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nityarawal · 2 years ago

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3/23/23

Dear Courts-

This is my testimony for myself & Carol Lund with her husband Keith.

I was slumlorded out of Joan Grandizio's home at the "Freedom Farm," at

59605 Grandon Road in Turweleger community of Anza, CA in January.

I started working with Joan on a referral from our handyman Ryan Wickoff.

He said she fired him for no good reason. He was going to move in.

So we hired Eddy Lyons - another kind handyman to investigate the trailer I was buying to tow to her farm in Sep.

Eddy also still needs to be paid for that service! We both did this in good faith and spent a day in Pine Cove with the owner Oceana Cotton.

Eddy also witnessed this kind of abuse at Barbara Bradford's farm after her maintenance guy raped me! She stole most if my furniture and storage!

I was living at Kosh's airbnb in Pinyon at 69907 Averill Drive, Mountain Center, CA 92561 at the time.

We found out Kosh's well water was polluted (and spreading giardia!)

I passed a parasite worm there for 1st time in life after 1000's of cleanses because of dozens of foul rentals & dirty hospitals/court violence!

Then I moved next door to Mary Schmitz's animal rescue Farm at:

62950 Pinyon Dr

Mountain Center CA 92561

Moonrise Ranch ✨🐎🏕😊

To a dirty teepee she said was cleaned and 2 geckos crawled under stomach 1st night!

I cleaned her farm for months 24/7 (and it appeared deeply neglected for months.)

I told Mary we needed someone to tow trailer in October and she said her ex boyfriend Sean was going to steal it for himself! ):

I asked her to advise him not to since she's a realtor and this was my verbal disclosure of my plan to buy it- because she said we could move it to her farm- and I only needed someone to tow it.

I said it was mean and she drunkenly laughed it off.

All her instruments were stolen too! (I have pictures of them so we can return them to rightful owners!)

She must be looting all her clients because she stole 3 guitars and all my roomful of assets since I took this job with Joan in January and won't let me go home!

They also blocked me from water and home many times while I was at Elliots- locking me out late at night and in bad weather!

Oceana Cotton had promised to sell trailer to me or give it to Stevie and Joleen.

Stevie now has cancer of dick & needs his home returned! (It was indeed stolen!)

Joan liked my handyman Eddy Lyons but fired him too for being friends with her "hated" tenants Carol & Keith and not obeying her "silencing" orders.

Finally, in January things were unbearable tending to Mary's 6 sick dogs while she battled alcoholism- she'd moved me to one of her 5 boyfriend's fathers home: Dan Elliot senior at:

61283 Chalet DR.

MOUNTAIN CENTER, CA

92561.

She promised he was sober- yet I had to ask him and friends not to do crystal meth in house because I'm really allergic and its illegal- cleaned needles up from whole property! I told him this condemned his house as a realtor, I'm allergic to Nazi drugs and don't want to ever see or smell it in a house!

He was living in his Inherited Probate getting slumlorded by siblings in court stressed out of his head ill. Feds were terrorizing him too and Kosh on late payments with drone trespassing.

So I cooked, cleaned, provided food- gave him all my money and was his slave for months after being enslaved to Mary at her farm- and now Joan doxed my location to cops on brobes for months at her home & camping in snow.

I stayed one week at Dennis Sketchleys- a handyman that gave me a tick in my bed- when he slumlorded me from 54399 valleyview and tollgate/country club homes and beat me. I promised never to go on his property again but was desperate in snow!

Then Dennis kicked me out after Mary's client Jessie was murdered at her airbnb tree house listing with Mike in Pine Cove.

(I really need assets from Divorce Dissolution so I don't have to rent from ex-cons and field their abuse!)

Joan hired me to move to her Landers rescue with Glen; he's her 400 pound laborer that is ill from inhumane conditions- he can no longer walk- and rides machines around property hobbling to tend to animals.

There was no hot water or kitchen.

Joan offered me her "clean" Dome house. I got there after dark and took her word that it'd been cleaned for me.

The bed was filthy and floors covered in dirt I saw in morning.

Joan wanted me to take over Glen's job at her Lander's farm.

She said Glen was making: $400/mo at

$15/hour and she covered Phone payments, 2 days off, 25 hours a week for Morning feedings with Blankets on horses,

Checking on all cat & pippy Litters.

Puppies- are in-door & out-door with Double gates. Glen used Tractor to take

Manure to dumpster with Wheelbarrow.

She was marketing Earthen domes on camp websites. She said there was no

Kitchen which doesn't seem legal.

I could see Glen wouldn't live long when I got there with such I'll health abd depression in substandard room even though he's my age!

I worked for several days alongside them all training with him and encouraged Joan to keep him too.

(He doesn't have anywhere to go and depends on his job and is very subservient and hard working despite Joan's demands. He nods as told to colleagues/tenants like obedient slave despite physical handicaps from her grossly neglected abd functionally obsolete animal shelters!)

Glen promised to put in hot water and a shower in a bathroom within a week since there was nowhere to clean up properly and it was very cold and windy. I was freaking out with no shower after 2 days of cleaning pig & horse / puppy/cat shit.

Joan asked me to come back to her Anz farm to work on contracts.

She said I'd be doing the work exchange like Glen taking over his job.

Joan gave me very detailed directions to her property.

She said:

"10:30 a.m.

Come down mtn to Rancho Mirage

74 straight

10 west

Hwy 62

29 palms

Windmills

Yucca valley (call Joanne)

Old women springs rd -Hwy 247- left (north)

20 miles to

Reche Rd.

Curves to right - turn right

Pass

Landers post office - GPS

5-10 min away

Left see Moose Lodge

Next White Building

Says Billfs Hall

Left on Gibraltar (if get to end of Gibralter - Gone too far- see back of property.)

1 block f/ end

About mile

Knox- ni-man - (right)

(Applegate way should say)

Pass abandoned house

Next property

Will see 1 8th 1

(JOANS)

TELEPHONE POLE

58562

METAL EAGLE DANCER

CHURCH- JESUS SAVES

STORAGE"

So I think it's supposed to be:

58562 Applegate Way?

Or Knox-ni-man?

(Note: She failed to mention if it was Gibralter Ave or Dr. And they're side by side. How many have they tricked & trashed cars on tow?

Please present my full letter!)

But the 2nd day I was there I came home one night from getting groceries and Must've passed Gibralter and took a second Gibralter on Left!

Joan failed to mention there were two Gintralter roads parallel next to each other in my notes as you can see.

So I end up at the end of this road with a deserted house in the sand.

I looped around to see where I went wrong on directions and came back to dead end with abandoned house confused.

I tried to circle out and got stuck in a sand driveway.

I called Glen to get me and he said put car in reverse or neutral and slammed my car right into the back side of his truck!

He promised his friend would fix it next day but failed to follow up. I've written them both many times!

I sent Joan the bill for over $3000 and she's shirking her responsibility to all employees that have worked for her.

She invited me back to Freedom Farm in Anza to shower and use her kitchen.

She said everything was hers in refrigerator and insisted I help myself.

She wanted to do the contract with me so I paid $40 to download a work exchange rental but she wouldnt sit down and focus on it for several days. She has added from parasites!

Her agenda was to wrongfully evict her tenants!

I told Joan I don't go to court or talk to police due to PTSD.

She wanted me to go to the Courthouse with her to smear the tenants and I said I can't go to court.

I asked her to drop me at a park or mall while I wait for her.

She refused to drop me off and finally I had to get out at curb of Murietta Courthouse and wait for hours in the landfill across street.

She had no sympathy for PTSD I have from domestic in-house terrorism of courts!

Then she grilled me about my divorce and lack of settlements all day.

Since then I found out psychiatrist courts kidnapped me to Dr. Singh Was advertising my head for a Probate murder at Moreno Valley Hospital for Riverside Health.

We feel Joan took bribes on all employee heads for court and is contentious.

Joan failed to sit and focus on contract all weekend because she was obsessed with wrongfully Evicting her tenants!

I told her I can't Get involved- as my custody battle is priority of my life- and I don't have energy to deal with inhumane actions to people.

For an animal rescue- we could all see she was being careless and cruel to all of us employees.

Joan told me her lawyer got ill visiting her and had to have his leg amputated when he was recently there and put me on a couch on the enclosed porch waiting room. She said Glen had slept there before me and didn't want me to open it into a bed.

We feel Joan was intentionally spreading germ warfare.

All the employees were traumatized by her lawyers diseased fate serving her and she never cleaned out his room.

When I went into it I vomited and disease is rampant in her homes.

Joan instructed me to never speak to tenants Carol & Keith.

She said she'd trained Glen just to nod at them. This is not my way but I was trying to be a loyal servant so followed orders. Carol & Keith were confused by my silence and scared having a stranger on property they weren't introduced to, so it put me in a uncomfortable, and compromised position.

One night I was in kitchen making tea and Joan called on speaker phone.

Carol & Keith heard and were also in kitchen.

Joan kept calling Carol "fatty" loudly on my phone and screaming other nasty names goading her on my speaker phone from Landers, meanwhile putting me in harms way with her upset and bullied tenants in THEIR kitchen!

I also ate some potato salad and salami- because Joan said everything was hers- when in fact it was the tenants! That caused alot if drama! I paid Carol back $5 and decided to testify for her rather than Joan!

On Saturday- which was supposed to be my day off- Joan called and texted over a dozen times from morning to night about her tenant dispute harassing us.

I told her I needed some rest from her drama.

She wanted to call cops on tenants.

I said if she needs to do that let me know- so I could leave.

I have an extremely clean and prudent history despite many court contentious people like Joan trying to take bribes on head in ponzi scam against moms and lying in smear campaigns.

Joan knew I was just diagnosed with PTSD from officer rapes and foul play in September and I couldn't talk to them.

She lied and said tenant called cops!

Officer King came and tried to interrogate me and drag me in.

I said I was just a guest- sat in my car- and refused his interrogation.

Joan called and he wanted my phone to talk to her.

I said "no" so he was pissed he had to use own phone and was rude to me rest of night.

It was upsetting that Joan dragged me in anyways- and kept saying my name "Nitya" - which is very unusual and private. I texted her to never dox my location to a cop or my name again!

I asked officer King for his card before he left and he was rude not to give it to me.

I have sent videos of all the sarcastic, rude and nasty things he said to me to both Carol & Joan.

It was extremely racist.

I told Joan I would leave if cops Terrorized us again and she led me to believe tenants had called- when it was her! She left a voice-mail confessing and then after lying about it.

Monday she wanted me to go to court with her again; I said "no" so she wanted me back in Landers and arranged for another laborer to come up.

Monday morning I broke her rules -she said -by asking Carol for cops business card before I left.

I also found out my x's atty died in a scuba diving accident last summer.

It seemed preminiscious since I'd written a song about her called Barracuda Mamma. Sharkbait song unfolded that weekend and I was pleased with sequel I'd written and good news for my children's freedom from one atty in their pedophile sting.

I sent my new song to Joan and Carol as I was getting ready to drive to her Landers farm hours away.

Joan texted me to leave.

It was very cold considering I'd worked 24/7 in slumming conditions for a week! She asked about my records and was looking to see if she could get me in trouble for court.

I confessed dmv.org consulted with my ex husband and was withholding my registration even though IRS stole thousands of dollars of tax returns from 2016 divorce and also hired gay officer Enoch and Daniel Crabtree to steal my Lexus rental car on rape bribes from attys. I'd been caged by Dr. Singh 18 months of covid in shit filled rooms slumlorded out of over a dozen homes, all my assets stolen, and dmv refused to honor years where I couldn't even use Lexus Lemon while it was being serviced! Santa Monica Lexus dealership tried to steal my car while I was raped at hospitals and dmv.org refused to register it. I paid several hundred and they said that would suffice!

They got several thousand from IRS yet they still fail to send registration sticker! Joan knew I was working for her to clean up that one thing from previous courts abuse!

I left within an hour when she said "bye," only to be greeted by officers Schmitt coming out of bushes hiding at gate.

He cordially told me to have a good day.

A block later Sheriff Curtis was coming down her dirt road and pulled me over.

He said he was arresting me on registration and Cuffed and beat me into back of his car.

Carol said she was talking to officer Schmitt and he realized I lived and worked for Joan so came out and had Curtis release me.

Curtis threatened to steal my car if he ever sees me again.

Sargeant Protero raided my home and stole my phone & dog Blu I share with our handyman Eddy Lyons- in covid of 2020.

Mountain Liquor say our Nazi Sheriff Brags about violence they've inflicted on me and say they wished they'd stolen my Lexus as well as my rental car when they had me raped with broken ribs in covid for 18 months of shit filled hospitals.

Mary Schmitz stole all my belongings from her boyfriend's dad's house where I was renting.

We all feel both her and Joan doxed my location to have me murdered.

Joan wrote to say she was surprised I didn't go to jail!

She asked me to wait all day while she sorted everything out.

I sat in rain for 8+ hours- then she called to say she didn't want me back and laid her silencing trip on me.

I've been homeless since camping in snow.

Mary Schmitz refuses to return assets and Joan just sends "cease & desist" messages to any reasonable communication.

We feel these animal rescues are a farce and they're actually abusing humans and animals.

I've seen 7 Dr's since with over 20 variants of parasites and bugs.

Carol says Joan had covid and was taking parasite medication- but she failed to disclose Germ warfare!

I need reimbursement on car damages, gas, health repercussions and a home for that week of hard work we all did.

I need $50k in damages to cover unemployment for next year and would like to have my home back with tenants.

We will bug bomb and disinfect it. Otherwise both her properties should be closed down and are condemned.

We feel Joan has abused over 6 employees just since September spreading parasitic disease, gaslighting & abusive tactics; and she's not in her right mind to practice business.

She never had a reasonable reason to fire all of us and it appears she's working for courts full time as a nazi soldier weaponizing motherhood.

We feel 50k is a fair sum if she settles today so that we can heal at home in peace for remainder of year with kids & new puppies.

Thankyou!

Blessings,

Nitya Rawal

Encinitasbeachhome.com

National Association of REALTORS

Journalist @nityalakshmi108 - all docs and Grievances posted since September.

More notes from Joan on Landers Job:

Porta potty

Joan Grandizio

Facebook

3 or 4 hours a day

Dome house:

Bigger Fridge

Table

Toaster oven ( which I bought at Anza Hardware & just returned- because I've been terrified Curtis & Nazi cops would steal my car & kill me with their hospital & court contentious bribed colleagues of atty Sharkbait circle!)

No water

Park in front of Dome

Walk

5 acres

2nd half sold

"Guanacasa" - Costarica

Transfer benefits to Costa

Start business 2-3 years

Buy a property that has a business

150k Ranchette

Left on Gibraltar (if get to end of Gibralter - Gone too far- see back of property.)

#3/23/23 Dear Courts- This is my testimony for myself & Carol Lund with her husband Keith. I was slumlorded out of Joan Grandizio's home #" at 59605 Grandon Road in Turweleger community of Anza #CA in January. I started working with Joan on a referral from our handyman Ryan Wickoff. He said she fired him for no good reason. He wa #Mountain Center #CA 92561 at the time. We found out Kosh's well water was polluted (and spreading giardia!) I passed a parasite worm there for 1st time i #in January things were unbearable tending to Mary's 6 sick dogs while she battled alcoholism- she'd moved me to one of her 5 boyfriend's fa #CA 92561. She promised he was sober- yet I had to ask him and friends not to do crystal meth in house because I'm really allergic and its #I'm allergic to Nazi drugs and don't want to ever see or smell it in a house! He was living in his Inherited Probate getting slumlorded b #cleaned #provided food- gave him all my money and was his slave for months after being enslaved to Mary at her farm- and now Joan doxed my location #2 days off #25 hours a week for Morning feedings with Blankets on horses #Checking on all cat & pippy Litters. Puppies- are in-door & out-door with Double gates. Glen used Tractor to take Manure to dumpster wit

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squad-724 · 4 months ago

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ALL THAT'S STAR WARS MASTERLIST

Hi hello on my Star Wars blog. You can call me Moss or Kosh, and I'm here to deliver all the weird aus I make for this fandom

'*' means I am not proud of the drawing and it's old :>

(+snippet) means there's an additional piece of fanfic to match the artwork

THE BAD BATCH

Hybrid Bad Batch: Clone Force 99 are hybrids of Jango DNA and another sentient species. Trandoshan Hunter, Chiss Tech, Zygerrian Crosshair, Lasat Wrecker, and Diathim Omega -all that's chibi <3 | a peaceful nap | and a Bookmark -original (old) designs* -baby batch sleeping pile* -Baby batch squad photo -Baby Wrecker in Lula onesie -Wrecker's a show off (cadets)* -The Batch all grown up -nap in the sunlight -Crosshair got put in the air jail for scratching pilot seats -S1ep1 screenshot redraw -mission going wrong page 1 -Zygerrian mission going awful -Wrecker's bo-rifle -A nap after Wrecker got blown up -Hunter's chest scars -Crosshair vs the red dot -Tech and his pillow Wrecker -Tech helps Hunter with his molt -Snowy day with Omega and Hunter -Hunter protective over Omega -Crosshair's murder mittens and Wrecker's murder mittens

Mermaid AU: Four mers raised by a fisherman called 99, Lionfish Hunter, octopus Tech, Whale shark Wrecker, eel Crosshair. There are also the betta twins Fives and Echo, and manta ray Omega, but these three the batch meets after being captured by Admiral Rampart Ref Sheets: Tech | Omega | Hunter | Crosshair | Wrecker | Domino Twins and CHIBI BOOKMARK -How does Tech's underside look? -Baby Wrecker and 99 and part 2 (+snippet) -Doctor Nala Se and Omega -Kiddos Tech, Hunter and Crosshair -Wrecker meets Tech -Teens resting and 99 fishing on a warm afternoon -Hunter teaching Omega to swim in open waters -Crosshair in trouble + Mayday finding him -Hemlock and subject 9902 -An unrelated food pic and Hemlock eating it

Centaur Wild West AU: (i'll add explanation later) -Ref sheet for the Batchers -Wrecker vs Zygerrian hunters -Wrecker nad Lula napping

The Bad Batch x Detroit: Become Human: Android Force 99 is a team of four specialized androids that hunt down deviants -Ref photo -Wrecker saves Echo from humans -WR-993 protects TH-992 from bullets -Crosshair CS-994 kills his brother Tech the deviant TH-992 -Crosshair and Tech getting out of the Cyberlife building

Tantiss Batch: Hemlock once visited Kamino before the war, finding himself curious about four defective clones slated for decommissioning, all young and easy to mold. He took them as his side project, transporting the batch to his lab on Tantiss, where he raised them -Kiddos Wrecker and Tech -Wrecker and Tech, their brothers the night after rescue (+ snippet)

Fairy Batch: Fairies are born from normal insect eggs infused with a special elixir, their wings match whatever egg they hatched from Fairies that are born on the same day treat each other like brothers Each fairy picks a job in their community, hunters gathering food, defenders fighting birds and other dangers, and engineers creating new tools and other stuff -Ref sheet for the Batchers -Eepy batchers -Phee finds a surprise in a lab

Coraline AU: Omega and her family arrive at their new house, where she meets her other Brothers with buttons for eyes -Omega and other Tech (+ snippet)

LULA in all the AUs

CLONE WARS

Dragon Jedi AU (Fantasy medieval setting) The United Kingdoms of the Republic own all the dragons on their territory. When the Confederacy of independent Kingdoms began a war against the Republic, the Kingdom of Mandalore provided their soldiers; the princes of the house of Mereel being the leaders. Every battalion was given a dragon to fight alongside them, and during the time spent together the soldiers realised that the creatures were as smart as humans and kept against their will Which one can you pet? ANAKIN Ref sheet | and Fox | in harness | OBI-WAN Ref sheet+ Ahsoka | and Cody | PLO Ref sheet | and Wolfee | AAYLA Ref sheet | and Bly | KIT Ref sheet | and Monnk | MACE Ref sheet | and Ponds | QUINLAN Ref sheet | and Fox | QUI GON Ref sheet | MAUL, ASAJJ, and MOTHER TALZIN Ref sheet other dragons

Mecha AU: Kaminoas created an army of droids for the Republic. 10-15 meters tall, perfect in combat, and have suspiciously advanced AI. It is located in tubes filled with thick, red liquid, which, if not cracked or destroyed, can be transported into a new metal body. Some of the mechas are modified so that the Jedi can pilot them from the inside, with the commander and the general working together. -Rex and Cody* -Anakin and Rex -Blank trooper design

Non-connected Rexwalker drawings

Medically mandated comforting pressure Rexwalker week 2023 Vampire AU Vaderkin exchange: Massive Mer Ani and Rex

#star wars #clone wars #the bad batch #masterlist #fanart masterlist

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onsomekindofstartrek · 6 months ago

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It's amazing, when Sheridan finally snaps on Kosh it's like he's thinking...

...yeah, I was in a train car, and it exploded on a bridge, and I leapt out and saw the entire inside-out world wheeling before me like the Kingdoms of the Earth, and out of nowhere came what appeared to be an angel of the Lord, as if to keep me from stubbing my toe, rising up to catch me. It was written.

Does that make me Jesus?

And I don't think he believes he is, but I think in that single moment when Kosh turned his back on him, I think he felt like it.

But as much as Babylon 5 flirts with all religions being true, it also kinda clearly says that they're all false. John Sheridan is, in some ways, the most expendable and least known quantity out of everything. He's not the Hero of Prophecy, he's barely a hero of a prophecy, and only because Sinclair's best guess is that he's going to win. Remember, Sinclair is getting ready to head to 1200 AD right now when this episode takes place, and all he really knows about the second shadow war is what the Rangers tell him. The end is really not written, and even if it was, Sinclair isn't god either.

For Christ's sake, Sinclair basically hands the aliens his fucking iphone and says "if someone can unlock this with their thumbprint they're a reincarnation of a powerful Minbari soul" and they based their entire culture around that idea in some ways. He's definitely not god, he's a very silly boy.

But I think in that moment, it wasn't enough for John to be a squishy human next to an ancient demigod who shaped his race since before his race began. I think the prophecy served its purpose in that it made him the One Who Is To Come in that moment; gave him the belief that he, rising ape, could survive standing up to a falling angel and telling it what to do. In the same way, Delenn can act with the entire weight of prophecy informing and strengthening every action even knowing that the guy who wrote the prophecies was... some guy, some random fighter pilot she picked out by chance on the last day of the war, a normal man that she's smiled at, lied to, kept things from, worried about... because she believes that he is the One Who Was, she is the One Who Is, and her boyfriend is the One Who Is To Come. A script guides her actions, never mind where it came from.

I think at the end of the day, that's what Babylon 5 says about belief, the same thing Vonnegut and Pratchett did. Beliefs may be false or true, but more observably they can transform you for better or worse.

#babylon 5 #Garibaldi on the other hand may or may not sincerely believe that he's Judas #but whatever he believes it does MAKE him INTO Judas #even though in this same episode it's his turn to say 'neither do i condemn thee; go now and sin no more'#interludes and examinations #the episode where Jesus other Jesus third Jesus and Doktor Faustus all have a really shitty day #yeah I'm a little unwell about this one

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fatmclassic · 2 months ago

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Lungs 15th Anniversary gig playlist

Last night was such a blast from the past, I went and scoured through my old ipods for my favourite gigs of the Lungs era. I tried to pick gigs which match the energy of each song otherwise too many would come from the same performance. Most are professional recordings aside from rare early tracks

Dog days are over

I went with Glastonbury 2010, this was a huge moment for the band and one of the biggest crowds of the era. Best festival anthem at the best festival.

Rabbit Heart

There are so many good versions of this it was hard to choose. But as it's another festival anthem I went for that. This T in the Park and it's one of the very few performances where she sings the high notes. Isa on backing vocals.

I'm not calling you a liar

Part of her BBC introducing set, when she started breaking into the mainstream. Nice slow build up with some cool harp action.

Howl

There isn't a heap of howl recordings. I went with this one as it has the string section. The first performance for NME brixton is raw as fuck but it's a full gig vid.

Kiss with a fist

Another festival one, Oxegen 2010. This also has an intro to it with Flo dicking about on Isa's keyboard.

Girl with one eye

Intimate early gig at the Blue Flowers club. I honestly think the dodgy sound quality adds to it

Drumming Song

My fave. Actually quite hard to find a live version with drums. The orchestral versions are all great mind, I just wanted the drums. This is from Melkweg

Between two lungs

Until that prom show honestly I didn't care much for this. She has good energy in this version from Amsterdam and mixes it up a bit

Cosmic love

This song is always good, so it was hard to pick a stand out. I went with the electric proms because the harp is so good in this one and it has the drums as well. Nobel prize concert is a close second

My boy builds coffins

Last night did the best version of this, but here's a simple version played in the park with guitar and chris playing fence railings.

Hurricane drunk

I've linked this before but I love it. The instruments sound drunk in this so how could you not. Electric proms again

Blinding

The orchestral version is great, but this song has so many electronic bits that add to it. The insanity at the end was incredible live, most otherwordly experience ever, with the strobes, the UFO noises, the cymbals and her yelling, the fact that it just.keeps.going. I was in Belfast, but this Melkweg gig has a very similar version. So sad when this was dropped from the setlist.

You've got the love

Cheating a bit since this is actually the Ceremonials era but with the intro this is just the best performance of this ever. I always come back to it.

Bird song with intro

A lot of these are either poor quality or missing the intro, but this Amsterdam gig is the full package.

Falling

Again,not many performances. But this is in a church so the echo hits just right. And someone is playing a cowbell or something so that's interesting.

Hardest of hearts

Unfortunately very few recordings that aren't either dogshit quality or incomplete. This is the best I could find, some shitty Barcelona club it seems. Least it got some love last night.

Swimming

The best performance of the like, the 4 times it's ever been played. From Hammersmith Apollo

Are you hurting the on you love?

This poor song was forgotten last night, but seems to have actually been performed a fair few times to my surprise. Sadly most are poor quality. This is the best I could find with a cool little xylophone bit, from Brighton

UNRELEASED Donkey Kosh

Actually more versions of this than the bonus tracks. Anyway I like how speedy this version is, from iTunes 2008

UNRELEASED Throwing Bricks

Back to Amsterdam London calling. Fun and energetic.

#florence and the machine #i can still remember like every note in this lol #fatm #fatmclassic #lungs #Florence welch #florence + the machine

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woodsfae · 6 months ago

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B5 s04e03 The Summoning previous episode - table of contents

OK. I saw a spoiler saying that Lyta blew up a planet with her mind. And now every episode I'm like "IS SHE GOING TO BLOW UP A PLANET NOW" and she hasn't done it. This episode title isn't exactly planet-explosion material to me. And also, planet-exploding sounds like season finale type of shit to me. But I'm getting very impatient for the planetary explosions.

Love Susan's new mission, but am worried that she's going to get picked off out there alone, like G'Kar.

And she taught herself Minbari uh. To a degree. lol!! Assigned translator politely, but firmly.

"Tell the crew: anyone who laughs answers to me personally."

I am personally impressed that Delenn and Marcus both contained themselves.

Wow, G'Kar is not having a good time. Ooof. fuckin. Too tragic! Give G'Kar a few wins to balance out the entire lifetime of extreme shit.

Delenn voiceover after the credits. They are leaning hard on recapping every character's whereabouts at the beginning of each episode. I am assuming they didn't want the audience to be too lost if they missed an episode or two as it aired?

Zack Allen is feeling authoritative! Telling Delenn what must be done. An unfortunately for my dislike of him, he is right, and they ought to go look for G'Kar.

Londo got a haircut, looks like. That crest is definitely shorter. I find Londo and his storyline to be sad and tired.

Torturers are unionized on Centauri, lovely.

And this is an excessively awful fate for anyone, let alone one of my long-term faves like G'Kar.

Vir: Emperor Cartagia needs to be stopped, but I don't know about regicide. Cartagia: Tried to chop G'Kar's hands off, lol. Vir: Londo, you have my murder blessing.

Zack Allen vs a rogue faction of PsiCorps? A Shadows-collaborating wing?

not-Kosh has robbed Lyta of all but one of her belongings! Did he even let her keep a change of clothes? Everyone's got such unique problems. Lyta's is that she's being terrorized by a god having a meltdown over realizing mortality is a thing that applies to themself.

introducing the one, the only, psipuppet!Garibaldi. He has had repeated interest in PsiCorps and has investigated them, has contacts in them. I wonder if that's going to help him resist or anything.

Dang Lyta. I don't remember seeing the gills before. not-Kosh is a dick.

Partner: "Dark Garibaldi! Dark Kotch!"

His memory of B5 is imperfect.

fuck off, Londo.

G'Kar won't oblige their oppressors...and he doesn't let a single hitch hit his voice when speaking with Londo, either. Speaks volumes.

"I hope she appreciates it," & "Me too, *glances at Susan*" is toooo funny.

There is no end to the drama Cartagia is into.

The torture is gratuitous. The way G'Kar's story and later writing is handled is definitely my most major gripe. I don't find it to be well done for a lot of reasons I might write an essay about one of these days.

I'm afraid I don't have any theories about who was able to override B5's security. Sheridan? And reveal his escape in a dramatic flashback later?

lol, yes. And to disprove Delenn's naysayers so immediately and firmly.

Protester: "Captain we thought you were dead." Sheridan: "I was. I'm better now."

Sheridan's plotline on the other hand really tickles my fancy. His legend is fucking wild, and now he's bartered for his life with the eldest of the elder gods, and returned from the dead and promised Delenn he'd do it again.

Lorien is there! On B5! lmfao. I guess when you've hung out with two gods, fought and killed other gods, it ain't no thing to have the elder god hanging out.

Oh fuck, the Vorlons destroyed an entire planet and it's 4 million inhabitants in order to remove the Shadows and their influence. That is an extreme position and escalation. It kinda just makes sense to me that this is an ideological struggle between the Vorlons and Shadows. That's a lot of lower order races caught in a really big vice.

And the League knows much less about Vorlons and their weaknesses than the Shadows and theirs.

epic! It is continually impressive how much this sci-fi feels like high fantasy, and how correct and exciting it is for the main characters to create their own great deeds that rival the gods and all their powers.

Also....I cannot believe I was excited about planets blowing up at the beginning of the episode. I didn't mean blow up planets like that!"

and another!

#woodsfae b5

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btheleaf · 5 months ago

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Writing promt. Pema’s first birthday with the acolytes.

Read it on ao3

Koshe tapped her pen against her journal, lost in thought. She had already flipped through the pages to see if she had accidentally put the information she was looking for elsewhere but found nothing.

She had been surprised to see that Pema's arrival date was one year ago today according to her notes, she figured her memory must not be as bad as she thought, but couldn't for the life of her understand how Pema had been here for a whole year and she hadn't written down her birthday. She flipped through some of the pages just to confirm that she had been writing down the birth dates of the other acolytes. Everyone else she knew for more than a few months had the information scribbled by their name.

Pema knew her birthday. The girl had even baked her a small sweet cake and refused to eat any of it, insisting that it was all for her.

She closed the journal and went to go find her. It took a few tries, the girl liked to squirrel herself away in places where no one would find her. It was a habit they were trying to break her out of. Koshe checked all of the usual spots and couldn't find her. She scratched her head and moved to the common areas to ask around if anyone had seen her.

Pema sat at one of the low tables eating an apple with a large book open before her. Koshe smiled, seeing the efforts of breaking two bad habits were paying off. It had taken nearly the full year since she arrived to convince her that the open door policy in the kitchen was there for a reason. No one had to go hungry among the acolytes, and the girl honestly needed to eat more. Koshe sat down next to her.

Pema glanced up and smiled but kept reading. Koshe kept quiet, knowing if she tried to interrupt her now, the apple would go to the wayside, and she would be upset that she couldn't finish her chapter. She shifted behind her and began to braid her long hair. She could tell Pema was trying not to laugh but held her resolve and kept reading and snacking. Eventually, the apple was nothing but a core, and she closed the book. Koshe finished up the intricate braid and Pema reached back to feel what she'd done as she settled next to her again.

"Did you know you've been here for a year?" she asked.

Pema smiled widely. "No. Has it really been a whole year?"

Koshe nodded. "I have a problem, though."

"What it is?" Pema reached for her hand.

"I don't know when your birthday is."

She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. Koshe gave her all the time she needed, content to sit with her while she worked through whatever it was she was thinking about.

"It's in the winter... or... maybe the spring?"

Koshe did her best not to frown. This poor child. It was summer now. "I missed it then. Give me a date so I can write it down for next year."

Pema scoffed. "But I don't know when it is."

"Pick a day. It'll be all yours. Whenever you want."

She shook her head after another moment of thought. "You pick a day."

Now it was Koshe's turn to laugh. "Dear, I'm not going to pick your birthday for you."

Pema ducked her head in embarrassment. "I don't know, Koshe. I think I remember getting a stuffed badgermole once. It was kind of cold outside, but there was no snow."

Koshe reached out to rub comforting circles on her back. "How about today? The day you got here?"

"The day I became an acolyte. The day I met you." Pema smiled.

Koshe's heart soared. She loved seeing Pema smile. "Today it is. Happy birthday, my sweet Pema."

Pema's lip quivered as she tried to keep the smile going. She reached up to wipe a tear from her eye. "Thank you."

Her arms wrapped around Koshe's shoulders quickly. She hugged her back in a firm hold.

"How old are you?"

"Uhm. Sixteen?"

Koshe kept holding her. "Do you know what year you were born?"

She nodded and was quiet for another moment. "Okay. Actually, I'm seventeen."

"Happy seventeenth birthday, Pema."

Pema started to shake, and Koshe continued to hold her. A few deep breaths later, she calmed down and pulled back.

"What do people do on their birthdays?" she asked as she wiped the fresh tears off her face.

"Whatever they want."

Pema thought for another long moment. "Want to go see if we can get away with raiding the chocolate stores?" she asked mischievously.

Koshe nodded. "I'll distract Liten. You sneak by and get something for us."

Pema grabbed her hand and stood, pulling her along in the direction of the pantry.

#i love pema and koshe so much #and i had such a good time writing this #pema #koshe #this is filled with so many Pema headcanons #ignore me

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year ago

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From the Ashes Pt. 25

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, MC POV

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

He sensed her before he heard the echoing footsteps getting closer and closer.

Inniros lifts his head from his pile of dirt that served as a pillow. The shadows wreathed at (y/n)’s presence. Before long there she stood wrapped in a pale green shawl. Light from the torch in her hand bounced off of the scar above her brow. She was lucky that she had walked away with such light wounds. Still, her scar still had the twisted tell tale sign of stitches with slight bruising that colored her temple.

No one followed behind her. (y/n) was completely alone.

Odd. Only two days had passed since his interrogation. He hadn’t thought the Fiery Hands would jeopardize her safety to let her wander in here alone.

A bit awkwardly, (y/n) puts up the torch in an empty holster before sitting down on the ground; dirt and all. Crossed legged and back straight, they mirror each other.

“H. . . Hello Inniros.”

He nods his head ever so slightly. “Nuha kosh.”

Her smile is tentative. “You can call me (y/n) if you like.” Shyly she clears her throat. “Have they been treating you. . . well? L-Like are they feeding you?”

Green eyes too big for her square face struggle to stay on Inniros. Politely, and a tad self-consciously, he covers his empty socket with a thick segment of his dreads. Women often found it grotesque.

“They have.” Inniros answers simply.

Like a small weight was relieved off of her, (y/n)’s smile grows warmer. “Good. That’s good. Sorry there hasn’t been any news on letting you out of here. The priests, well frankly you still scare them a little. At least the lower ranked ones.”

“I don’t blame them. Safer if I stay down here.” Slyly he scans her slowly, attempting to detect any weapon.

Then she unstraps her sheath from underneath the long shawl, setting it across her lap. “Sorry. They wouldn’t let me in here by myself unless I brought Lightbringer.”

The men of the Fiery Hand trusted her, their proven Azor Ahai. (y/n) could handle a darkin by herself.

“Right, I should probably explain why I’m here huh? I thought maybe if I learned a little bit about you, I can build you up to Weles and the High Priest so they can let you out. And I need to know you if we’re to travel to Asshai after all.” Her pink bottom lip made a soft ‘w’ shape as she spilled through her words. Right hand flexed stiffly. Inniros could vaguely make out a slanted scar on the back of her hand. It still looked semi-fresh. Briefly he wondered where she had received that. What was the story of that scar? From how Cersei presented herself, he had assumed falsely that her younger sister would be just the same. He never asked the reasons behind why they hired him, but inheritance was a major one he heard many times. An easy assignment he had thought so smugly.

When Inniros didn’t say a word, (y/n) takes a deep breath. It was evident that she wasn’t used to the position of authority.

“Does anyone else in your family have red hair? Or is it a trait that all people of Asshai possess. Melisandre told me she was from Asshai as well.”

Blinking slowly, lifts his chin up a margin. “I suppose my mother. She was the only family I ever knew.”

Flustered she apologized profusely. “That was insensitive of me. Sorry.”

“What color hair did your mother have?” he asks in monotone timber.

Slowly her face settles into a small smile. “It was such a beautiful shade of blonde.” tugging a piece of her own hair as if in example, tenderness radiates. “Paler and brighter than mine. That much I remember. She passed away when I was a small child. From childbirth.”

“My condolences. My mother passed away when I was young as well.”

“Do you remember her name?”

Of course. He would never forget her name. “Roisin.”

When mentioning his deceased mother’s name, Inniros couldn’t resist talking about her. After all that time being beaten into submission, trained until he felt like every bone of his body would break, he held the memories of his mother closest of all. It helped to get him through hard times. When he thought he wouldn’t survive something he always thought of her. For that moment Inniros could hear her voice again. Due to his profession though, he found himself storing away those memories to where he hadn’t looked at them in a long time.

(y/n) had listened patiently with a gentle smile and would nod her head or laugh every so often. Yes, her mother had done that too.

The moment he grew quiet once more, (y/n) stood up and bid him farewell. She left him with warm thoughts of his mother.

Returning to your room, you travel outside to your balcony that overlooked the training grounds. Hardly anyone was out now. A few guards could be spotted; temple slaves running to and fro as they delivered items to priests. The large iron fire pit that was close to the cliff was raging, flicking its multiple tongues. Torches lined the path to it with smaller orange flames.

Down below was Inniros in his dark prison.

High Priest Bennero agreed that you should go to Asshai, but not with Innrios. If he was willing to originally sell his skill for coin, then he could still potentially turn and kill you. Even though you were their reborn champion, you knew that they still saw you as naive and young. Melisandre had surprisingly vouched for the darkin. Not only would she attend you, but Alizah as well. She insisted that Inniros was important; only he would be able to seek out the Shadow Hills of the darkin. Locals may have acknowledged the existence of the darkin, but that didn’t mean they knew where they lived. Nor were they interested in seeking them out unless in dire circumstances.

Without him, they would not find the others. And (y/n) required the darkins for the final battle against the Others. It forced the council of the older priests to consent. They wanted to keep him in his cage though. Keep him somewhere contained. That was no way to treat someone who was about to lead you to what many thought were just stories: the jagged, shadow claimed hills of Asshai. Past them are the forbidden Shadowlands that only the darkin dare to travel.

You wished you could talk to Jaime about it but you weren’t ready to accept him back into your folds quite yet. The wounds were still tender after only a handful of days. Maybe he would agree with the older men that you were simply too soft hearted and that Inniros shouldn’t be trusted.

Unfortunately you have known a lot of nasty people in your life. Inniros wasn’t one of them. Even if he had tried to kill you, it was not of his own volition. He didn’t want you dead for the sake of murdering. Your sister had paid him a small fortune for your head and to return Jaime.

When you had interacted face on with Inniros prior, he had seemed cold and detached. Hardly moved, hardly blinked, hardly appearing to be alive. But when you had mentioned his mother? You felt it. Like one of those small torches. A small ball of warmth.

Whoever had stripped him of personality and emotions couldn’t pry Inniros from the fond memory of his mother. **

“Why do you keep showing up here, byka kosh?” Little champion, he called her.

Instead of being offended, (y/n) breaks out into an easygoing smile as she shifts her hood down. Every other night she had been paying Inniros a visit. It was the only time his guards slunk away from the cells to give them some privacy. After her first visit, Inniros kept quiet for the most part. He let her talk about the history of Dragonstone. Aye, he knew of the Targaryen Conquerors of Westeros.

“That’s where I grew up.” She had beamed when telling him so.

You didn’t live in Casterly Rock?

Her smile wavered. “I did. But when Rhaegar named me his future bride I was still quite young. So I was sent to Dragonstone to be raised as a proper princess and eventual queen.”

Being away from Casterly Rock proved to be not so bad of a thing. When Inniros had visited the grand palace of Cersei Lannister, he need only look out the window to be reminded of what a beautiful land the west was. It was a place that offered (y/n) no happiness though, despite how beautiful her gilded cage had been.

“I wouldn’t want you to miss me.” She joked with a shy chuckle as she took her usual spot on the dirt in front of his cell bars.

From knowing her for possibly a week (Inniros couldn’t tell how long he had been in the underground dungeon), Inniros found that she was charming with a sneaky sense of humor he never expected. Even if she joked due to nerves, he found it entertaining. The Lannister siblings were indeed leagues different from one another. Cersei was beautiful even if she had a severe coldness in her deep green eyes that had threatened to consume him. Thick curls of gold that trickled over her shoulders to make a nice frame for her supple breasts. Her facial angles were softer than (y/n)’s but held no warmth.

“May I ask you a personal question?”

He nods his head.

“Who did you grow up with then if your mother passed away when you were young?”

For a long time he stared at her. He knew it was a long time by the way (y/n) shifted in her seat and began to squirm. “My mother sold me to my master, Batur. He will be the one you will meet in Asshai.”

“W-What?! Your mother sold you to him?!”

He told her with such calm “On her deathbed, my mother signed me away to Batur. Loviisa, the other darkin I grew up alongside, theorizes that maybe she thought it would be better for me to leave than watch her continue to decay. Her last way to protect me.”

Had she really protected him in the end? Under Batur, Inniros had experienced pain beyond belief. By Batur’s hands he had been mutilated.

“What a horrible decision it must have been for your mother to make.” She whispers. “Was she a darkin too?”

Inniros shakes his head. “Not that I knew of. The darkin are few in numbers. There is no way to tell who will be born as one. If a master doesn’t find you at an early age, then one can go living blindly without ever knowing what they are. The skill will fade if a child ignores it.”

“If your mom wasn’t a darkin then how did she know to call upon Batur? Regular people don’t really associate themselves with shadow-dancers, right?”

Nodding, Inniros rolls around a small pebble in between his fingers. “That I don’t know. It will always be a mystery to me. But I don’t care. That was in the past. What matters is now.”

“Will you really take us to the Shadow Hills?”

“Of course. If the High Priests will let me.”

“They will!” (y/n) optimistically insisted. Even in the dull light of her torch, her green eyes were scorching bright. They were mirrors into her thoughts and feelings and Inniros found himself trusting in her words. “They don’t trust you, but as their champion reborn, they trust me. Many might protest and say I’m still a young lady, but Weles, the Hands, and many of the priests see my capability.”

She was starting to sound like a leader.

For a split second, Inniros smiled. “Sīr ziry kessa sagon (So it shall be)."

Gaze drooping and her energy decreases, her fingers tighten against her palm. “I have to ask. . . about my sister.”

This was what Inniros had been waiting for. (y/n) hadn’t even mentioned his job the days she had been visiting him. He had thought it would be the first thing she would ask. Certainly she would hold it against him. It was a good reason not to trust him.

“What would you like to know?”

“How did she get into contact with you? Everyone thinks the darkin are just a myth in Westeros. I didn’t think she ever took any of our mother’s stories to heart. Cersei doesn’t seem like the type to believe in fairytales. Even when we were children.”

With his palms splayed on the dirt behind him, Inniros leans back. Cersei had indeed seemed to doubt that he was an actual darkin. He saw the accusation in her eyes. Inniros always got a sense of delight when he proved her wrong and saw the shock that took over Cersei. Shock led to fear leaking out of her.

“I was once in league with the Golden Company for a short amount of time. I still keep in contact with them if they happen to come across anyone who is enquiring for a professional assassin. I don’t ask questions. . . And your sister’s offer was too much to turn away. How she got ahold of the Golden Company, I’m not sure. Doesn’t seem like easy access for a Westerosi lady.”

Her face was solemn. “If she’s determined enough, Cersei will always find a way. What concerns me most is that she knows I’m alive.”

Before he could open his mouth, there’s a sound of rushing footsteps growing louder. (y/n) turns her face away from him and he could see the scar above her brow from where he struck her during their fight. Realizing who was interrupting them, she stands up immediately. Following suit Inniros gets to his feet.

A female member of the Fiery Hand briefly salutes her before hurriedly blurting out “Your presence is requested. There is someone claiming that they know you. They said they're looking for (y/n) Lannister of Casterly Rock. One. . . he looks misshapen. . . he said that he’s your brother.”

There was a second of (y/n) being frozen in place before she starts running down the hall. The Fiery Hand just behind her. **

Tyrion.

Your heart fled your body, urging your physical form to catch up. It just couldn’t be true though. You wouldn’t believe in Sirvart’s words until you saw him.

The dungeons were a long way from the temple’s main service hall. Even with your side burning from you disturbing it’s healing process, you kept your fast pace with

Lightbringer bumping against your hip. You wouldn’t stop until you saw him.

Door after door, hall by hall, you made it and nearly dropped to your knees when you saw the stunted figure turn around.

One green eye and one black eye stare at you.

It was your Tyrion.

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kpoptarotastrology009 · 6 months ago

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Hi. I’m Linh. May I have a free reading?

I would love to know about my future spouse’s current job.

My initials: LDN she/her

♉️sun♍️moon♑️rising.5/5/1998

Thank you. Have a great day❤️

Heyy , linh , how are you? Hope you're doing great , sorry for responding too last but I was so busy those days

Cards : stone Queen from Arthurian tarot , temperance and the nine of koshes from the buckland Romani tarot

Your future spouse's current career seems to be all about keeping things steady and balanced.They're like the rock-solid "Stone Queen" from the Arthurian Tarot, probably in a role that's all about reliability and taking care of business. Think along the lines of a nurturer or someone in a dependable job, like teaching or caregiving.Then there's the Temperance card, showing they're into keeping things chill and harmonious. They might be in a job that's all about bringing balance, like a counselor, mediator, or maybe even a creative type who's all about mixing things up just right.And the Nine of Koshes from the Buckland Romani Tarot? That's their ticket to financial stability through good old-fashioned hard work. They're likely grinding away at a job that's slowly but surely building up their financial security.So, your future spouse is on a path that's all about keeping it steady, finding that sweet spot of balance, and working hard for a stable and secure future.

Hope that helped you , have a nice day and please make sure to always be happy no matter what , I'm sending you love whenever you are 💕💕💕💕

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blasphemousxo · 10 months ago

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For as long as I could remember I had a companion named Baby. She was a teddy bear I got a baby from Osh Kosh B’Gosh. She was white and baby blue pinstriped with a baby blue bow around her neck and on her chest was an embroidered heart that was also baby blue. She was my best friend, I didn’t have very many friends growing up. Probably about 2 or 3 friends. But I had Baby. She went with me everywhere, grandmas house, my dad’s house on the weekends, all the trips my grandparents would take me on. I even would sneak her to school in my backpack. I remember every detail about her. I remember the small tear under one of her arms, the hole in her throat that I believe my grandma patched up for me, and the small glue spot on top of her head. No other toy I connected with so much.

Then one day in July when I was 11, she went missing. We figured I must have dropped her leaving our apartment to go to my grandmas one night. I made missing posters that I hung around my grandmas. My grandma even went dumpster diving at our apartment complex to try and find her. But she was never found. We moved shortly after too. The hope of finding her tucked in a box eventually faded and I accepted she wasn’t coming back. To this day I get misty eyed talking about her.

I spent many, many years searching for a companion like her again. I carried a bear named Buttons that my great grandma gave me. Then it was a Jack Skellington plush doll I got at Disney world. Then a panda my high school girlfriend gave me. But none of them clicked like Baby. When I eventually started making my own money, I really began searching. Buying bears, a lot of the time from Build a Bear, hoping to find the one.

When I was 24 I had that desire came up while I was at work. So in desperation, I went to my local build a bear after work, just to see if I could find someone. They didn’t have anything new, it was December so no real good releases. I spotted the Timeless Teddy, I never liked how they looked on the website but seeing it in person stuffed I thought, I’ll give it a chance. So I picked up my skin and picked out the birthday cake scent and built the bear.

I named him Boris after the line in The Monster Mash, “when you get to my door tell them Boris sent you,” a reference of course to Boris Karloff the original actor for Frankenstein’s monster. I didn’t dress him at first until I ordered a custom Good Guy doll outfit for build a bears. After that, I loved dressing him up in different outfits. Usually he’s in a hoodie or sweater and jeans though. And something just clicked inside me with Boris. After I got him I’d still have the yearning for my companion and buy bears but I always came back to Boris. Even with the new friends I’d get, Boris was still with me. Eventually that desire faded because I realized I found what I was looking for.

He was there for me through some very tough times. He was there while I lived with my abusive ex boyfriend. He was there during my many “grippy sock vacations.” I even sobbed and called my mom when a nurse took him away from me during one of those hospital stays. He knows more about me than anyone. I love everything about him; his matted fur that shows how much love I’ve poured into him, his crooked eyes that I didn’t notice until his fur matted, the comforting way he smells that I can’t tell is from the love I’ve given him or the birthday cake scent still hanging in there or a mix of the two. Even the matted Sherpa fur feels comforting when I rub his little ears or hands.

I still buy bears not in an effort to find a companion though, but because I want them. But most of them I would be fine if I sold or game away or ended up losing somehow. Except Boris. I would be devastated if I lost him. He’s my soul-bear.

I still think of Baby a lot. I know I can never get her back or get back what I had with her. But I can’t help but think maybe she came back to me in a way with Boris. That maybe she led me to him that day. Which I’m sure sounds very silly because these are stuffed animals I’m talking about. But I do believe there’s nothing more powerful than a well loved stuffed animal. Simply from all the love that gets put into them, you bring them to life with that love.

I’m not sure how to end this, I just wanted to share my little story about the bears I love. I hope this resonated with someone at least.

#build a bear #teddy bear #childhood #autism #plushies #stuffed animals #salandria.txt

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authortobenamedlater · 1 year ago

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For the seven characters ask game: Mara Jade, Michael Garibaldi, Delenn, Marcus Cole, Kosh, Scotty, and Uhura?

First, many thanks for linking the post in the ask so I don’t have to go spelunking through my blog for it 😂

Grocery shopping: Garibaldi for sure! He would know how to find the best ingredients.

Lunch: Marcus! I’ve been told I’m a lot like Ivanova. I’d probably win his heart 🤣🤣 And the outing would end with a brawl and Marcus breaking out the fighting pike.

Coffee: I don’t like coffee so I would have tea with Delenn. I think the Minbari would have great tea and we could talk about spiritual things all day long.

Museum/art gallery/aquarium: Uhura. I bet she would like those sorts of adventures and probably know a lot of obscure things about the displays. She just seems like the sort who collects little factoids without even trying.

Library/bookstore: Mara Jade. She was under the Emperor’s thumb for so long, she has a lot of catch-up learning to do. She could also use some self-help/anger management/relationship help.

Thrift shopping: Scotty. Nobody knows how to penny-pinch like a Scotsman.

Plus one: Kosh, just to mess with people.

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iliiuan · 9 months ago

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Babylon 5 S1E9 Deathwalker

My favorite psychic. And my favorite asshole politician.

The hour of scampering. Interesting time keeping system there.

What are you up to, Kosh?

Hmmm. Snake lady does not like the lady with the wrinkled forehead.

Delenn vs Na'Toth in response to mortal enemy: Na'Toth kicks more ass, Delenn does better convincing others to support her.

Do their spots turn gray, Garibaldi, or are you projecting?

The Dilgar sound like some sort of nazi society. Fitting, then, that they all died. I guess that reinforces the show's claim that genocide begets the death of the genociding culture. (What happens when two groups are both set on genociding the other?)

Hello. You seem familiar. (She's a Superman villain, turns out.)

Huh. I guess we're exploring medical ethics this week.

G'Kar is ever the diplomat. Trying to play as many sides as possible. I love that for him.

So people can just rent out psychics? Gives me damane vibes: the person with the powers can't be trusted to use them, but other people can be.

A three edged sword doesn't sound very effective my dude.

Dilgar. I feel like there's a joke there, but it's not coming to me.

Chon'kar. Nemesis? Blood feud? I like it.

Everyone wants Deathwalker's ill-gotten biomedical weapon fountain of youth.

"You shouldn't listen to rumors." That's rich, Sinclair. Listen to the rumors, Londo. It's important.

G'Kar my man, you got outplayed there. Deathwalker is so evil.

Oh yeah. Unethical medical experimentation being excused because the result is valuable provides such tasty discourse. I like that Garibaldi is taking the view that lady is unforgivable and her serum is not valuable actually thank you very much.

Crimes against sentience! Perfection!

Sorry, Earth. You don't get to protect the fucking war criminal. Well fucking played, G'Kar.

What ARE you up to, Kosh?

I guess only the superpowers get votes? Seems like a bad system. Ah. The League of Non-aligned Worlds gets a single vote. They deserve better representation.

The cowardice displayed by every major government is realistic and disheartening.

Wow. Ivanova is having a really bad day. OMG she really pulled the customer service voice and fake smile. I love how she played all of the angry customers against each other. Pure genius.

Kosh wants something from Winters. Oh. Her thoughts, apparently. Poor Winters. She doesn't deserve psychological torture.

It is fair to let Deathwalker produce her serum? Perhaps, but why would you trust this woman? Free, she can manipulate others into fulfilling her twisted desires. In a position of authority, she can stall and make promises to keep herself alive. Nothing good will come from this plan.

And there's the catch. You get immortality by killing other living beings. But that's always true? Can't you get it from plants? Does it have to be other sentient beings? She betrays her evil nature in her assumptions.

I... disagree, Sinclair. Keeping her alive to brew her potion is a stalling tactic at best. And James Holden taught us what happens when you leak random information.

JUST KILL HER NOW SINCLAIR. Come on goody two shoes. You can do it.

I guess the Vorlons killing her prevented anyone else from having culpability, so that's probably for the best. Kosh is such a dick, though. "You are not ready for immortality." Ok wise guy. Is anyone ever?

Poor Winters has PTSD from reading a psychopath's mind. And Kosh has some weird leverage over her now, though to what end is anyone's guess.

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