D scaring her off. Then he shambled off, ignoring 2D’s frantic requests to know when he would be let out.

That was… Monday? Possibly? It might have been Monday. Now it was Friday and 2D was still locked in, although really he could leave anytime he wanted. But Murdoc said that would be against the laws of metaphysics and that metaphysics demons would drag him down to metaphysics Hell if he left. Murdoc made metaphysics Hell sound terrifying, so 2D just stayed inside. He hadn’t eaten in a whole day and he was absolutely starving.

At first 2D had just ordered pizzas to eat while he was metaphysically locked in his room. But then he realized that by going downstairs to get the pizzas from the delivery guy, he was leaving his room, therefore breaking the laws of metaphysics and bringing himself ever closer to metaphysics Hell. So that was a no go.

Then, this morning he figured he would call up Russel to help him. Russel was usually very understanding about the sorts of situations that Murdoc got him into. So he picked up his cell phone, dropped it accidentally and cracked the screen, cried about that a bit, and then dialed Russel, who was birdwatching in the park at the time. At first he was horrified that Murdoc would lock 2D away with no food or record player or anything, but then remembered that 2D’s room didn’t have a door and got a bit confused. The metaphysical explanation made more sense when Murdoc gave it, so even though 2D did his best, Russel didn’t quite grasp the very real danger that 2D was in and went back to enjoying the serene day at the park, even inviting him to come by and join him. 2D wished he could go to the park. But then the demons would get him.

He would’ve called Noodle but she’d been gone for the past week. She took a couple of guns and some ammo, a briefcase full of knives, and eight swords (plus her lucky katana, which she said was extra good at slicing heads off), so nobody was really that worried about her, but it would’ve been nice to have somebody else to get help from.

And he couldn’t call Murdoc, because according to Russel, his lady friend’s visit had ended so terribly that he had spent the last few days in a self-induced coma. Probably induced by excessive quantities of alcohol.

2D sighed very dramatically and flopped face first down onto his bed. The Gorillaz-branded blanket on it was soft and cozy, so it was a good place to flop down. After a moment of feeling around under the sheets, he pulled out an in-progress friendship bracelet and started knotting it. It was practically a reflex at this point. He was making a set of friendship bracelets for the whole band to wear so that everybody would know they were friends.

As nice as working on the friendship bracelet was, it wasn’t the most exciting task. Maybe some music would be nice? He put it down on his desk and ambled off, absentmindedly pushing the bead curtain aside as he went off to go get something to listen to. The band kept their shared collection of records, CDs, and the technology that went along with them in the big living room, though sometimes Murdoc got a bit whiny and took his own albums to his room where nobody else could listen to them. Mostly they were just metal and 2D didn’t listen to them anyway. Idly he flipped through his own little corner of the collection. Seeing the De La Soul CD made him wonder how those guys were doing. He’d give them a call but his cell phone died when he went on a selfie spree after calling Russel, and he’d lost his charger. Finally he came across his very favorite, Hunky Dory. He brought the CD up to his room, cheerfully humming the tune of ‘Oh! You Pretty Things’.

Once he got back to his bedroom, 2D eagerly pulled the CD out of its case (he had it on vinyl too but he had lent it to Noodle, so it was presumably locked away in her room until she came back). Then he realized he forgot to bring the CD player. Muttering a few curses, he went back downstairs again. He was halfway there when, with a jolt, he remembered.

Metaphysically speaking, he was locked in his room.

He bolted back upstairs as quickly as he could, which was very, very fast. Out of the corner of his eye, he could’ve sworn he saw a metaphysics demon launching its stubby little body at him, ready to snatch him up with its metaphysical claws and drag him off. Murdoc said metaphysics Hell was even worse than normal Hell (and he’d know, he vacationed there sometimes, always came back marginally friendlier than usual though that wasn’t saying much). In mere seconds he was safely locked back in his room.

With no way to play his CD.

Dejected, he replaced the CD in its case and stored it safely on top of his desk next to the typewriter. He’d gotten himself all excited to listen to it, too. Though he was disappointed, he figured trying to play something off it would be fun too.

2D picked up one of the many keyboards he had by his bed and attempted to play ‘Life on Mars?’ from memory. He’d actually written out the sheet music once, though he’d since misplaced it. Still, after a few tries, he was pretty sure he remembered how to play it. He cleared his throat, took a deep breath, began playing, and sang, “It’s a godawful small affair-”

Then Cyborg Noodle crashed through his window, knocking over a fortunately unlit candle in the process.

He shrieked and jumped up, barely catching his keyboard before it clattered to the floor. Murdoc said he sent her off to live in Florida! Something about there being so many weirdos there that nobody would mind a violent cyborg with incredible guitar skills. But here she was, picking herself up off his floor (now strewn with broken glass) and glancing around wildly. She had quite few more bullet holes in her than last time he saw her. Patches of torn-off skin revealed the sparking wires that animated her. Worst of all, her hat was missing. She used to have such a cool hat.

Still, she was a familiar face, albeit an unnerving one. Which was sort of what she was built to be, anyway. So 2D greeted her with a cheery “Hullo! It’s okay, I don’t mind you interrupting me. I was just about to play ‘Life on Mars?’. Wanna hear?”

Cy’s head swiveled around to face him, though the rest of her didn’t. Funny, she didn’t used to do that. She eyed him coolly for a moment, or at least he supposed she did, since her bangs covered her eyes and he couldn’t see them.

And just as she did so, the real Noodle came through the hole in the window, knocking over the rest of the candles 2D had nicely displayed. “Hullo!” he said, but she didn’t seem to notice. Instead she brushed herself off and delivered a roundhouse kick to Cy’s face before she could even react. The cyborg went down, and Noodle planted a combat boot-clad foot firmly on her chest. Though she tried to wriggle her way out, it was clear that Cy had sustained a lot of damage, and she was unable to get back up.

“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing? She helped me untie my shoelaces when I got them all knotted up once! She’s nice sometimes!” 2D exclaimed. Noodle shot him a glare and shook her head. He noticed that she hadn’t covered up the scars under her eye with makeup like she usually did. In fact, she looked a good deal scruffier than usual.

Cy was scrounging around on the floor, desperately reaching for a weapon of some sort. She ended up grabbing a friendship bracelet and chucking it aside before finding an empty bottle to brandish.

“This is not a very wise course of action.” stated the cyborg in a matter-of-fact tone. She didn’t speak much, but when she did, her voice sounded exactly like Noodle’s. Murdoc had actually neglected to tell 2D that Cy could talk until he had known her for a few weeks. Then Murdoc had her sneak up right behind 2D in the dead of night and say, “The whales are coming for you.” He actually burst into tears, which Murdoc thought was hilarious.

Noodle didn’t seem intimidated by the bottle, though. She drew her katana and, in one swift motion, decapitated Cy and kicked her head across the room. 2D yelped in horror at the sight of her body twitching on the floor, leaking hydraulic oil, with loose wires dangling from the stump of her neck. That sort of thing was cool in the movies but definitely not in real life.

“Come on. We could have just talked this out.” said Cy’s head over in the corner. Noodle glared at her and turned back to 2D, giving him a sunny smile.

“What’s up?”

“Uh.” He tried not to look at the spray of hydraulic oil that was currently staining the front of her purple trench coat. “Not much. Murdoc locked me in here and Russel said I was being silly, so I decided to play ‘Life on Mars?’ but then you came in my room and killed cyborg you.”

“I’m not dead!”

Noodle tried and completely failed to figure out what any of those things had to do with each other. One thing stood out to her, though.

“Your room has no door. I don’t see how Murdoc could possibly lock you in.”

“Metaphysically. He explained it and it made loads of sense. If I leave, metaphysics demons will come and drag me off to metaphysics Hell. They almost got me when I went down to get the CD player!” he explained.

Noodle sighed. “I think he was making that up to scare you. Metaphysics hell isn’t real, and he probably just told you that so you wouldn’t leave.”

“You really think he would do that? Just lie to my face?”

“Almost daily, he brags about how easy lying to you is.”

“But- but he wouldn’t do something like that!”

Cy chimed in. “Murdoc would do something like that. I would know. He built me. I was literally programmed to see him as a God, and I still think he is a disturbed and pathetic man. Even if I do have to pray to him every night.”

“...What?” Noodle asked, incredulously.

“I could tell you all sorts of things. We could have been so close, you and I. Like sisters. But then you went and chopped my head off.” Decapitation seemed to have made Cy chattier. 2D just sort of stood there, awkwardly, with absolutely no idea how to react.

Noodle sighed, sat down on the bed, and motioned for 2D to sit next to her. He conspicuously brushed the friendship bracelet under the blanket, trying to prevent Noodle from seeing it but instead only ensuring that she did. She didn’t say anything, though.

“I tracked the cyborg down to Florida. She had a job working at a gator farm, but since Murdoc was a pretty sloppy programmer, she snapped and started robbing tourists at gunpoint.”

“That’s horrible.” murmured 2D.

“Not really. Those people are annoying. But I worried that she could grow more violent, and although I managed to bring her back to the country safely, she went haywire and started attacking me as soon as I refused to buy her a fancy dress she saw in a window. It was only luck that brought us here just as our battle was about to end.”

“It was on sale for fifteen pounds and you still said no!” claimed Cy.

“Be quiet or I’ll use you as a flowerpot. Actually, I’ve been looking for a new pot for one of my bonsai trees. You’re treading on very thin ice.”

“So… you killed her?”

“I temporarily disabled her. She cannot hurt anybody now. Perhaps I will be able to fix the many flaws in her programming and put her back together.”

“It’s, it’s kinda weird, I think,” 2D said, “when she first came along she looked just like you at that age.” Of course, he only knew this from photographs, since the real Noodle didn’t return to the band for a while after that whole Plastic Beach fiasco, but the resemblance really was uncanny. “And now she looks so much smaller than you.”

“That was a long time ago, of course.”

“I know! It’s just funny. I mean, I remember when we first met and you only came up to my knees! And now you’re almost as old as I was then!”

“I’m older, actually, by quite a few years.”

“Well, I was, what, thirteen? Fourteen?”

“Nineteen or twenty, I believe.”

“Murdoc was right, you are brainless.” Cy called out.

“No, I do have a brain, I think. Actually, I’m not quite sure what organs I still have, but, er- look, anyway, Noodle, you used to be really little and now you’re not. Uh… does that make sense?”

Growing up around 2D, Noodle was uniquely qualified to follow his rather spotty trains of thought. “I think it’s incredible, too. I still remember how afraid I was sealed up in that box. I was afraid of all the unknowns in my future. I was suddenly being pushed into a life completely unlike anything I had ever known. Sometimes it was terrifying- I mean, I spent half my teenage years on the run from pirates- but in the end, I think it has all been for the best. I’m so glad that, of all the newspaper ads that could’ve ran that day, it was yours.”

2D twiddled his fingers, no clue how to reply to something like that. He was great at writing lyrics but not so much with conversations like this.

Again, Noodle knew that. The two of them were, after all, best friends. So instead of putting pressure on 2D by waiting for him to respond, she gave him a big hug, inadvertently smearing hydraulic oil from her coat onto his tee shirt.

“Now, come on,” she said, “Let’s go. You’re not locked up anymore.”

“Are.. are you sure? I could have sworn I saw a metaphysics demon back out on the stairs!”

“I believe that it was only a figment of your frightened, overactive imagination. But, just in case, I’ll bring my lucky katana along.”

2D beamed at her. “Okay! Do you wanna go to the park and watch the birds with Russel? He asked me to earlier but I was too afraid to go out. And maybe we can wake up Murdoc and bring him along!”

“Murdoc is asleep?”

“He put himself in a coma.”

“Ah.” Noodle nodded, not really wanting to know the details. “Well, maybe we should let him get his beauty sleep.”

“He needs it!” Cy exclaimed.

“I was just about to say that.” Noodle replied. “But I think going to the park is a great idea. Oh, and we can try out that new ice cream place that opened!”

“Do you think they have butterscotch?”

“I think that they will.”

“Let’s go now!” 2D jumped up and began pulling his Converse on. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the poorly-hidden friendship bracelet. He couldn’t wait to give them to everyone.

Noodle followed him, though she asked him to change his oil-smeared shirt before they left. The two of them walked out past the bead curtain, cheerfully chattering about what else they had been up to recently.

“I’m still over here, you know! And my life has been nothing but torment! Why aren’t you including me in your little friendship fest?” shouted Cy, but they weren’t listening.

#gorillaz #sprinkles has the mic #my fic #2D #noodle

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simontams · 7 years ago

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100 Favourite Character Asks:

Thought I'd make my own one of these because I'm bored~ Sorry, they're very long ones... Mention the favourite Character that you chose each time you answer...! _______________________________ 1. Who do you ship them with, if anyone? ❤️ 2. Do you know their middle name? If they don't have one or one isn't mentioned what would you choose for them? 💬 3. How do you view them in regards to yourself? (i.e. Would you call them your spouse, partner, child, friend, more of a sibling, etc, or even enemy (cause we all know how far loving to hate characters can go). 👬 4. What colour do you associate them with? 💛 5. What do you headcannon their hogwarts house to be/ do they have a canon one? (i.e. They're from Harry Potter). 📚 6. In one sentence, summarise why they are your favourite character. 🖊 7. Are they, by definition, alive? If not and you'd choose to bring them back, how would you go about that? ⚰️ 8. If they were to meet another character you like from any other franchise, who would you choose and why? Would they become friends? 👽 9. If you met them do you think you would both get along well? What would you bond/ argue over? 🤓 10. If you were organising a nice, well deserved break for them, what place would you choose, what kind of holiday would it be, and who would you invite along? 🏖 11. You're making them breakfast on a chill Sunday morning, what do you give them and do they stay to eat with you? If so, what do you chat about? 🍳 12. You can change one thing about your character for better or worse, what is it? Do you think it would affect their personal storyline/ how they interact with other characters if this happened? 🤔 13. What flower would you associate with them and if for any particular reason, why? 🌸 14. Would you rather your character be killed off (despite their current canon status) and the franchise keep going without them for a long time or have the series/ book/ game/ comic/ anime, etc, last long enough with them in it to see them gradually loose personality and focus, becoming out of character? 🖥 15. Your character gets to canonically punch somebody else in the franchise in the face, who do you choose and why? (Did they do something to them or do you as the person who enjoys the show, etc, just have a personal vendetta so it wouldn't make sense in terms of plot?). 👊 16. They're organising a surprise date for their significant other, what do they plan and can they keep it a secret before the actual event?! 🔐 17. What sort of weird, hidden talent would you not be surprised they had? 🏸 18. Headcannon something cute and sentimental that they would characteristically do, for example, keeping a photo album of friends or impulsively getting their partner flowers for no specific reason? 💌 19. Do you dislike any ship that they're canonically a part of? Or any that's popular with fans that you don't agree with/ anybody at all really that you would theoretically hate to see them in a romantic relationship with? 💔 20. Who do they view as their best friend and what kind of inside jokes do you think they would have with this person? 💞 21. What kind of music do they like/ do you think they'd like? How do they choose to listen to it- vinyl, cd, download, cassette, live, etc- and can you name any specific modern artists that they'd enjoy? Would they like your personal taste in music? 🎶 22. Give one canon bad habit they have and a headcannon of one you think is plausible. 🍺 23. What is your favourite quote of theirs? 🗯 24. Who in the franchise do they not interact with a lot or not at all that you think they should see more of? 🤝 25. The main few characters of the show gets them a birthday present from each of them, what do they buy your character? Do they like it? What would you give them? 🎁 26. What do you think their mbti type is? Is it the same as yours? 😯 27. What do you imagine was their favourite story/ fairytale as a kid? What would their small self enjoy about it? 📖 28. Are they part of Lgbtq+ canonically/ do you view them to be even if not canon? 🏳️‍🌈 29. What is their nighttime routine? 😴 30. What do their canon interests/ hobbies include? 🎮 31. Top 3 things you wish you had seen them do/ become or that you wish for them to do in the future, if still ongoing? 💍 32. You and them have a hand wrestle- who wins- how do they react? Are they a sore loser, passionate winner or indifferent at the whole scenario occurring in front of them? 💪 33. They're your favourite character right? You intensely appreciate their fictional existence- what do you wish casual fans would appreciate more about them and, in turn, what factor of their hidden depth as a character, if any, do you find the most interesting? 👁 34. You're introducing them to your family, how and where do you do it? How does your character behave/ what does your family think of them? 👥 35. You swap roles for a day and you take on their daily routine and they take on yours...How do you find that? How do they? 👩🏻‍💻 36. You're allowed to design a tattoo for your character? What is it of? Or would you appreciate that they characteristically wouldn't like one and walk away? If they get it, and it's revealed, how do they react? 💘 37. Do you relate to them on any level? 🔍 38. You're placing them into the world of another franchise you enjoy for a week, what is it and can your character cope for that long, in terms of physical thereat, drama and other characters? Might they even enjoy it? 🌎 39. In your opinion, what's the most out of character thing they've done/ said in any form of canon? 🙄 40. They're asked the common question 'if you were stranded on a desert island what one thing would you take with you?', what do they answer? Are they logical or sentimental? 🏝 41. You get to say one sentence to them at one point in their timeline...what do you choose to tell them and when is this? Is it something hopeful when they're in a bad situation, is it thanks, a general joining in of present celebrations with them, a congratulations, a tip or clue to help them at the time, or even a joke to cheer them up, etc? 📢 42. If it's the same day and time in their location as it is presently is in yours, what would they currently be doing? ...I'm guessing the majority of answers here will be 'sleeping'... ⏰ 43. What percentage do you think their phone is usually on, or would be on if they don't canonically have one, what's their home screen and lock screen? 📱 44. What's their 5 most prominent character traits? Are they common traits within your other loved characters? Do you personally think that you posses any of these traits? 😎 45. If they weren't doing their current job what do you think they'd be good at? Is it something you'd enjoy to do too? 👩🏽‍⚕️ 46. Describe their handwritings appearance/ if not seen or plausible what do you think it would look like? 📝 47. What common fear do they have? Are they scared of spiders, heights, clowns, etc... do they have any canon unusual fears? 🤡 48. You are gifted with their company for 24 hours- but you can't leave your home town/ city, etc- what do you choose to do? Where do you go? Would they enjoy the company and change of scenery or would they storm off? Do you or them take charge with the planning or do you have similar interests and compromise? (Relates to number 9, in a way). ⏱ 49. You have to rename them after anybody you know in real life, what do you think would suit them? Would it make sense in their world/ location/ time period? 💭 50. When asked 'truth or dare?' what do they pick? Have they got something to hide or are they just really courageous and unpredictable? Are they genuinely honest and love to share or are they simply scared of acting inappropriately? Do you relate to their answer and reasoning? 💡 51. At what moment were you the proudest of your character? ☺️ 52. Is your character your current tumblr icon or background on any of your blogs, main or side? 💻 53. Your character meets the one character you associate with each of your friends, does it go well? Who are they meeting? Do any of them get along? Do any of the interactions shadow that of you and that particular friend compared to their character and yours? ☕️ 54. Can you think of any specific plot point or character storyline that would have been drastically influenced if your character did not exist in that franchise? In what way? Does their existence impact the bigger picture to the point of the canon or future estimated ending being completely different? 💥 55. It's a Saturday and they've invited you to theirs to watch a film or two for the evening with a takeaway, what is their movie and menu of choice, (specific or in general), and would you have chosen differently? Who falls asleep first and who, after seeing 3 films is eager to play another? Or are you both messes? 🍕 56. You have to swap favourite characters with a friend for the day? Who do you trust with this one and which character out of all of the options would you rather spend the day with? 😟 57. With your current set of cooking skills you have to make a meal for your character, this is your one chance of impressing them, what do you make and how does it go? If it goes wrong are they angry or do they have an alternate solution? 🍴 58. Does their fashion sense play a large part in their overall character, does it represent them, personality, uniform, etc, what is your favourite part about it and how long could you pull off wearing what they wear for, if at all? What would they comment about how you dress? 👔 59. Does any particular song, album or artist remind you of this character? 🎧 60. A bit weird, but considering you can't sense it through a screen or the pages of a book, what do you think they smell like? 🍉 61. If they had tumblr what would they blog about? What would their url be? Would they be aesthetic or are they meme trash? ...Would they follow you and your current content? 🐸 62. Would you rather kill them or could you not bring yourself to do it and they would kill you? 🔪 63. What do they dream about? 🦄 64. You take the reigns for a bit, write an episode/ chapter, etc, and whatever you say about the character becomes canon- what do you do with that power? 👀 65. If they were an animal what would they be and why? 🦋 66. What is their place of living like? Do they keep it tidy/ what's in it, etc? Is this canon or do you have any any theories about what their apartment or similar area might look like/ be organised? 🏠 67. What annoys your character the most? Pet peeves and the like. Traits and actions- Lying, feet on furniture, cluttered space, disloyalty, etc...in the same way, what do they value the most in a person? 😒 68. What is the difference between you and your characters last known/ current age- go to that number question if possible- it might be unknown or they could be immortal so estimate how old they look in mortal terms or how you imagine them to- and list another one of your favourites that you haven't been answering this for and answer that question alone on their behalf instead. 🔢 69. What about them/ which of their scenes makes you laugh? What makes you smile contently? What makes you frown? What makes you role your eyes? And finally what makes you want to give them a good shake? 🙃 70. Everyone's a critic- name something genuinely problematic and unnecessary about your character. 👎🏼 71. Do they have a pet/ if they did what would it be and along what lines would they call it/ would they not like one? 🐾 72. What's their idea of an ideal weekend? 🌤 74. What's their most valuable skill/ power? If it's something of significance in the plot do they ever use it to save/ harm anybody? 🥇 74. If they started a band, what would their role be, what would it be called and which other characters would be in it? 🎸 75. If they acted arguably unforgivably against another character in the franchise that you love, would you defend them when faced with other fans or at least let it slide? Or would you loose a significant amount of respect, enough to degrade them so they weren't your favourite anymore? 😨 76. Okay it's the majority vs the few scenario, save the world at the cost of a life- Would you choose to save every character that you have ever loved from all of the franchises that you follow if it meant sacrificing this all time favourite character to an irreversible fate? 💀 77. If you asked them 'What is the worst then best thing that has ever happened to you?', what would they tell you? 😬 78. On a scale of won't-walk-on-cracked-pavement to the-worlds-supposed-to-end-this-year-I-gotta-pack, exactly how superstitious are they? ☄️ 79. Name another favourite character of yours that is the polar opposite to this ultimate fave and in what way is that so? 🎭 80. What revelation shocked you the most about them, if any? Or what scene they were a part of did you find the most surprising and intense? 😱 81. What rules do they live by? Do they seem to have a sort of moral code? If they go by their own set of rules that dramatically conflict most people's or none at all has this ever caused them to clash with anyone or caused issues in any way? How strongly do they believe in this set of morals? 🚫 82. Are they 'the chosen one'? Or even a main character? 👑 83. They can time travel- either theoretically or in canon- and have no limitations on this ability: they can go back in time and influence their past- what do they change, how and why? Is it for their own sake or somebody else's? 🌀 84. Picture your character in your head...just imagine them a little bit...there we go: What expression is on their face? What are they wearing? What are the doing? What mood are they in? this is how you view them the most prominently...wow no... 🤠 85. Are they religious in any way? 🕍 86. How's their poker face? 😐 87. How do they pose in a photo if they have to be in it? Are they happy about it? Or are they the one taking it? 📸 88. Gimme one interesting fact about them that most people don't know, something random or obscure briefly referenced in some decade old short story or a long lost webisode? If you can't think of one... make it up and sell it. Make me believe it- not many people will be able to tell either way 🙊 89. Do they prefer sweet or savoury foods? 🍰 90. How did/ would they/ do they do in school, are they top of the class? Popular? Shy? Intelligent? Weird? Quirky? Bullied? Are they the bully? Do they have a stereotypical highschool sweetheart, are they in any clubs? Do they often get detention? ⚽️ 91. What is your character unapologetically confident about? When do they get passionate and excited? Where do they feel welcomed and comfortable? How do they express this? 🔭 92. If your character was a part of Disney, if they're not already, who would they be and why? ⭐️ 93. You want to get somebody to become interested in the characters franchise? How do you go about selling it and is this character your main selling point? 🗣 94. Tell me about them on Christmas Day? Where are the planning to go? Who are they with? What are they wearing? What do they eat? What do they get and how do they react? Are they excited? Do they help cook or decorate? How are they with the weather? Did they put the star/ angel on the top of the tree? How do they kick back on Christmas night? What do they do on Christmas Eve in anticipation? Do they work through the holiday? What are some personal traditions for this character this time of the year? Do they sing along to all of the songs? 🎄 95. Write a quick and catchy summary of your character for their dating profile 😏 96. Your character is an undercover spy: what do they choose to call themselves as a code name 🕵🏼‍♀️ 97. What common stereotype, if any, does your character fit? 💋 98. If your character was a sim what kind of stupid situation would they get themselves into a daily basis? If they are a sim up until this point I'm calling u out 😂 99. A zombie apocalypse breaks out, or an alien invasion or some kind of sudden, doomsday scenario- what is their instinct? Who do they call? Where do they run? What do they pack? Where do they hide? Or do they stay and fight for their home? What side of them is shown in this time of desperation? What methods do they use to stay calm? Or are they the first to loose it? Do we see some true colours coming to the surface? Bravery? Selfishness? Rebellion? Protectiveness? 🔦 100. Have they influenced your life in any direct way? For example, influencing your opinion on something, anything they've said making you think, what they represent having meaning to you, something about them helping you or guiding you in any way ...💝

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