#the uhhhh 25th

[ursifors]

pssssst. clay and i are gonna be playing some phasmophobia with tyler on thursday so if you wanna watch you should come by!

[lxdymaria]

˚✧ " The fallen leaves tell a story... ”  happy 1st anniversary elden ring! [ february 25, 2022 ]

[ask-the-cat-cafe]

Hey so this is the 1000 followers dtiys!! Told y'all it was coming soon

Uhhh y'all have until October 25th Nov 15th for this :) if y'all need longer then just tell me! (Put in the ask box)

Okay uhhh for the rules yk just simple ones like

Don't Trace

Don't steal

Uhhhh make sure to reblog this post with the art piece!! Don't post it separately, I'll link this post in the master post for easy access back

And pleaseee please Don't post it in the asks ‼️‼️ I love yalls art but it does clog the asks

The winner gets their art as the banner!

Uhhh other than that here you go! :) have fun

[gainerbf]

•How I’ve gained weight•

I’ve wanted to make a post like this for a while now because I get the question ‘how do I gain weight’ often. Here is an outline of what I’ve been doing

-In the morning, I try to have eggs. 4 eggs scrambled with a slice of cheese is my go to. That’s 24 grams of protein right away. Add a tall glass of milk (for me chocolate milk) and boom, 30 grams of protein immediately.

-I work on the road during the year so around lunch time I would try to snack on cashews and peanut butter crackers. Once I’m off work around 2-3pm, I would try to have a burger. Literally just a plain ass burger or 2 with ketchup. Alternate that with grilled chicken or a deli sandwich with some kind of red meat. Or even full fat greek yogurt is good.

-Dinner is…dinner. Eat whatever. Pasta. Pizza. Chicken. Steak. Burgers. Tacos. Hell pb n js will do. Go nuts

-IMPORTANT-

•Weight Training

I weight train. Almost every day. I can tell I am ruining some of your ‘ooo fat boy is out of shape. He probably can’t do a push up’ fantasies. Very sorry but I can. I can do a lot actually. I lift weights. I do lunges. I do squats. I have a fat fucking milkshake made up simply of ice cream and milk. Not even trying with the milk either, it’s low fat. Imagine if I did whole milk? In due time 😉 but this is important. I’m not saying ‘hit the gym blimpie!’. Get some dumbbells. Work your lower body. You need to do this anyways to carry your growing body. Plus you’ll feel A LOT better…and your ass and thighs look good, win win 😃

-Midnight snack/second dinner. My go to second dinner/before bed snack is a steak and cheese grinder. I don’t have it every night but probably 3-4 times a week. Again, it doesn’t have to be red meat but protein is key.

In conclusion

I started doing this for a few reason

My job causes me to move around a good bit and I lost weight because of it. I had no muscle. I was just pure fat. I wanted to change that and have

I figured it would help fill me out a bit more. Uhhhh mission accomplished 🥵

It’s healthy. Pretty simple

Final reason. I am always trying to find the most effective weight gain regimen. This is it. At least for me it is.

I’ve gained 23 pounds since June 25th. I have to make adjustments do to my upcoming work schedule but I plan on keeping this routine for the foreseeable future and even tweaking it a bit.

-I can add protein powder, whole milk and heavy cream to my milkshakes

-I can have 2 milkshakes a day (or 3 or 4 or just a constant stream 😅)

-I will go up in weight with my weight training. Increasing weight is key, don’t do a ton of reps because that is how you cut/tone. You want to build. Only way to build is to increase the weight you lift. Don’t hurt yourself. Start low, then grow

I’m not saying this is a guarantee plan for you. Everybody is different. But this worked for me. It DESTROYED a plateau I was hitting and then some.

Side note: this was influenced by a post that I have a screenshot of but I didn’t screenshot the name of the blog and I can’t find the post. When I see it resurface, will rb

[todayisafridaynight]

THE COLLECTOR'S EDITION IS BEING RELEASED THE SAME DAY AS THE YAKUZA DRAMA THIS POST IS LEGALLY ALLOWED ON THIS BLOG NOW

cant go on twitter cause every other post is shadow the hedgehog posting and if i see too much shadow the hedgehog posting im genuinely going to explode from excitement

[hollowcryofthegodless]

Sengoku Era Hashira headcanons

These headcanons have been microwaving since June, as I've always wanted to write about them, but life gets in my way sometimes. You might even get to know more about them once we finally get to Kokushibou's POV in Hinokami's Future! But now, dumb bullet points. I might even make a timeline about them if you guys get confused with their ages.

[Read More because it's Long, uhhhh content warnings for teen pregnancy and murder]

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Became a demon slayer at 16, his wife was killed when he was 15 and trained for nine months

Became a Hashira at just two months and began teaching his colleagues breathing techniques for easier time killing demons

Was 20 when he reunited with his brother and introduced him to the corps

Exiled from the corps at 24, after letting Tamayo go and the announcement that Michikatsu became a demon

Searched for Michikatsu in his remaining life

Became head of the Tsugikuni household to provide for Michikatsu's abandoned family, using Michikatsu's name. was a very hands-off head and doesn't even fight anymore.

He'd been a Hashira for 8 years before being exiled

Michikatsu Tsugikuni

Became a demon slayer at 21 after a year of training, became the Moon Hashira in half a year

Unlocked the mark before he became a Hashira, hence his promotion

Unpopular with most Hashira because of his antisocial and direct personality

Hates the Rumbling Hashira’s guts for basically poking fun of him and his need to be better than his brother

His breathing technique is hard to learn with its many forms, which is why most of his students gravitate towards Yoriichi's more, to his jealousy

Sends his family all of his allowance with the condition they never contact him again

Reluctantly slots himself back to the older brother role

Began vomiting up blood and has dizzy spells when he turned 24

His last conversation with Yoriichi was basically lambasting all of his insecurities towards his brother

Cares about the other Hashiras, actually, and seeing them die breaks him more and made him resent Yoriichi and the mark they all earned

Killed the Rumbling Hashira first (bozo) after he became a demon

Was a Hashira for 3 years before becoming a demon on the eve of his 25th birthday

Hijurou Rengoku

His name literally means fire

Three years older than Yoriichi and Michikatsu

The same Rengoku who found Yoriichi weeping at his wife's side and put him on the corps

Was the one who developed Flame Breathing and unlocked his mark at the age of 20

Dies at the age of 25 sick

His younger brother, six years his junior, becomes the Flame Hashira after his death

Very optimistic, bright, and friendly, the only one who worries over Michikatsu outside of his brother

Michikatsu visits him before he died

His presence within the corps was calming and peaceful that after he died nothing stays the same

He'd been a Hashira for 8 years

Married young at the age of 15, so he sympathized with Yoriichi’s dilemma

Had three children, his first was when he was 18, the next when he'd been 19, and the last when he was 23

Yuukijurou Rengoku

勇気 (courage, spirit)

Met Yoriichi when he was 15, Michikatsu when he was 17

Three years their junior

Unlocked his mark at the age of 16

Had a crush on Michikatsu

Married at 21

Had a child immediately, but the child dies due to sickness so he resolves to teach Hijurou's first son Flame Breathing

After Hijurou died, he became more spiteful and blamed Yoriichi for the marks

developed an alcohol addiction after Hijurou died

The same man who was part of Yoriichi’s trial when he spared Tamayo

Was killed by Kokushibou at the age of 23 when he finds the Rengoku estate

Hid Hijurou's children and tried to take Kokushibou on

Akito Izakuchi

義人 (righteous person) 雷 (literally thunder)

A year younger than the Tsugikuni twins

Is golden haired, and was considered a blessing by his parents because of it. He sees himself as thunder due to his hair color.

Became a demon slayer at 14, was promoted to Hashira at the age of 19

Unlocked his mark at the same age as his promotion

Michikatsu hates him, although he has a reason

According to Michikatsu, he hides his cowardice by taunting his peers, mostly the Moon Hashira

He never gets his name right, when he and Michikatsu go on missions together Akito asks personal questions, he acts innocent when he insults him, and finally he learns of Michikatsu's motivations and delves more into his mockery of him

Died at the age of 24 indirectly by Kokushibou. When he found out Upper Moon One was hunting down the Hashiras, he made his younger brother protect him

Kokushibou is enraged that he would put his brother in danger, he turns his brother into a demon and forced him to feed on Akito

Consequently, his younger brother became the first Upper Moon Two

Was a former tsuguko of Michikatsu, before switching to Sun Breathing and then developing Thunder Breathing from it. Michikatsu never forgave him for ditching his studies for his brother.

Kanae and Shinobu's ancestor

Yuuya Mizumoto

優 (gentleness) 穏 (calm) 水 (water) 元 (origin), because he's the first Water Hashira

Two years older than the Tsugikuni twins

Became a demon slayer at 15, was promoted to a Hashira at 18

Unlocked his mark when he was 19

Mellow and quiet, but he's an exemplary and assertive teacher when the situation needs him to be

Yuuya and Yoriichi usually pair up if Hijurou is not around or he feels overwhelmed by his exuberant personality

Yoriichi’s second student, and was close to Hijurou who was his other student

Died unexpectedly after having dizzy spells and vomiting blood, in his sleep

Michikatsu attended the funeral and went to a tizzy trying to solve why he died suddenly and Yoriichi didn't speak for a week

His tsuguko becomes the next Water Hashira and is the one who condemned Yoriichi after his brother betrayed him

Aoi's ancestor

Masaaki Kazahari

真 (truth) 秋 (autumn) 風 (wind) 張 (stretch)

The only Hashira the same age as the Tsugikuni twins, just a few months older

Became a demon slayer at 14, became a Hashira a few months after Yoriichi did

Didn't like Yoriichi and didn't learn from him because he thinks he has a superiority complex, so was surprised when he got to know him and learned he was humble

But goddamn his brother is worse and makes him feel a whole lot bad about his jealousy toward Yoriichi

His death was the main reason why everyone found out about the time limit the marks gave them

His sister is the next Wind Hashira after him (she was present at the trial with Yoriichi, and she tried to get him to stay to no avail)

Mitsuri's ancestor

Tsuyoshi Ishihara

強 (strong) 志 (aspiration) 石 (stone) 原 (origin)

Surprisingly, despite his large and tall physique, he is the youngest of them all, four years younger than the Tsugikuni twins

He became a demon slayer at 13, and became a Hashira at 17

The last surviving Hashira outside of Yoriichi, he was the only one who vouched for his mentor before he was exiled

Was killed by Kokushibou in his 24th birthday

Accepted his death and smiled at his old friend

no descendants since he was fully devoted to the demon slayer cause

[starshine-hockey-girl]

Part Two of my contribution to the @cellythefloshie birthday bingo

@pattiemac1 @penstxgal1968 @couldawouldashoulda50

Part One is here if you missed -

https://www.tumblr.com/starshine-hockey-girl/763686129652432896/my-late-addition-to-the-cellyfloshie-birthday?source=share

October 25th - Apollo Adventures - Pittsburgh, PA

The floral delivery driver opened the door to the travel agency. He carried a large vase filled with beautiful fall flowers. Calliope looked out from her office. “Can I help you?” she said as she got up from her desk and walked out to greet the driver. 

“Uhhhh, sure,” the driver smiled as gave an approving look at Calliope.

She was accustomed to the male gaze and chose to ignore the look. It had been nearly fifteen years since the death of her beloved Alphonso and she still had no interest in men. Her heart still belonged to her husband, even if they had been only given the gift a few short years of marriage. Her family begged and pleaded with her to give men another try. Once in high school, Sera had even joked that maybe she should try a woman instead. She responded to each comment with a sweet smile before she responded. “I knew the first time that he held my hand in church that he was the ONE,” she explained, “We had seven perfect years together. Why do I want imperfection now?”

Truthfully, she embraced and cherished her role in the family. She was the “eccentric” one who marched to the beat of her own drum and thumbed her nose at the idea of she should live her life according to the traditions of the family. Instead she took the modest life insurance money that her beloved left her and launched a travel agency with no formal education and little experience. Her niece, Seraphina, had decided to join her in the business with the promise to bring it into the world of the internet. 

Calliope patiently waited for the driver to finish gawking. “These are for a Sera Pappas,” the tall blonde with a hint of a southern accent said with authority, “Where should I put them?”

Sera looked up from her desk. She locked eyes with her aunt whose eyebrow raised in question. Sera knew in an instant that her aunt would have questions - questions that would demand answers. The driver, Calvin, nodded and placed the vase on Sera’s desk as she moved piles around. Sera resisted the urge to check the enclosure card until her aunt turned around.

Calvin and Calliope were locked in an unintentional standoff. Finally, Calvin broke the ice. “I am deeply saddened that I do not have an equally beautiful  bouquet to present to you,” he said with a smile, “Your man should do better.”

Calliope laughed, “I don’t have a man.” She was about to add, “And don’t want one,” before something inside of herself stopped herself. 

Calvin smiled, “We’ll need to rectify that situation immediately.” 

Calliope started to ask exactly what situation needed to be rectified immediately  - the bouquet or the man. However, Calvin exited with a gallant salute and bow. “Ladies,” he called out as he left, “It has been my honor to be in your presence.”

 Calliope turned Sera who in turn stared at the vase of flowers on her desk. She walked over to the desk and examined the flowers. She made it completely obvious that she was not going to move until the mystery of the flowers was solved.

Sera smiled to herself as she held the card in her hand. In the past two weeks, she had been on two dates with Sidney. They had another date scheduled for the next night, after his return from his road trip. Despite her best effort, she was unable to keep the grin off of her face. It was her first time receiving flowers, and she was awed by the amount of joy it had brought her. 

Calliope cleared her throat, “Spill it Sera.”

The relationship between Sera and Calliope was different from her relationship with her other aunts.  Although they were from different generations, the bond between them was more friendship than familiarial. Calliope, for the lack of a better term, was the “keeper of Sera’s secrets.” 

“The flowers?” Sera asked coyly. 

“No, the baklava,” Calliope deadpanned, “Who are they from? I need to know who or what is the cause of that glow you have had for the past three weeks.” 

Sera blushed, “There are from a man. They are from a wonderful man.” 

Calliope resisted the urge to grab the card from Sera’s hand. “And does this wonderful man have a name?” she smiled to put Sera at ease. 

“Yes,” she blushed, “Sidney……” Sera was about to say his last name but stopped herself. Calliope motioned her hand to encourage her to keep going. 

Sera smiled and told Calliope the story of how they met, complete with an animated impersonalization of Michaela. Then she filled her in on the story of how they remet in the park and their first date. Sera told her all of the details of how Sidney had picked her up and taken her to Sewickley Quarter. They sat at a hidden corner table on the back patio. He had been a perfect gentleman, and they had ended up shutting down the restaurant and then going for a long walk through the park afterward. So long of a walk that by the time she had gotten in her car to drive home, she had gotten the “where are you?” text from her parents. 

Their next date had been to ride on the Duquesne Incline up Mount Washington. Sera had taken notice that the ride operator allowed Sidney and her to ride in a car by themselves.

“And how exactly did he manage to do that?” Calliope quizzed Sera. She knew from experience that the Incline was packed all the time. 

“He was recognized,” Sera replied casually.

“Recognized how?” Calliope prodded, “What is his name again?”

“Sidney,” Sera repeated in an attempt to stall,  “Sidney Crosby.” Sera waited for a reaction from her beloved aunt. 

“Crosby….. That’s not Greek,” Calliope deadpanned, “Is his mother Greek at least?” Sera stared at her aunt as she processed the information. “Wait, why would he be recognized? I know that name though. Why do I know that name?” 

“He’s the hockey player,” Sera stated, “He plays for the Penguins.”

Calliope questioned, “And he is a good man? He treats you well?” 

“Oh Calliope,” Sera sighed, “He is sweet and kind. When I am with him, it feels like time stands still. When it’s time to leave, I have to force myself to leave.” Calliope’s eyes filled with tears. “Theía(Aunt), why are you crying?”

Calliope grabbed her face and kissed her forehead, “Because seeing you happy makes me happy. Just wait until your father finds out.” 

Sera tried to reign in her excitement, “It’s only been two dates. I don’t think that I need to alert the family yet.” 

Calliope smiled, “It will be our little secret then.”

THE NEXT DAY - Apollo Adventures - Pittsburgh, PA

Sera caught herself daydreaming about Sidney instead of working on the proposal was supposed to be working on. The mental image of him pressed up against her body in the car of the Duquesne incline. He had kissed her gently at first, silently assessing her reaction. When she grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her, he let the passion take over. She wondered what he would look like with his shirt off - his skin bare to her touch.

 It was only when she heard the sound of the door chime that she snapped out of the fantasy. A delivery driver from Fox and Fleur carried a large square box filled with roses. Sera’s eyes widened and she gasped, “Who are those for?”

“Calliope Postolos,” the harried driver, “Are you her? I am supposed to only give them to her- boss’s orders.”  

Sera pointed to her aunt’s office and turned to watch the delivery. Calliope stood up to receive the flowers. Sera strained her neck to watch as her aunt pulled out the enclosure card. 

Calliope’s cheeks turned beet red as she read the card. Then she fanned herself with the card. Sera could not stand it any longer and ran into the office. “Who are they from?” she questioned. Calliope handed her the card. “Calvin,” Sera asked, “Who is Calvin? The guy from yesterday?” Calliope simply nodded and took the card back to stare at it. “Are you going to call him?” Sera prodded. 

“I don’t call men,” Calliope said in a huff. On cue, the desk phone rang and they both stared at the phone, then back at each other. Finally after the third ring, Sera answered, “Apollo Adventures - this is Sera. How can I help you?”

“May I speak to Calliope?” a voice with a slow southern drawl asked. 

“May I tell her who is calling?” Sera tried to conceal her laughter. 

“Mr. Calvin Wagner” he answered. 

Sera handed the phone to her aunt, “I guess you are right about that calling men thing. He is on the phone for you.”

Calliope grabbed the phone and shooed Sera out of the office. “Shut the door,” she yelled. Sera went back to her desk and collapsed in a fit of giggles. When Calliope opened the door again after a prolonged conversation, Sera simply lifted her eyebrows in question. Calliope nodded her head up and down. Then she read the unspoken question in Sera’s eyes - “Are you sure?” Again, she nodded her head up and down. 

Sera got up and ran to her aunt, “Theía! I am so happy for you.” They hugged each other tight for a moment. “Guess I won’t be the only one with a non-Greek man,” Sera teased. 

“It’s just one date,” Calliope answered. 

“Let’s make a deal,” Sera suggested, “I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.” 

Calliope balked, “I’m not going to cover for you until I meet this mystery man.” 

“Alright,” Sera answered, “He’ll be here in an hour. Try not to embarrass me.” 

An hour later, Sidney opened the front door and walked in smoothly. He was dressed in a suit sans tie. Sera looked up from her desk and flashed him a smile. Sidney paused for a moment and stared at her. He could not keep the grin off of his face. Suddenly, Sera got up from her desk and walked towards him quickly. “Hey handsome,” she flirted, momentarily forgetting her aunt was in earshot, “You are awfully dressed up tonight. Do you have a hot date or something?” 

Sidney grabbed her into an embrace. “The hottest date,” he answered before kissing her. Sera returned the kiss before she deepened it. Sidney’s hands slid down her back and pulled her tighter against his body. They were interrupted by the sound of Calliope clearing her throat. Sera jumped back when she realized that she had been caught by her aunt. 

Sidney turned his attention to the older brunette with the brown wavy hair. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to get a read on her body language. She stood with her arms folded with a blank expression on her face. He took a deep breath and walked towards her. “Hello,” he said with a charming grin as he extended his hand, “I’m Sidney Crosby. You must be Sera’s aunt.” 

Calliope left his hand hanging, “My name is Calliope. I see that Seraphina has told you about me.” 

Sera’s face flushed with embarrassment as it was clear that Sidney did not know how to read Calliope’s expression. 

“Yes,” he replied, “She told me how much she enjoys working with you. I hear that there are big plans to make some changes to improve the agency.” Calliope’s right eyebrow raised singularly and he caught that he said something potentially offensive. “I mean,” he stammered, “Not that the agency isn’t great already.” He looked at Sera with the expression of a deer caught in headlights. “What I meant is….” he continued, “modernize it and bring it into the 21st century.” 

Calliope snickered, “Oh quit digging the hole. You’ll find yourself in China soon.” 

“Theía,” Sera scolded, “Don’t scare him away.”

“I am not easily scared,” Sidney countered at the same time that Calliope said, “A good man can’t be scared away from the woman he loves.” Sera’s breath hitched. Her aunt had dropped the L-word. She looked at Sidney who looked unperturbed by the comment. 

Sera took him by the hand to give him a tour of the office space while Calliope returned to her desk. He stopped momentarily at Calliope’s office. He studied the arrangement carefully. He then turned his attention to the flowers on Sera’s desk. He noticed that Sera’s flowers were significantly smaller, pressed his lips together and made a mental note. 

“Ready to go?” he asked, “Our reservations are soon and they won’t hold them, even for me.” 

Sera stopped in her tracks. She studied Sidney’s outfit and then looked down at her casual tunic sweater, leggings and knee high boots. “Where exactly is the reservation?” she asked timidly. When he responded with the name of the Altius, the most exclusive restaurant in Pittsburgh, she frowned. “I am not exactly dressed for it,” she sighed before a wave of anxiety hit her. 

Sera didn’t exactly have a lot of dating experience and the little that she did not include fine dining. She gulped slowly as he looked on with concern. Suddenly the five year age difference between them seemed so much larger. It wasn’t the actual years, per se, but the difference in experiences. “Would I fit into his world,” she thought to herself. Suddenly the reality of dating a NHL superstar and all that entailed came rushing down upon her. The look of panic washed over her face. 

“I think that you look fine,” Sidney encouraged, “I am probably overdressed myself.” Sera, even in her limited experience, knew that to be a lie. She appreciated his desire to comfort her, but did have its intended effect. She looked back to her aunt who had her head down and pretended not to eavesdrop.  

Finally, Sera turned back to Sidney and worked up her courage. “Would you mind if we rescheduled?” she asked quietly. 

“Reschedule our date?” he balked.

“Yes, I won’t feel comfortable if I am not dressed appropriately,” Sera responded.

“Oh,” he sighed. He felt his heart constrict in his chest. It had been a week since he had last seen her. He had been looking forward to spending time with the beautiful brunette since they had parted ways on their previous date. In fact, he had taken some playful chirps from Tanger and Geno about his PINING for his new romance. 

Sera looked at him wistfully and suddenly realized that there had potentially been a miscommunication. “Wait,” she said quickly, “Do you think I mean rescheduling our date entirely?” Sidney nodded solemnly. “Oh no,” she added, “I just meant that we can reschedule the fancy dinner until another time when I am dressed better. I would still like to spend time with you tonight.” 

A grin spread across his face and he scooped her into her arms. “Really?” he said as he spun her around. He felt like he had just won the lottery. “What would you like to do?” he asked, “We can do anything that you want.” 

“How about some take-out and a movie?” she beamed.

“Your place or mine?” he asked. Sera’s smile disappeared. She had avoided the subject of where she lived on their previous dates. She didn’t necessarily mean to lie, but she was embarrassed about the fact that she still lived at home, in her childhood bedroom. She pushed against his chest and took a step back. 

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked, unsure why her demeanor had changed. 

“No,” she looked down, “It’s just that I haven’t been honest with you.”

“Honest about what?” he questioned. At this point, Calliope had abandoned the idea of pretending not to eavesdrop and stared at the couple. 

“I don’t have a place,” she confessed, “I don’t have a place because I still live with my parents.” She turned from him and walked back to her desk. “I understand if you want to call the whole thing off.”

Sidney stood in shock, “Why would I want to call anything off? You think I want to call it off because you live with your parents? Lots of people your age live with your parents.”

“But are they VIRGINS too?” she countered. They stood facing each other. 

“So you think I would not want to date you because you are a virgin?” he asked calmly. 

“Maybe,” Sera answered. Suddenly she realized how foolish she sounded. “Lots of guys would,” she explained. She stared into Sidney’s eyes and saw the answer to the question staring back at her. “No, he wasn’t like ‘most guys’,” she said to herself, “No, he is the one.” She walked to him and placed her hand on his chest. “Do you want to date me?” she said in a hushed tone. “Do you want to date a girl who isn’t very experienced?”

“I want to date you,” he gripped her hand, “I want to date you, Seraphina. I don’t care about your experience or history. I just want to date you.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, “So I guess the answer to your question is your place. Let’s go to your place.” 

Sidney leaned down and kissed her fully, “Nothing would make me happier.” He paused, “Well, maybe some of that lasagna thing you gave me that night. I have been dreaming about that for weeks. That salad, too - I have never had Greek salad that tasted that good.

“Pastitiso?” she asked, “I think I know a place where we can get some of that. Let’s go before they sell out.”

“Lead the way, Seraphina,” he joked. 

“Are you going to call me that now, SidNEY?” she teased as she emphasized his last syllable of his name. 

“Maybe. Maybe not- it’s a beautiful name by the way,” he answered as he grinned, “What does it mean?”

“It means Angel,” she explained, “Angel in Greek.” 

He stopped and stared at her. “Angel,” he thought to himself, “Yes, you absolutely are an angel.” 

At Aphrodite’s Kitchen, Calliope distracted the family while Sera ran through the kitchen to box up a deluxe dinner to go. The kitchen staff gave her a hard time before she confessed, “Come on guys, I have a date and I am trying to impress him.” After promising to spill all the tea to them the next day, the kitchen staff presented two full bags filled to the brim with the best Greek food in town. She ran back to the car while Sidney waited patiently in the car parked in front of the restaurant. Just as they were about to drive off, two regulars turned around and did a double take. Much to Sidney’s surprise, Sera slunk into seat and he gave a perfunctory wave to the two older gentlemen. 

“Hey Alexander,” they called out to Sera’s father as manned the host stand in his wife’s absence, “We just saw Sera drive off with some guy.”

Alexander’s eyes widened, “My Sera?”

“ Are you sure it wasn’t Calista?” Calliope interjected.

“If it was, she certainly wasn’t with her husband,” they replied. 

Alexander went back to the kitchen and yelled, “Has Sera been back here tonight?”

A collective shout of “No” came back from the kitchen staff. It’s not as if they didn’t have loyalty to Alexander, but they all thought of Sera as their little sister, even if she was only the youngest by seven minutes. If their little sister wanted to keep a secret, then they were not about to tattletale on her. 

Crosby House - Sewickley, Pennsylvania

Sidney sat at the kitchen island in his Pittsburgh Penguins t-shirt and shorts. His bare feet rested on the wooden frame of the stool. He had pushed his plate forward and turned to face Sera. He propped up the left corner of his forehead on his left hand. He grinned as she told him a funny story about the first time Calliope had taken her to Greece. They had missed the bus back into town after an excursion to a winery. “Theía may have been drinking enough for the both of us,” Sera smirked as she spoke, “Next thing I know is the local sheriff is loading us in the back of his car to take her to jail for public drunkenness. You can imagine THAT phone call to my parents.” 

A strand of her hair fell into her eyes. Without thinking, Sidney leaned forward and pushed it back. He leaned forward to kiss her, but stopped short. They looked at each other for a brief moment. Internally, their hearts raced. Sera bit her lip and studied Sidney’s face. She inched her face forward. Their lips almost touched before he said, “I have a question for you.” Sera stopped suddenly and pulled her head back. 

Sidney pulled back and sat up straight. He struggled with what to say or how to ask the question before he finally blurted out, “Why are you still a virgin?” Sera frowned and her eyes filled with tears. Immediately, Sidney’s hand went to her cheek. “Crap,” he uttered, “It came out wrong. Please don’t be upset.” Silent tears fell and he wiped them with his thumbs. 

“I am just curious. That is all,” he explained, “Is it for religious reasons?”

“No, not particularly,” she answered, “I mean, I have faith, and I go to church, but it’s not why I am still a virgin.” 

“Then why?” he asked again. 

Sera studied her hands and tried to find the words. “I guess you can blame my aunt,” she said with a sly grin, “You see, she was married to her soul mate. They set the bar pretty high.” Sidney resumed his position with his head resting against his hand on top of the kitchen island. He placed his other hand on top of Sera’s hand to encourage her to continue the story. 

Sera explained how Calliope and Alphonso met in church when they were in high school. They were the very definition of the “odd couple”. Calliope with her wild and free nature and Alphonso with his studious demeanor. It was assumed that they would marry right after high school, but Calliope resisted the idea. She wanted to explore the world and Alphonso wanted to make her dreams come true. 

They married two weeks after his college graduation and continued their adventurous life. Sera explained how after they traveled the world they discovered that they were unable to have children of their own. Calliope took it in stride but took Sera under her wing as she discovered Sera’s kindred spirit. From there, Sera had a front row seat to how exactly crazy in love Calliope and Alphonso were. That front row seat wasn’t so great when she witnessed Calliope’s grief when Alphonso died suddenly of a heart attack at the tender age of thirty. 

“I don’t know,” Sera explained to Sidney, “I just decided that I would wait for a love like that. I don’t want to settle for less.” 

“That makes sense,” Sidney replied as his finger intertwined with hers, “A love like that sounds amazing. I hope that you find it someday.” They stared at each for a moment and Sidney instantly regretted his words. “I mean,” he corrected, “I hope that we have that one day.”

Sera slid off her stool and stepped toward Sidney. She placed her hand on his cheek before sliding it behind his head. “Do you think that you could love me like that, Sidney?” she asked quietly. 

“I know that I can love you like that, Seraphina,” he whispered back. 

“I know that you are the one I want to love me like that,” she kissed his lips. The sparks that flew between them in the incline gondola returned. The kiss deepened as he wrapped his arms around her body. Sera felt the fires of desire wash over her. The possibility of a life with Sidney thrilled her. He thrilled her in every way. In all the ways, she had never felt before. No one else had captured her heart like this. 

“Sidney,” she whispered, “Do you want to love me like that?”

“Seraphina,” he lifted her up and carried her into the living room. All thoughts of watching a movie left his head. He wanted nothing more to shower her with love and affection.  “I’m pretty sure that I already love you like that,” he moaned into her neck. 

“Oh good, it’s not just me?” She sighed as she reveled in his touch.

“No, definitely not just you,” he smiled as mouth traveled back to willing mouth.

“I want you Sidney. Can I have you?” she moaned. 

“You already have me, Seraphina,” he answered. 

“Then take me to your bed,” she said suddenly. 

He jerked his head back, “Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you into something that you are not ready for. We can wait.” 

“I don’t want to wait,” she pulled his head back to her mouth, “I don’t want to wait another minute for you to love me like that.” Sidney didn’t move. “No, don’t stop,” she whimpered, “Don’t stop because you think I am some naive girl that you have to protect. I waited for my someone special and you’re it. Now that we found each other, I don’t want to wait. Take me to bed, Sidney.” 

“You don’t have to tell me again,” he answered, “I don’t want to wait either.”

THREE HOURS LATER - Pappas House

Alexander watched the replay of the Penguins game with the sound down low. His wife, Sophia, worked on her needlepoint. Although he was a die-hard Penguins fan, his eyes kept wandering to the door and his ears listened for the sound of Sera returning home. Normally he didn’t keep track of her comings and goings. Honestly, there wasn’t much to track other than the occasional girl’s night out and parties. 

Tonight though, Alexander’s mind has been tormented by the thought of his baby girl driving away with a man- a man that he didn’t know. It wasn’t that she was potentially out on a date. Sera had plenty of dates before, but this is the first date that she concealed from him. An expression of sadness clouded his face. 

Sophia looked over and smiled. “She’s twenty-two, Alex,” she attempted to soothe, “She has to spread her wings sometime.” 

“She didn’t tell me, Sophie. She always tells me,” Alexander replied. Sera was technically only the baby of the family by a mere seven minutes, but it was enough of a distinction in his mind. She and he had a special bond that was unbreakable. At least, he thought it was unbreakable. 

The sound of Sidney’s Range Rover caught his attention. He pretended to get up with an exaggerated yawn. He went to the front door to peek out the sidelight window. “Nice car,” he thought to himself. The windows were tinted enough that he couldn’t make out what was happening inside the car. 

Sidney leaned over the center console and kissed Sera gently. “Tonight was amazing,” he whispered before he kissed her forehead, “So I will see you tomorrow?” He looked at her expectantly. 

“So soon?” she smiled, “I might think you like me, Mr. Crosby.”

“I need to take advantage of nights at home when I can,” he brushed her hair back from her eyes.

“Oh so you plan on taking advantage of me?” she teased, “Good to know.” They kissed like teenagers before Sera gently pushed away. “Text when you get home?” she asked as she got out of the car. Sidney nodded yes and she shut the door. She stepped back and waved before she turned to walk to the front door. Alexander noticed that Sidney’s car didn’t move until Sera was safely inside the door. 

She walked straight into her father with a thud. “Baba,” Sera exclaimed, “Why are you at the front door?”

“I was on my way to get a snack when I heard a car,” Alexander replied.

“Oh,” Sera uttered, “Well, that was my Uber. I had a few glasses of wine.” Her father’s eyebrows raised. “I am going to bed now. Don’t want to be late for church in the morning.” 

“Where were you, Seraphina?” Alexander queried,

 “Oh, I just went to dinner with a friend from school.” she called back to him as she mounted the stairs. 

Alexander turned with a sigh. She was lying to him. She looked in the face and lied to him. He felt the pang in his heart. He walked back to the living room and said good night to his wife. After he climbed the stairs, he heard music coming from Sera’s room. “Half past twelve, And I'm watchin' the late show in my flat all alone, How I hate to spend the evening on my own,” he heard her sing, “There's not a soul out there. No one to hear my prayer. Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! A man after midnight Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?” 

Slowly, he knocked on the door. He had to knock several times before she answered. She had undressed and stood in her robe. “Yes, Baba?” she smiled as she struggled to put her into a messy bun, “I am being too loud?”

“No,no,” he said, “I just wanted to check on you. You were out later than normal and usually you let us know when that happens.” 

“Oh,” she said quietly, “Are you upset? I didn’t realize that I had a curfew.”

“Seraphina,” he sighed, “You are twenty-two years old and a college graduate. You are free to live your life.” They studied each other for a moment. “It doesn’t stop me from being concerned.” 

“Baba,” she stepped forward and placed a hand on his chest, “I know that you are concerned about me, but you don’t need to be.” He opened his mouth to object and she cut him off, “I met someone. I met someone and he is fantastic.” 

“Oh,” he said quietly, “You know you can tell me these things.”

“Yes, I know,” she answered, “but it’s too new to announce to you and Mama. I don’t want to jinx it by announcing it too early.” 

“You’re happy?” he asked.

“Very happy,” she beamed. 

Alexander smiled despite himself, “That’s all Mama and I want.” He turned to go to his bedroom then turned back, “You’ll tell me when you are ready?” 

“You’ll be the first to know,” she answered. His eyebrows raised, and  he laughed. “Okay,” she corrected, “You will be fourth to know - me, him, Calliope, then you.” 

“That’s more honest, Seraphina,” he smiled, “Good night, my Angel.”

“Good night, Baba,” she smiled back.

[sapphicseasapphire]

Do you plan on having your cryptid au be a fanfic or a webcomic? If you are planning on a webcomic, I wish you all the motivation and patience in the world. If it is a fanfic, same wishes. Both are hard to do, and it is amazing that you are this creative. I can tell you love all of your little guys, and I really like them too! Keep up the good work!

Both! Kind of.

I’m more confident in my ability to draw than to write, but the stories I have for the Cryptid au (there are multiple) are SO LONG! And they can get… uhhhh… violent. Things that I’m not so comfortable with drawing but am more than willing to write about.

Drawing brings me so much joy! So I will continue to make comics that go on the side of the eventual fics, I WILL NEVER STOP DRAWING THE LITTLE GUYS!!! But the bulk of the story will be written on Ao3 whenever I’m able to string more than a couple words together haha! (I’m really not great at writing but I promise I’ll do my best! This au is my beloved and I want to do it justice).

The moment I give myself deadlines is the moment I doom myself to never complete something so I’m hesitant to say… but the Cryptid au’s one year anniversary is September 25th. It sure would be epic to get chapter one posted by then.

[emeraldsk]

My First Digital Drawing

Apparently made this on October 25th (2024) oop-

I really wanted to see if IbisPaint could work on Chromebook for me (I can get some phone apps on Chromebook) and uhhhh yeah it was such a struggle.

What I used to try is I draw in pencil, then trace and color in Pixlr E, but it's got limitations now.

Worst piece I've made in MONTHS, hell, YEARS LMBO.

Here's to waiting for a drawing pad or somethin lol-

[zackprincebooks]

🧶WIP Wednesday 🚂

Iiiiiit's WIP Wednesday! Nobody has tagged me yet, so let's kick everything off with Chapter 2 of The Mistress of Rosehorn Hall!

I FORGOT TODAY WAS THURSDAY. UHHHH ENJOY A SNIPPET FROM CHAPTER 2 OF THE MISTRESS OF ROSEHORN HALL

The first-class carriage is gorgeously appointed. The brass implements are polished to a high sheen, the carpeting is plush, and the upholstered seats are so soft and comfortable, Sarah feels she could fall asleep the moment she sinks right into them. Bert and Josephine ease her luggage up onto the rack and strap it in with leather straps. Her outdated traveling trunk looks out of place surrounded by such finery. Indeed, as people pass by on the way to their own seats, they glimpse Sarah in her simple traveling attire and their lips turn down. Sarah averts her gaze and instead busies herself with her knitting. Josephine returns with pastries for them wrapped in paper and tied with twine. “There we are; I didn't want to purchase something too filling as Cook will have a feast prepared for us tonight in honor of your arrival.” She hands Sarah a butter biscuit with chives and a pastry made with fresh summer cherries before sitting down next to Bert. “Your knitting is lovely! Do you do other fiber work?” “Ah, just a little embroidery. I like keeping my hands busy.” Sarah holds up her knitting needles so Josephine can see the lacy shawl she’s making. Josephine oohs and aahs over it, and Bert nods politely. “Maybe I can finish it before we get to Briar Garden.” She can’t stop the laugh from escaping and immediately claps a hand over her mouth to silence it.

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[plzu]

uhhhh depression vent under the cut or smth idk don't read it.

man. i am in a bad place right now. mentally. emotionally. probably physically too idk i'm not happy about my surroundings. i can feel myself getting sucked into this depression vortex that i thought i finally crawled out of after dec 25th but it's coming back bad. maybe this is just because of the car accident. maybe it's the seasonal depression. a combo of the two. idk. it seems i've bled dry the one thing that was bringing me a modicum of joy and now i don't want to fucking DO anything. i get hungry but don't wanna eat. tired but don't wanna sleep. i shouldn't even be working but if i called out then i would truly be left purposeless and without routine for the rest of the day and that would just be worse.

i can't, like, Think myself into a better mood. we're supposed to be having a guest tonight and i don't want that because my home is not prepped for a guest and neither is my brain and personality right now, if i'm being honest lmfao.

like, MAYBE getting my car fixed will fix the brain problem. except my partner's car stopped working Once Again, because he has an old car that constantly needs fixing and doesn't have nor make enough money to get a New Car with Less Problems, and so always has to resort to using myyyyyyy car. my Car. My Car that i am paying Bills For. that he has at this point driven more than i have. which, if you couldn't tell, makes me feel some type of way. but it makes sense for him to use the one working car we have since he has the kind of job that he has to physically go to whereas i, technically, don't. but i'm sure after a while my bosses will expect to have me come in regardless of reliable transportation or not. idk man i want Out. i need to get out of here. idk where 'here' is but i've had enough of it. idk man it's so hard to count my blessings or w/e when my brain feels like a dark fog and the new year has thus far brought nothing but bad news in my personal life and for my friends and colleagues. idk it just seems like a bad omen so far. lol.

[emocl0wnpp]

The hyperfixation is getting worse soooo

Time for a terribly written infopost about my creepypasta oc Claws :D

☆Basic infos☆

Before "shit went down" infos(the red head and the purple ghost pics basically):

Name before death: Nicolas Marshall Rhodes Nicole M. Rhodes

Date of birth: 29th of October, 1978

Age before death: 27

Pronouns: He/Him She/her

Gender: MtF transgender

Sexuality: questioning everything

Nationality: Hungarian,British

Height: 195cm/ 6"3

Personality: naive,anxious, shy, nervous, smart, quiet, people-pleaser, workaholic, overworked, tired, reserved, introverted, a bit loud around friends

Other stuff idk how to categorize-

She lived in Hungary until she was 6, after that her family moved to Britain(specifically Liverpool)

She had 2 older brothers(they were twins), and a younger sister(she's on the picture with Claws before her death-)

Her dad was Hungarian and her mom was british

HUUUUUUGEEE horror fan, ESPECIALLY a BIG BIG fan of IT and Pennywise in general-

Owns every exsisting piece of merch of Pennywise

Wanted to become a detective

She studied at Oxford University and got her diploma there too :3

(The plush doll on the picture of her as a human will later on become her body)

Picked up the habit of smoking and drinking out of stress

Ended up in hell as a purple ghost/soul like being (i will talk abt this more i promise--)

Cause of death:

Stabbed by her ex 15 times on her back (i will make a post/edit this one with her backstory I PROMISE😭😭)

Date of death: 25th of December,2005

☆After death info :D☆

Name: Claws

Age: doesn't really matter anymore cuz yk she's dead

Pronouns: still She/her

Sexuality: demisexual,panromantic

Species: now a plush ragdoll

Height: 300cm/ 9"8

Personality now: sarcastic, smart, cautious, observant, still workaholic, honest, loyal, obedient, competitive, sharp-tongued, secretive, serious, stubborn, sometimes violent, rather cold hearted (though she's a real sweetheart under those sharp claws and teeth)

Uhhhh random fun facts cuz im terrible at writing bios-

Still a huge IT and Pennywise fan

Best friends,later on dating with Laughing Jack(ironic considering how much of a Pennywise fan she is)

Best friends with Laughing Jill

Works as Zalgo's proxy (not by choice tho-)

Literally no bones or internal organs,just plush stuffing

She's hella flexible too

She doesn't need to eat or drink but still does for the taste

Still smoking and drinking at times

Zalgo makes her do all sorts of jobs, not only is she an assassin,she's also his secretary and the babysitter for his kids-

..cannibal-

She's a shapeshifter :D

A playlist for her:

I'll probably edit the post when more stuff comes to my mind lol

Thought i'd add this here too-

[saltlickmp3]

BOB DYLAN LYRIcS AND CRAZY NOVEL LIKE RELATIONSHIP WITH JOAn bAEZ

okay i'm gonna answer this cos i was listening to joan earlier SO (and no i dont know why this is in greentext format just roll with it i'm so sorry) (this is uhh veeeeery very long too)

>1962/3

>some scruffy loser calling himself bob dylan shows up in new york with a guitar and pretty much cosplays as woody guthrie for a bit

>joan baez, who is the same age, made her debut self-titled album at nineteen years old and is well liked by everyone, her music is generally appreciated by everyone on the scene, she has a beautiful voice and strong vibrato and really good at guitar, involved in activism stuff, played with lost of older respected musicians, the whole folksinger package

>but she doesnt really write her own stuff

>bob dylan write copious volumes of material but his performance is uhhhh less than amazing and technical ability has uhm room for improvement

>his debut self titled album flops hard

>scene is pretty small so they inevitably meet

>joan is like lol look at this loser isnt he cute hehe--his songs are pretty good too huh

>she invites him to play with her, they do a bunch of shows together etc and eventually get romantically involved. joan introduces him to civil rights stuff & anti-war stuff & anti nuclear and all that stuff

>bobs stuff was already political but in a sort of abstract way, his work gets a lot more specifically activist-ey in a very powerful way

>they're still doing a lot of shows together-bob is pretty famous on the folk scene at this point, largely because of joan endorsing him pretty much lol, still romantically involved. music press starts paying attention to bob dylan and he releases quite a few albums with famous songs on them. people kinda shit on him for his voice its a whole thing but i really like his voice so whateverr

>but by 1965 music is starting to get Weird, beatles are happening etc, lots of new styles of music, new youth culture, drugs are also happening

>bob releases bringing it all back home - some of these songs have electric band backing, where previous All Bar One of his songs were solo acoustic guitar, vocals, maybe some harmonica. some people are vaguely put out by this but i think most people find it pretty cool

>20th july 1965 bob releases Like A Rolling Stone, arguably his most famous song. it is very electric and a banger and much Much more rock (it was pop then but yknow) than folk. young people go YAY YIPPEE

>newport folk festival 25th 1965 (five days later) bob plays with an electric band (later to be known as The Band) to Outrage from folk purists who thought he was their god etc. someone shouts 'judas' at the stage implying he was betraying folk music by going electric and that guy must absolutely shit himself every time he remember that he did that because goddamn. pretentious twenty-somethings who hadnt even liked folk music before bob dylan get mad at him, old folk singers are mad at him, popular myth says the famously pacifist pete seeger threatened to cut the power cable with an axe. everyone is Big Mad except like a rolling stone goes hard and people who care a bit less about Proper Folk Music think its a banger

>highway 61 revisted comes out and bob dylan is now a major sensation amongst music enjoyer everywhere, like his stuff is really really cool, new and exciting, also decidely Not Folk but like really very cool. bob also starts smoking weed and taking speed b/c ofc he does & if you look him up he looks like twelfth doctor with the sunglasses and the hair and i'm right on that

>joan is still doing traditional folk music mostly. she is less than amused at bob going electric but iirc mostly polite about it. later that year she released 'farewell, angelina' an album of covers of bob's songs. a lot of them are Very Good, all sung with much more skill than bob could ever hope for sorry bob. which is like. Damn Okay Joan Thats A Move but it was probably finished before newport.... idk..........

>england is suddenly like OMG BOB DYLAN????????? at around 1964/65 but it takes a long time for music to get over there b/c the british music industry had a thing about only selling uk artists so american records were special import it's a whole thing. so people are just getting his famous folk stuff riiiight as he changes his mind about that and starts doing rock music instead, though still with a very poetic bent

>on a related note uk albums were often released differenet in north america to 'appeal to american audiences'?? so the version of the beatles rubber soul that inspired bob dylan and like lou reed and Everyone is kinda of.... wrong...... its weird

>bob n joan's relationship is kinda strained at this point, due to musical differences and yknow relationship stuff, not helped by the fact that bob could be a bit of a prick and was also quickly accumulating A Legend around him. not helped by his insanely cryptic and often nonsensical interview responses.

>at some point in the middle of all this bob marries Sara Lownds in secret. no one knows. he doesnt tell joan. he's not With with joan anymore but she didnt know he was literally marrying someone else. apparently sara wasnt really a music person and didnt know exactly why he was so famous.

>1966 uk tour (this is filmed in d.a. pennebaker's DONT LOOK BACK (no apostrophe. cos dont & look & back all have four letters so it fits on a poster and the apostrophe would muck up teh symmetry also they were all really fuckin pretentious)). bob is playing mostly electric sets with The Band (known then as the Hawkes) which was A Choice To Be Sure

>some people love it but all the folk purists think he's awful and bad and terrible boo him offstage etc which is pretty terrible

>he starts taking a lot of drugs. music gets Weirder. he's kinda not doing too good

>joan shows up partway through the tour and its......awkward....... to say the least. he'd kind-of-not-really-ish broken up with her & then got married to someone else but she just inserted herself in there. idk why. the whole of dont look back he's kinda dismissive of/rude to her ngl

>meanwhile his Mythos has built to uncontrollable levels. he doesnt exactly help this b/c he's very clever with words so people would obvious find meaning in his lyrics, and when he spit nonsense in interviews people would often find a method in the madnes yknow?? like he's smart. he's also really weird. but people have started reading WAYYYYYYYYYYYYY too much into EVerything he says and does. like everything. like idek what a modern comparison would be. gaylors have nothing on this shit. understandably he gets pissed off at people asking stupid questions

>joan has a girlfriend at this point also. like yeah in a lesbian way. she says she's straight but she did have a girlfriend her name was kimmy

>blonde on blonde comes out in '66. its his most......... 60s album if you know what i mean. like its lots of drugs and lots of instruments and plays on words and its very good, big double album, he's looking super hip on the cover, songs rumoured to be about edie sedgwick, the whole shebang. the lyrics are inspiration for batshit insane theories for decades to come even though a lot of it likely is just in there cos it sounds cool and rhymes.

>includes the song 'sad eyed lady of the lowlands', which is about sara. joan thinks its about her and says so. bit awkward. its a beautiful song and bob never plays it live, it was recored at like three in the morning and the band didnt know how long it was gonna be etc etc lots of myth

>in november 1966 bob dylan has a motorcycle acciedent near his home in woodstock new york state and is in hospital. music enjoyers everywhere Very concerned. he's okay, and after this more or less disapears from public life for a bit. has a bunch of kids. just chilling in the countryside. does a bunch of jamming with The Band, lives of royalities etc. tries to avoid people mostly. this mysterious disapearance combined with blonde on blonde fuels a lot of theorising by fans which he thinks is stupid

>in just five years bob did more musical innovation than most muscians could ever hope to, and he Never WOuld Have been Famou s WIthout Joan.

>joan is getting even more involved in activist work as the vietman war drags on and on. still doing folk music. she has electric instruments in her stuff eventually but still in a definitively Folk Style. she plays at the Woodstock Festival in 1969, she got married too, doing lots of activism stuff, everyone still really likes her music. 1969 bob relases his country album which most people (bob included) think is kinda trash

>1972 joan releases 'to bobby' (she called him bobby a looooong time after everyone just called him bob). which is. Wow. its uhmmm. well. it's a song beseeching bob to come out of retirement and help out with the anti-war cause. lots of musicians though that is he wrote a good new anti-war song it would really help the cause like he used to in the early sixties. bob was pissed at this like relaly annoyed he though she was being far too presumptuous and i really gotta agree with him there like dude's been through enough.

>1975, bob's been back touring for a year -ish. he decide's he gonna put together the ROLLING THUNDER REVUE which is pretty much him & all his friends who are also folk.country.rock whatever you wanna call it musicians and they go arund a whole bunch of little venues and generally have a good time. lineup includes joni mitchell robbie robertson roger mcguinn emmylou harris, a very cool violin player called scarlett (i think) allen ginsberg the poet who had a gay crush on dylan in the sixties, the blonde guitarist from ziggy stardust AND JOAN BAEZ :D there are like ten people on the stage at once and loads of guitars and various string instruments etc and they redo all these dylan songs in new and exciting ways.

>they film some of it to make this move called Renaldo and Clara. i havent seen it (yet) but its like a semi-fiction semi-documentary film about the tour and also some sort of plotline they string together from somewhere idk. joan is in this film too. from what ive seen there are some uhh. some fairly OUGH scenes, on top of bob n joan singing together on stage all the time. there s clip of bob saying that he n joan could sing together in their sleep. she is still a wayyyy better singer than him but his voice is really good these years and they way they do the songs together is veeeeryyyyy cool. theres a scene in the film where bob says (and i quote) 'it really displeases me that you went off and got married' (OUT OF NOWHERE MIGHT I ADD) and joan says 'you went off and got married first and didnt tell me' and he doesnt really have an answer to that. like GODDAMNIT BOY

>there another scene where there was a bit of a script but joan went off and said something like 'do you know why we never couldve got married?' and bob was apparently bad at improv so he wasnt saying anything and so joan just kept talking going through all the reasons why they never got married and all the issues between them. On Camera. like damn.

>also in 1975 joan's album Diamonds & Rust comes out. the title track is one joan wrote herself and it is Very Clearly about bob and its uhhh a little bit scathing. also very very good. generally regarded as one of her best songs. awkward as you can imagine. 'my poetry was lousy you said' 'we both know what memories can bring / they bring diamonds and rust' 'you burst on the scene already a legend'

Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague 'Cause I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes, I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid

LIKE GODDAMN JOAN OKAY

>bob gets divorced from sara in 1976? 77? idk that happens too. i think joan gets a divorce too but not sure.

>theres a bit gap in my knowledge here idk what happens to them specifically after that. like i know a bunch about bob but nothing relevant rn. hes christian for a bit. makes some albums that suck and some that are good. joan still does folk music & mostly covers.

>in 2003 bob releases a memoir called Chronicles Vol. I (supposedly of three but theres only one lol). he talks about joan a bit, how could he not, describes how he was so envious of her when he was 21 and saysing 'she looked like a religious icon, like somebody you'd sacrifice yourself for'. super normal thing to say about your ex ahaha.

>2022 the rolling thunder revue film comes out (its a netflix film but also. internet archive) and they're both interviewed for it. some iconic moments. i think most interviewers sort of stopped asking joan about bob out of politness after a while but obviously she talks about him there thats what the films about. yeagh.

>joan baez like hangs out with lana del ray n stuff now & has books out or her little drawings. she also paints. and bob still tours at 82 (almost 83) years old. and still relreases new stuff. yeagh

ANYWAYS the concise history of Joan Baez and Bob Dylan. sources: dude trust me ahahah no but the source is the 2022 rolling thunder film, dylan's chronicles and around a year of being obsessed with bob dylan. he was my real life old guy blorbo fr.

[himedanshicult]

me and my gf actually reached the 25th episode of NGE and uhhhh hoo boy i didn't expect it to hit so close to home

[mars-paws]

Happy birthday to this one. The the the uhhhh Quinn Hughes. That one. Happy 25th birthday Hughes :)

[is-shin-good-today]

september 25th, 2023

we brought him back so uhhhh he’s kinda like not good right now… he’s also not talking…. wonder why! he’s worse probably maybe better who knows