#van floating 1997

[ffsjustletmesleep]

OHHH MY GOD THIS PICTURE

(don't look at the tags..)

[dixons-sunshine]

Girl Of My Dreams | Van x Fem!Reader

Summary: After being away at college for a few months, you come home to find your boyfriend more than happy to see you. However, something triggers a string of insecure thoughts, and it’s up to Van to ensure you that you are the girl of his dreams.

Genre: Slightly angsty, but mainly fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, allusions to cheating (there isn’t any because Van would never.), insecurities.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Requested by @cordelhya. This is my very first time writing for Van, so I hope I did an okay job. I hope y’all like this!

A small shriek left your mouth at the sudden, unexpected contact from behind. You were lifted off your feet and spun around, that familiar melodic laugh filling the air, making you giggle as well. When you were finally lowered back down to the stableness of the earth, you turned around and locked eyes with those stunning, cerulean-coloured eyes of your boyfriend of almost two years, a breathtaking smile on his face.

Before you could say anything, he leaned down and captured your lips with his in a sweet, tender kiss, his large hands coming up to frame your face. You instantly reciprocated, looping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly. You nearly melted in his embrace, his familiar scent, his familiar touch, just him in general reminding you just how much you had missed him. How all those months away at college had proven that distance indeed makes the heart grow fonder.

You were the first to pull away. When you did, you smiled up at the blonde-haired man, admiring him up close for the first time in—what felt like—forever. God, how you had missed him.

“Van,” you said his name softly, one of your hands sliding up his neck to cup his cheeks.

Van smiled down at you as he instinctively leaned into your touch, his ocean-like eyes glimmering in the late morning sun. “Hey, Babe,” he greeted you in a voice just as soft, his hands moving down to settle on your hips. “Welcome back.”

You chuckled lightly at his words. “Thanks. It’s great to be back. I missed this place.” A beat of silence, before you continued. “I missed you.”

Van smiled softly at that. “I missed you, too. So much.”

Despite not really wanting to, Van stepped out of your embrace and instead extended his hand towards you, a silent offer for you to take it. When you did, he gently tugged you, making you fall into step beside him as the two of you began walking along the waterbed. The casualness of the small gesture made it feel like too much time and no time at all had passed.

“This place sucks without you, y’know,” Van commented, nudging your shoulder with his. “There’s only so much the rest of these lowlifes can do to keep me entertained when you’re not around. It gets lonely.”

Despite the joking tone he used, you knew that there was an underlying sadness to his words. It was no secret to you that Van longed to be able to do what you had done; go off to college, meet new people, make friends his age, and all the other things that came with being an independent young adult. But he could not. Or rather, he was not allowed to. His father needed him, and Van felt obligated to stay.

You called Van every night. He would reminisce about joining you at college, and even talked about enrolling to go with you next Fall. However, whether or not that would become a reality, you did not know.

You cleared your throat, hoping to make your tone as light and joking as your boyfriend’s. “I mean, I’m not surprised. I am pretty awesome.”

Van laughed and nodded. “Yeah, and not at all humble, it seems.”

“Why be humble when I know I’m amazing?” you joked, your heart thumping against your chest as you saw the beautiful smile you put on Van’s face. “It’s ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he retorted playfully.

“Yeah, and yet you love me.”

“Eh, temporary fit of insanity. Some counseling and I’ll be fine.”

You giggled and shook your head. “Now who’s the ridiculous one?”

Van hummed, pretending to think about it, before smirking. “Still you.”

He laughed when you lightly shoved his shoulder, moving closer to press a quick kiss to your temple, before helping you up the step and onto the wooden platform. He led you to the few lawn chairs right on the edge of the dock, before settling down onto one of them and watching as you did the same.

“So, give me the rundown,” he began, lounging back in the chair. “How’s college.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. Nothing to really complain about, other than the fact that I’m getting sick and tired of having to hear the people in the dorm next to mine going at it like fucking rabbits.”

“I think you mean “fucking like rabbits”,” he corrected you jokingly.

You chuckled and nodded. “Same thing.” You followed Van’s lead and settled against the chair, allowing the hot summer sun to bake down on you as you enjoyed the company of your boyfriend after so long of not seeing him. “What about you? How—”

“Van! Hey!”

The sound of a woman’s voice cut you off. Looking up, you saw a brunette, wearing a tight crop top and shorts so short that it left almost nothing to the imagination, approaching you and Van. Or, more so, just Van.

Van sent the woman a friendly smile, looking up at her through squinted eyes against the sun’s rays. “Allie, hi.”

“Hi,” she greeted him, a girlish giggle tumbling out of her plush, red lips. “Sorry to bother you when you’re hanging out with your friend, but I just wanted to ask—”

The woman’s voice slowly faded from your ears. A frown tugged at your eyebrows, and you focused on the wood of the chair instead of the woman and Van. Unwillingly, nasty, unwanted, miserable thoughts plagued your mind, and you had to resist the urge to just jump up and leave.

There was no denying that the woman Van was talking to was downright gorgeous. There was definitely also no denying that Van looked like he had been sculpted by Greek gods. Back in high school, all the girls had wanted him. You had been one of those girls not so long ago.

You never fully understood why Van had chosen you, but you chose to ignore that voice at the back of your head telling you that you did not deserve hm. However, as you watched Van interact with the woman, all those insecurities came flooding back.

You had been away at college for months. You had not come back home for Spring break, meaning that the last time Van had seen you was around Christmas. He went half a year without being able to see you. Half a year… That was an awfully long time, and anything could have happened in that time. Anything...

“Babe? Are you okay?”

The sound of Van’s voice snapped you from your agonizingly cruel thoughts. You snapped your head up and locked eyes with your boyfriend, and your heart almost melted at the concerned look on his face.

You swallowed at the lump in your throat and nodded slowly. “Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Where’d you go?” he inquired, motioning over to his own head to show you that he was talking about where you had gone mentally.

You shook your head. “Nowhere great,” you admitted softly, your eyebrows furrowing together once more. You did not really want to voice your insecurities to Van, but you knew that communication was important, so it was better to get this out of the way than let it consume you from the inside out. “Just thinking…”

“’Bout what?” he asked, leaning forward to see you better.

“Just…” you trailed off, taking a deep breath before continuing. “We haven’t seen each other in a while, and I’ve heard from some of my friends that their long distance relationships didn’t work out because of, well, lying and—”

“Cheatin’?” Van finished for you, a look of understanding crossing his features. He sat up properly, swung his legs over the side of the chair, and leaned forward to take your hand in his. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles soothingly, a look of sincerity on his face.

“First of all, don’t feel bad for bringing this up, okay?” When you nodded, he continued. “Okay. I understand where you’re comin’ from, and I don’t blame you for being scared about this. I know we haven’t been together in person for a while, but that did not change the fact that I love you, and only you. No other girl exists to me like that. I promise. When I’m lonely and I miss you, you know what I do?”

“What?” you asked softly.

Van reached into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and flipped it open, before showing you the small picture in it; a picture of the two of you together, in a photo booth, smiling brightly at the camera. The picture had a few crinkles in it, showing that it had been handled multiple times.

“I look at this picture,” he replied, a small smile on his face. “I look at this picture, and I remind myself that the wait is worth it. That I’m gonna see you soon and that everythin’ will be better.” He closed his wallet and slipped it back into his pocket, before looking back at you again. “I don’t think you realize just how much I love you, Sweetheart. Why would I want to lose you, the girl of my dreams, because of some meaningless fling? Not only is that fuckin’ stupid, it’s goddamn mental. I mean, have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? I wanna know what they feed you at that school because you look good enough to eat.”

You giggled lightly at his words. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah,” he agreed without a second thought. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve got every guy at that school wantin’ you. But for now, and as long as you will have me, you’ll be my girl, and I will be your guy. Nobody else matters. Okay?”

You nodded, a soft, genuine smile on your face. “Okay,” you whispered. “I love you, Van.”

“Love you too, Sweetheart.” A few moments of silence passed, before Van tugged you up from your chair.

“Where are we going?” you asked in confusion, but allowed him to lead you away.

Van sent you a look you knew all too well, a look that had a shiver rolling up your spine. “You were right, though. You have been away for a while. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to properly take care of you, and I’m plannin’ on correctin’ that.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Then take me home, Van.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

[struno2841]

Wish I was him except not really because his life's kinda ass

[drunkbeefstudio]

Used burnt matches and q-tips to draw Van from Floating 1997!

[clandestone]

 //   (  reese witherspoon  .  cis-female  .  she/her  )  .    ⸻  charlotte  talbot  ,  a  forty-eight  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  twenty-eight  years .  the  caged  songbird  is  known  for  being  graceful  and  distrustful  and  is  often  associated  with  the  call  of  a  mourning  dove  in  the  distance,  rain  keeping  you  awake  as  it  thunders  on  the  roof,  the  weight  of  your  dog’s  head  in  your  lap.  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a  photographer for the register,  word  travels  fast  .

the basics

Name: charlotte talbot Nicknames: lottie, char, anything but charlie Gender: cis-female, she/her Sexual Orientation: bisexual, biromantic Age: 48 Birthday: february 25, 1976  Occupation: photographer for the register Marital Status: publicly married to nathan talbot, privately separated  Pets: a rescued rhodesian ridgeback named Bear  Positive Traits: graceful, sweet, witty, generous Negative Traits: distrustful, cagey, gossipy, proud

aesthetics

Inspiration: esme (twilight), madeline mackenzie (big little lies), amy march (little women), lily van der woodsen (gossip girl) Animal: elk Tarot Card: the wheel of fortune Zodiac: pisces   Element: air Mineral: moonstone Song: Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac (specifically the 1997 live version where stevie nicks tries to blow lindsay buckingham up with her mind) 

Backstory

It’s hard to ignore the whispers, the stares, the rumors. No one seemed to know what business Charlotte had in Red Creek, but the townspeople thought itt was strange, the way she kept to herself, the way she seemed to be entirely able to support herself at such a young age, the way she clammed up at the slightest question about her past. Especially when her story was so simple, so boring- she’d lived in Los Angeles for her entire life, and after falling out with her family, she decided she’d had enough of the traffic, the heat, the noise. Years before, she’d been enchanted by an article about northern Michigan in National Geographic, so at only twenty years old, she packed her car and drove thousands of miles away from home in search of a fresh start. After a few months, she was old news, and people stopped turning to stare when they saw her walk into a room. When she started to publicly date Nathan Talbot, the whispers died off completely. It was disorienting, being accepted into the community almost overnight after months of being the source of such gossip. But more than that, it was a relief to no longer be seen with those questioning, suspicious eyes. Charlotte’s marriage to Nathan only further cemented her in the community, and by the time they’d had their first child, no one could imagine a time that Lottie wasn’t floating around town, camera in hand. She didn’t know what a blessing it was to be so accepted, so loved- not until the first death.  Hannah Visser’s death affected her in such a profound, almost visceral way. She’d left home to escape chaos, and had somehow found herself in a situation that had her paranoid and terrified, unable to sleep at night. She came home one day, a great pyrenees puppy in her arms, and that seemed to put her at ease. Knowing she had something between her family and the danger kept her anxiety manageable, and she’s kept a dog of some kind in the house ever since.  Charlotte’s adoration for her children can be seen around every corner at her home- pictures all over the walls, sitting in frames on dressers and side tables. She would do anything to keep them safe, and they are at the forefront of her mind. She may not have always been perfect, but she feels she did the best she could.   Around town, Lottie can be found every morning at early rise bakery, having a cup of coffee. Photography is a huge talent and passion of hers, and working at the register is more about keeping busy and staying creative than making a living. She’s not entirely comfortable in front of a camera though, only having photos taken when absolutely necessary. Occasionally, she’ll sell prints of her favorite photos around town, but never online. 

Wanted Connections

With Charlotte and Nathan being privately separated, it would be fun to have a lil thing on the side to spice things up, as a treat. It would probably start slow and accidentally, since she really doesn’t want to make waves, but could eventually turn into full-fledged sneaking around.  Her group of friends, people she meets at the bakery every morning. Probably close-ish friends, people she can gossip and bitch with. I picture them having a book club, but it’s just an excuse to go to each other’s house and drink wine. A true BFF. Probably the only one who knows about her separation, and knows more about her than anyone else, really. This would have to be someone she trusts with her entire life, since she is a very closed book. Likely someone she’s been friends with since she came to Red Creek. Fellow dog-walkers!! Lottie’s dog has a lot of energy, so she gets her daily exercise in with two walks a day. Scary dog privilege is a lot of work! It’d be fun if this was a newer connection, someone she didn’t interact with much before she started taking a new route, or something like that. Now they purposefully go out on their walks at the same time! 

[rougeclasslover]

The Yellowjackets could have played PaRappa the Rapper

I just realized this, it’s like 5am— I go to school in an hour and no, I have not slept but I need to share this.

when did the first game release? December 5th 1996. (And some demos floating around before that time)—And if they had a Japanese version of PaRappa, or at least an emulator or whatever since it didn’t release internationally until 1997, they could have in fact played it.

That’s if we’re not assuming that the dates of release correlate with the shows timeline, we don’t really have a good estimate for when they went to nationals. If we’re going off release then that would be November 5th (my birthday yay)— I don’t really like that theory though. i think nationals usually happen in late spring or late fall (not sure).

but I’m just saying…

Tell me you see the vision (pun intended)

(Also I might be wrong about the year they crashed since Van mentioned she watched the CATS movie when she was 7, and that was only in 1998. So please correct me if I’m wrong)

[bestiarium]

The Van der Voort sisters [modern American urban legend; ghost story]

This is more of an urban legend rather than a conventional myth. It is said that if you visit the Wollman Ice Rink in Central Park (New York City, USA) in the winter, you might be able to see a pair of ghostly girls making figure eights on the ice, their skates oddly floating just above the surface but never touching it. One wears a purple dress, the other is dressed in red. They appear to be harmless, being content to skate the night away. But they do tend to haunt overprotective parents who restrict the freedom of their daughters.

As the story goes, Rosetta and Janet Van der Voort were two sisters from a presumably well-off family in the 19th century. They lived in a mansion somewhere in Manhattan and had a passion for ice skating: the two sisters spent countless hours skating in Central Park in the winter. But their father was incredibly strict and forbade them to go out on their own or pursue other hobbies. As such, they were lonely and had very few friends, only having each other as company.

Perhaps because of that, the two were said to be inseparable. Even after reaching adulthood, the Van der Voort sisters refused the company of men and eventually died as unmarried spinsters in 1880. In fact, it is said that the second sibling died mere months after the first.

Today, their spirits continue to skate figure eights on the frozen water of Central Park. Supposedly, the two ghosts were first sighted during the first World War, skating the night away.

Sources: Strauss, N., 1997, Surprising Central Park, Nature’s Pied-a-Terre, in: The New York Times, May 2 1997. Hauck, D. W., 2002, Haunted Places: The National Directory: ghostly abodes, sacred sites, UFO landings and other supernatural locations, Penguin, 496 pp. (image: two Victorian ladies ice skating. Image is unrelated to the ghost story but I thought it fits. Image taken from blogpost ‘the romance of the ice: Victorian ice skating’ by Janice Formichella)

[dix0nvix3n]

If anyone knows where I can watch Floating (1997) in good quality,, please tell me. I've only ever been able to watch it in really low quality on youtube which I'm still grateful to be able to watch it but I'd like somewhere I can watch it in good quality cause,, 1) That would be nice and 2) PLEASE. Van Portrays my 23 year old Daryl for my AU fic, I just want some good quality screenshots of him.

[ffsjustletmesleep]

Hi <3

Masterlist☘️

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Pls DNI if you're racist. ableist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.

I love TWD Series and The Boondock Saints

I'm a cat person, dogs are cute but too big and slobbery for comfort :,) , my favorite color is red and my favorite food is Italian.

My comfort character is Van from Floating (1997). I love Murphy MacManus, Joshua (Scud), and Daryl Dixon they're probably my favorite roles of Norman’s but I love all his roles really.

I’m really welcoming to others, I love seeing other peoples writing and checking out their stuff.

Other hobbies I have are reading (of course..) and listening to music, I love taking pictures on my canon to keep in my memories.

This is all for now I can’t really think of anything else to be honest, thank you for looking at my blog❣️

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[maurosouza2024]

Born in 1939 in Globe, Arizona, Douglas Wheeler attended the Chouinard Art Institute, Los Angeles (now California Institute of the Arts, Valencia) in the early 1960s. Long associated with the so-called Light and Space artists working in Southern California in the 1960s and 1970s, Wheeler is best known for his immersive installations produced through the architectural modification of the space of an entire room. In these works, controlled applications of light, and sometimes sound, produce a sensate impression of infinite space. By dematerializing the architecture, Wheeler transforms these rooms into abstract worlds.

Wheeler began his career in the early 1960s as an abstract painter of white paintings subtly inflected with color. He first incorporated light as a medium in 1965 by attaching neon elements to his canvases—works that seem to glow with a self-contained inner light. Wheeler gradually abandoned paint as a medium to produce fabricated “light paintings” and “light encasements,” large, vacuum-formed Plexiglas squares edged inside with neon tubing. Installed in controlled environments—all-white rooms that have been modified and darkly lit—the light-rimmed forms appear to float in space. With his Light Walls, first exhibited in 1969, Wheeler expanded this concept to an architectural scale, transforming a room wall through the use of neon lights embedded within the floor, walls, and ceiling. And in the Infinity Environments that he inaugurated in 1975—for example, SA MI DW SN 2 75—an entire room is dematerialized; a visitor has the experience of entering a seemingly limitless white void, in which light itself assumes an almost palpable quality. Wheeler has also conceived installations that deploy acoustic elements in order to produce certain experiences. In PSAD Synthetic Desert III, initially described in a 1968 drawing and first realized at the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum in 2017, a near-total suppression of sound contributes to an immersive environment that replicates the optical and acoustic sensation of distance in the Painted Desert in Arizona.

Wheeler’s first solo exhibition opened at the Pasadena Art Museum in 1968 and was followed by others at the Ace Gallery, Venice, California (1970); Galerie Schmela, Düsseldorf (1970); and Galleria Salvatore Ala, Milan (1975). More recently, he has had solo shows at FRAC Lorraine, Metz, France (2012), and Palazzo Grassi, Venice (2012). Wheeler’s work has been presented in numerous group exhibitions since the 1960s, including at the Stedelijk Museum Amsterdam (1969); Stedelijk Van Abbemuseum, Eindhoven (1969); Tate Gallery, London (1970); P.S.1 Contemporary Art Center (now MoMA PS1), New York (1976); Venice Biennale (1976); Los Angeles Museum of Contemporary Art (1983, 1986, 1995, and 2003); Louisiana Museum of Modern Art, Humlebæk, Denmark (1997); Guggenheim Museum Bilbao (2000); Moderna Museet, Stockholm (2008–9); and Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego (2011–12). The artist lives and works in Los Angeles and Santa Fe. https://www.guggenheim.org/artwork/artist/doug-wheeler

Doug Wheeler  @ David Zwirner

[hmgn3]

24-May 散財記録

01(sat) ・Manu Delago / Metromonk (2017, used LP) ・Sound of Yell / Light the Currents (2017, used 10inch) ・Brokeback / Returns to the Orange Grove (1997, used 7inch) ・Ove Lind / Jazz På Stampen (1968, used LP) 07(fri) ・Visionist / Value (2017, used LP) ・I Hate The Pop Group (2000, used LP) ・The Waitresses / Wasn't Tomorrow Wonderful? (1982, used LP) 08(sat) ・VIDEOTAPEMUSIC / Revisit (2014, cassette book) ・HESITATION / The Last Christmas (2021, used LP) ・Antti Lötjönen Quintet East, Aleksi Heinola Quintet, Oaagaada / Lonna 2019 (2020, used LP) ・Quentin SirJacq / Far Islands and Near Places (2016, used LP) ・Simon Toldam Trio / Kig Op 15 (2015, used LP) ・Glenn Jones / My Garden State (2013, used LP) ・Bobby and Blumm / Everybody Loves (2008, used LP) ・The Jamaica Constabulary Force Band / An Enchanted Evening (1975, used LP) ・Ed Lincoln / Ed Lincoln (1966, used LP) 10(mon) ・Eli Keszler / Last Signs of Speed (2016, 2LP) 13(thu) ・Ben Van Gelder / Manifold (2023, used LP) ・The International Nothing / The Dark Side of Success (2014, used LP) ・Enrique Villegas / "Los Habitantes Del Sonido" - Volumen III "Jazz En La Casa Apex" (1977, used LP) 16(sun) ・Mukunguni / New Recordings From Coast Province, Kenya (2013, used 2x10inch+CD) ・The Plastic Mastery / Before the Fall (2001, used 12inch) ・Steckar / Elephant Tuba Horde (1987, used LP) ・Paul Barbarin / Paul Barbarin's Bourbon Street Beat (1962, used LP) 17(mon) ・That's the Way I Feel Now - A Tribute to Thelonious Monk (1984, used 2LP) ・Float Up CP / Joy's Address (1984, used 12inch) 18(tue) ・Four Tet and Sa-Ra / Sun Drums and Soil (2005, used 12inch) ・Boredoms / Sunsidal Cendencies (1999, used 12inch) ・V-Twin featuring Bill Wells / In the Land of the Pharaohs (1998, used 12inch) 19(wed) ・The Ephemeron Loop / Psychonautic Escapism (2022, used 2LP) ・David Grubbs / The Coxcomb (1999, used LP) 25(tue) ・Underground Spiritual Game / Above Ground/Notes (2024, 7inch) ・Adnata Ensemble / Oku (2024, cassette) 26(wed) ・Polonka / Poemat konfesyjny (2018, used LP) 27(thu) ・The National Jazz Trio of Scotland / Standards Vol. VI (2023, LP)

[dixons-sunshine]

⋆✮⋆ You can just call me Krys.

⋆✮⋆ I’m a woman, and I go by she/her pronouns, although I don’t mind she/they!

⋆✮⋆ I’m old enough to legally buy alcohol.

⋆✮⋆ I love reading and writing, although sometimes I can get into my own head about my writing skills.

⋆✮⋆ I’m bilingual. English isn’t my first language.

⋆✮⋆ I love The Walking Dead, Stranger Things, Marvel, and a lot of other things.

⋆✮⋆ Daryl Dixon’s sunshine (confirmed).

⋆✮⋆ Steve Harrington’s princess (also confirmed).

⋆✮⋆ Richonner for life.

⋆✮⋆ My favourite season of The Walking Dead is season six.

⋆✮⋆ My favourite season of Stranger Things is season two.

⋆✮⋆ I have kinemortophobia, which is ironic, considering my love for The Walking Dead.

⋆✮⋆ I have one dog. I love him more than most other things in my life.

⋆✮⋆ I’m not a fan of spiders or snakes.

⋆✮⋆ I tend to stay up way later than I should. I’m a night owl.

⋆✮⋆ I’m a chronic overthinker.

⋆✮⋆ I am socially awkward and typically feel very nervous meeting and talking to new people, but I love meeting and talking to new people as well. I don’t really understand it.

⋆✮⋆ I feel like I can be quite annoying at times, so I apologize in advance if I annoy you. Please know that it is not intentional.

⋆✮⋆ I am a professional rambler.

⋆✮⋆ My DMs are always open if anyone wants to talk about anything at all!

⋆✮⋆ If you draw inspiration from any of my works and want to write something based on it, please ask me first!

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⋆✮⋆ I won’t tolerate any racism, sexism, homophobia, xenophobia, hate language, and any other bad-isms! This blog is meant to be a safe space for everyone!

⋆✮⋆ My blog is generally okay for everyone. I specialize in fluff. However, although my blog contains some contents that are 18+, I am not going to force anyone under that age to get off my page, and quite frankly, going through everyone’s blogs to ensure that they are over 18 and then blocking them if they’re not takes a lot of time. You know what you’re getting yourself into when you click “keep reading” on my posts that will always be appropriately tagged with warnings. I am in no way responsible for your media consumption.

⋆✮⋆ My requests are: OPEN!

⋆✮⋆ I take requests for the following people:

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝:

↬Daryl Dixon

↬Rick Grimes

↬Michonne Hawthorne

↬Rosita Espinosa

↬Glenn Rhee

↬Carol Peletier

↬Negan Smith.

𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

↬Scud Frohmeyer

↬Murphy Macmanus

↬Vincent Bauer

↬Van (Floating 1997)

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:

↬Steve Harrington

⋆✮⋆ I always try my absolute best to keep appearances regarding the reader neutral so that everyone can enjoy my stories. However, if I slip up, I apologize!

⋆✮⋆ I’ll write any tropes/kinks I’m comfortable with, and I’ll let you know if I’m not! Some tropes/kinks I’m not comfortable with writing, though, is non-con, dub-con, incest, stepcest, pedophilia, pervert!(character), piss kinks, mommy/daddy kinks, huge age gaps where the reader is barely pushing 18 and daryl is in his late 40’s, hardcore degradation, cheating (if it’s Daryl cheating on the reader in a Daryl x reader story, for example), explicit, in detail sexual abuse scenes, and foot fetishes.

⋆✮⋆ My default when writing is Fem!Reader since I myself am a female. However, I am very open to write for GN!Reader. Just be sure to specify it in your request!

⋆✮⋆ I don’t feel comfortable writing for Male!Reader. I can’t place myself in that situation, meaning there’s no fun in it for me and the story will most likely suck. However, I do know of blogs who’d happily write that, and I’d be more than happy to show you to their blogs. Just ask me and I’ll do it!

⋆✮⋆ I will not write character x character. I obviously have my favourite ships that I want to go canon, but I don’t feel comfortable writing fanfiction like that. It’s just not my thing.

⋆✮⋆ I will not write character x random OC, meaning an OC I didn’t personally create/isn’t a friend’s OC.

⋆✮⋆ I will not write actor/actress x reader. They are real people and I’d feel weird writing that about somebody who actually exists. Absolutely no hate to those that do write it, but it’s just not my thing.

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2. The story of Andrea Yates :She drowned her 5 children. by @ch_j👹

Born Andrea Pia Kennedy on July 2, 1964, in Houston, Texas, Andrea thrived at Milby High School. She was valedictorian, a member of the National Honor Society, and the swim team captain. However, she also had an eating disorder and considered suicide. Andrea Yates forged ahead and graduated from the University of Texas School of Nursing in 1986. She met Russell Yates while working as a registered nurse in 1989. Both 25 years old and religious, they moved in together shortly after — and married on April 17, 1993.The couple vowed to have “as many children as nature would allow.” Over the next seven years, they had four boys and one girl, each named after a biblical figure: Noah, born in 1994, followed by John, Paul, Luke, and Mary, who was born in 2000. But with every birth seemed to come another, more severe, bout of postpartum depression.

By the time Mary was born Andrea Yates had already become dangerously influenced by the religious teachings of Michael Woroniecki. Russell Yates had met Woroniecki in college. Woroniecki was an unaffiliated cleric who preached a zealous form of righteousness that could only come from the immediate family living austerely. By 1997, the Yates family lived in close quarters in a camper van purchased from Woroniecki, and Andrea began homeschooling her children in the 38-foot mobile home. But she was also suffering increasingly severe bouts of postpartum depression. In 1999, with the birth of Luke, she was prescribed Trazodone for treatment. Then, on June 17 of that year, Andrea intentionally overdosed on the antidepressant, leaving her in a coma for 10 days. And on July 20, after she was released from the hospital,Russell found her holding a knife to her throat, pleading to die. Andrea was convinced, as she had heard Woroniecki preach, that women derived from sin and that hell-bound mothers would see their children burn in hell. “It was the seventh deadly sin,” said Andrea Yates from prison. “My children weren’t righteous. They stumbled because I was evil. The way I was raising them, they could never be saved. They were doomed to perish in the fires of hell.”Under subsequent observation, Dr. Eileen Starbranch said she found Yates “among the five sickest patients” she ever had, and she prescribed the antipsychotic Haldol, which appeared to improve Yates's condition. Andrea seemed to improve. On the morning of June 20, 2001, Russell Yates left for work around 8:30 a.m. He had plans for his mother to take over parenting duties from Andrea an hour later. Tragically, it had already been too late. After saying goodbye to Russell, Andrea Yates prepared cereal for her four eldest boys. Then, she took six-month-old Mary to the bathtub, which she had filled with nine inches of cold water, and drowned her, leaving her body floating in the tub. Then, she returned to the kitchen and, beginning with the next-youngest, systematically killed the rest with Mary still visible, in order of age, and laid their bodies on the bed. Noah, the eldest, tried to run when he saw his lifeless sister, but Andrea caught him too. After leaving Noah in the tub and placing Mary on the bed, Yates called the police. Then she called Russell and told him to come home. Andrea Yates immediately confessed that she was the woman who drowned her kids, and she even explained that she waited for her husband to leave before committing them. She had even locked the family dog in the kennel that morning to keep him from interfering. As a result, Yates earned a new trial where she was declared not guilty by reason of insanity. She was sentenced to remediation in the Kernville State Hospital, a low-security mental health facility in Texas, which one of her lawyers described as a "watershed event in the treatment of mental illness.”

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Sorry for being dead, got bored and spent my time brain rotting on insta.

During that time I went on a hunt for one of the first films Norman Reedus was in- after I watched Dark Harbor- Named Floating from 1997. Finding it was really odd because it was on 0 streaming services/pirating sites or DVD copies, but there was a low quality version on Youtube. Thankfully, after making a few posts on Reddit someone gave my a link to an unlisted copy of the film with slightly better quality! The film was pretty good! Nice and emotional. And of course, Norman being very pretty in his role of Van.

If other fellow fans of his films want to see it I can make a follow up post with a link or the film of the movie.

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You said that art is just art but you never knew that these arts can be able to tell the history of the past even the truth behind their life and this world without asking them or interfering with their life. (I include Taylor Swift too. She did have a talent or many talents. Remember? I once said that proved to me that science and art can work together. Taylor Swift's the first that proved I was right in 2023. She did change...her life.)

Can you hear your people cry: Help us now. This dark hour... Deliver us. Hear our call. Deliver us. Lord of all. Remember us, here in this burning sand. Deliver ...(From Deliver Us Song by Eden Riegel and Ofra Haza)

You will understand in the future even though Mona Lisa is just a normal person painting, Leonardo da Vinci did leave something behind in his talent. (The history of the past and the truth behind the world inside.). And Van Gogh's talent was left behind as well. That's why Tsubasa of Phantasia was created to connect to people's past behind their talent even though Tsubasa of Phantasia(is just a cartoon or comic) is not real life or real history but still connects to the truth behind this world.

That's why I tested it by drawing and designing Marie Curie first without reading her actual history. Because the internet is still not 100% real information or even books written by many people in the past. And I can't go to check British Library – London because I don't have enough money to travel. The British Library has rare manuscripts and actual history that can check correct information. And that's why I study the structure of geology in Petroleum. Just like Petroleum said, the earth can tell history even fossils.

Note: British Library, National Library of Great Britain, in 1997–98 a new complex was opened in London near St. Pancras Station in order to unify its vast collections. The British Library holds more than 170 million items, including over 13 million printed and electronic books as well as hundreds of thousands of periodicals, microfilms, and rare manuscripts. Its special offerings include the Oriental and India Office Collections (transferred from the Foreign and Commonwealth Office in 1982), the National Sound Archive (formerly the British Institute of Recorded Sound, incorporated into the library in 1983), printed music, a map library, and philatelic materials.

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Teenage Dirtbag of the Week

Van - Floating (1997)