#THE BLUEBIRD ONE IS 100% A JOKE

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#OK MAYBE I SHOULDNT POST THIS ONE BUT PLEASE UNDERSTAND #THE BLUEBIRD ONE IS 100% A JOKE #THAT WAS IN THE BUCKET OF ME PURPOSELY TRYING TO RILE UP DNPTWT #also the last one is me im phannies #draftsposting #double drafts cuz its my twt drafts in my tumblr drafts

[demon-mortician]

Continuation from this thread with @bluebird-dolly-bride

Listening to Cassandra saying all those things was a true relief for the blue haired, Tomoky remembered those times when she thought that there wasn't hope for people anymore, that no one is completely kind.. But of course, that was a lie too, she had the live proof in front of her now.

She looked so happy to hear such nice words that she couldn't help but jump on top of Cassandra, hugging her tightly into her arms, embracing her body as much as she could, in a last demonstration of affection.

— C-Cassie.. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!, you're so kind, I.. I don't deserve you.. -Sniff.- From now on, I swear with my life that I'm never ever going to lie to you again, I just didn't want to loose you..

Some minutes passed as they settled into the house, Tomoky's dress was completely ruined and torn, with the blood and the ruptures on the fabric it was almost imposible to save it, so they decided to throw it away, and so, Cassandra gave Tomoky some of her clothes for her to borrow. Now that they were more relaxed, Tomoky decided to start telling Cassandra the long joke that her life was.

— Erm... Well, uh, where do I start?.. There's a demonic sub-race called "Kots" that are basically just normal humans with some weak features.. A hundred years ago, I was born under the royal family, product of an infidelity of the queen, and so, she named me "Evangeline" which means "Miracle" because she had trouble conceiving back then.. So my name was never Tomoky, it was a nickname my father gave me to blend in Tokyo...

Outside, a soft storm started to pour down the house...

— The king would have murdered my mother if he found out of my existence, so she ordered my father to take me and run away to a place they wouldn't find us. My father, who was deeply in love with the Queen, fell in a strong resentment towards me, for separating him from his loved-one... He decided to move to the human world, in Japan, so we could camouflage as normal humans and live our lifes away from that problem... Eh, I must say, "Kots" need a.. Um.. "Activation" to unlock their abilities and this aspect, so I pretty much looked like a human and acted like one, I could have lived my life a little bit more without noticing I wasn't a human, as my father was really good at persuading me with time, so I didn't knew I was a 100 years old.. He even erased my memories from childhood, so that's why they were so fuzzy.

— A year ago, we were searched by them again. The king died, and now the race was diying miserably, and they needed a new leader for their dumb plans... I didn't agree to anything they proposed me, and so, they forced me to do that initiation thing.. And turned me into this.. Whatever this is.. And it's not like I would do anything to you, of course, it's just that this appeareance.. It's not.. I was worried that you were going to grow afraid of me, but Cassie, I want you to know: I'm not a vampire nor anything similar, I'm not going to hurt you, I never would.. It's just these stupid fangs that make me look like a threat, but in the end it's just me.. I'm as soft and weak as you see me.

— My mother was, to say the least, a very dumb woman.. She told me that this race has been educating themselves to fight against each other races for centuries, like they were going to achieve anything, but they knew clearly they weren't making any progress.. And they wanted me to continue with that cycle, but obviously I couldn't, it was just so fucking stupid I couldn't tolerate it... I woke up a day after they "awakened" me and it seemed like both of my parents had ran away... She just told everyone I was the new queen and then dissapeared completely along with him.... I took some time to decide what to do and in the end I just burnt the crown and set everyone free, I told them to go and live as humans, as long as they could, so this god forsaken race can finally rest.. They didn't say much, they looked so tired that they just accepted and one by one they started to leave and, soon enough, the place was completely empty..

— I was so shocked that I couldn't just go back home, I stayed in the Demon World some time hiding and living off my father's money for some time until I eventually started doing some mortuary jobs for people in the underworld who didn't have enough money to give their loved ones a proper goodbye.. I didn't like any of that, but now that I have enough I can move on and return to the human world, and live alone.. Forget everything.. And finally be the person I've always wanted to be.

#// Sorry for the long reply hehe enjoy #tomoky masamune #cassandra #mortician-filia #diabolik lovers oc #bluebird dolly bride #diabolikloversoc #diabolik oc #oc #answered #rp #ask

[j4m3s-b4k3r]

Pyjamas in North Sydney

The suburb of North Sydney bustles with people on a workday. While not as busy as downtown Sydney on the other side of the Harbour Bridge, you don’t want to be caught there in your pyjamas at lunch hour. Which is where I found myself.

It was one of those embarrassment dreams made real. I was lucky though to be wearing my semi-reputable pyjamas, rather than the undies I sometimes slept in on hot Sydney nights.. Thankfully too, this walk of shame was only 10-15 blocks or so.. Trying to play it casual, I entered a skyscraper and found the lift. Steadfastly avoiding eye contact with the office workers around me, I stared at my now-grimy bare feet instead..

DING!

The other occupants breathed a sigh of relief as the barefooted loon in his jammies exited the lift. I was relieved too, that the very fellow I’d rented my flat from a few months ago was in the office, and could identify me. It would have been much worse if nobody knew me in there (real estate agents don’t lend spare keys to barefooted strangers in pyjamas with no ID). Worse still, if their office had been miles away, and harder to get to, in barefeet with no cash. So this awkward situation was at least not an utter catastrophe, and I had a (somewhat) sympathetic ear as I explained my tale of woe -

I was at home, heard a delivery at the mailbox in the building entranceway just outside my flat, and went out to see if it was a cheque I’ve been waiting for. Only to hear my front door slam in a gust of wind. Leaving me stranded in my PJs with no key (AND no cheque). Although my window was ajar, it was unreachable from the ground. So, VOILA, pyjama loon.. Ha ha..

I was given a spare key and retraced the cringe-walk back to the small block of flats I lived in. It was an absolutely cracking location, just around the corner from North Sydney station, literally the last residential building on Blues Point Road before the high-rise towers of commercial North Sydney began on Miller Street. The building faced spectacular views of Sydney Harbour on one side, but my flat was on the other side, in the perpetual shadow of a looming skyscraper.

Despite world class views nearby, mine was of the alley where noisy garbage trucks came by daily to clear out multiple office tower rubbish bins. Consequently I always kept the curtains closed, and friends all joked about my dark cave. It was somewhat shabby, but it was the first place I’d ever found 100% on my own and I was stupidly happy about it. I honestly loved the place.

My building seen from North Sydney station (when under construction).

Prior to moving in, I’d had prolonged bad luck in finding somewhere to live. Every weekend I’d get the newspaper, circle ads of shared apartments, then traipse from interview to interview. Like speed dating, I’d get a moment to impress a household of strangers, keen on knowing my finances, my habits, my occupation, my vibe.. Try as I might, I simply could not display enough of the certain something wanted by each house. I was too vanilla for goth house, not financially secure enough for accountant house. Too much of a country bumpkin for posh house, and so on. For weeks, I failed each interview, and slouched slump shouldered back to the grotty Kirribilli private hotel I was living in (falling asleep to the warbling old lady two doors down - “There’ll be Bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover..”) Gawd.

Finally, I saw an ad for a 2 bedroom flat in an area convenient to work. Lo & behold, I could actually afford all the rent on my own (even though I was barely scraping by financially). No more grilling by judgy flatmates! This seemed too good to be true.. When I showed up, the real estate agent explained that the rent was so low as some construction was planned in a year or two. This didn’t bother me, as I planned to go abroad soon anyway. Though somewhat dark, my flat was paradise after sleeping on some friends’ couch, and staying in The Sad Loser Hotel.

This block of flats was one of the most sociable buildings I’ve ever lived in, and I met many neighbours immediately upon moving in. While unpacking boxes in the lounge room, my front door slammed open, and someone boomed a hearty “hello!” as she came clomping down the corridor. She did a double take at the sight of me and burst into raucous & infectious laughter. “Oh sorry, you’re clearly not (so & so)!!” I explained that the person she'd expected had moved out, & I’d just moved in. She introduced herself as Carmel, warmly welcomed me to the building, and explained the lay of the land - telling me who was who and what was what. The bloke next door was a truck driver who was barely ever there, and she introduced me to the tenant living on the far side side of my floor, Catherine, who had one of the utterly speck-tack-you-LAH views of Sydney Harbour.

The invite I drew for Catherine’s NYE party, attended by many in the building.

It was a year when I did a lot of freelance working from home, so I got to know several residents & their various entourages, and socialized frequently with them all. My flat was near the mailboxes, and when working at my drawing table in the spare bedroom I’d hear people come & go, and they often came in for tea & a natter. Catherine two doors over had an infant boy who I sometimes babysat. Carmel worked in a bar/restaurant near Wynyard (where she played the room like a theatrical Diva). There was also a fellow whose name escapes me now (a flatmate of the ever-absent truckie? Or perhaps of Carmel?) Who’d come by and bend my ear about the merits of EST and other 1980s self-help bollox.

The fly in the feel-good community ointment was a cranky old Polish bloke living right beneath me, who’d constantly thump on his ceiling. Screaming obscenities through my floor boards, he accused me of making a horrendous din. To hear him tell it, a death metal band was practicing upstairs, though I was quiet as a mouse. Carmel claimed his 'bark was worse than his bite', & he was 'a lovely man', etc, but to me he was like an angry troll living under the bridge. Plus, he made the communal laundry unusable by making blood sausage in the wash tubs. bleurgh.

However, I was soon to get my own lessons in building acoustics. Late one night, I was woken to the sounds of someone being beaten up in the alley outside. I stuck my head out the window.. and realised the moaning and groaning was coming not from the alley below, but from the apartment above.. rhythmic groaning? Ohhhhhh.. Carmel (always up on the building scuttlebutt) soon confirmed that newlyweds had moved in upstairs. I’d be in my lounge room, when there'd be sounds of rambunctiousness on the sofa above. Giggling soon segued to moaning & groaning. I subsequently heard them shagging in every room. The bathroom, the bedroom, everywhere. Good lord. It can be difficult to get to sleep in Sydney on hot summer nights, but especially when the Sex Olympics is happening upstairs. (I participated too, in the Celibacy Marathon, scoring a gold medal for Australia). So the Pole had been right after all. Without carpet/insulation, simply walking to & fro made a hell of a racket on my ceiling (and they got up to a lot more than walking, the randy monkeys).

Yobbos & Trendies, sketched on train to North Sydney, 1985.

From my wonderfully located flat, I could easily walk to animation studios in St. Leonards, go to Milson’s Point for a swim in the spectacular North Sydney pool, or ride my bicycle across the Sydney Harbour Bridge to meet pals in town.. As always during this era I had no phone, but had finally inherited a telly when my pal Chris left OZ. With the sound turned down it was often the visual accompaniment while playing my LP records (or the mixtapes we made & swapped in those days).

While living in this flat, there were several visits from hometown family, including Dad. The first time was soon after I moved in, and I prepared for the ridicule that my flat typically inspired.. but Dad absolutely loved it. He wandered from room to room as if awed, impressed that I’d found it all on my own. His reaction genuinely made me happy. I hadn’t yet got much furniture, so Dad slept on the bed and I took the floor, but I barely slept at all, because Dad seemed to continuously choke in his sleep. I learned later that this was his (eventually diagnosed & treated) sleep apnea. Dad’s last visit coincided with my 22nd birthday, and we went out to celebrate with one of his workmates, who I’d known for years. It was a fun evening, where I was treated to the sight of Dad giggly drunk. I only ever saw him drunk twice in my entire life, and both times he was giggly silly, not a mean drunk at all. Anyway, I had to help him to bed that night, laughing like a loon.

In that last year before I went abroad, there was a dramatic uptick in tour buses containing international tourists. I began to see them in the lower North Shore area, where I'd not noticed them before. Sydney finally was on the international travel map. Travel was on my mind too. I gave my few sticks of crummy furniture (& sold my hi-fi) to a coworker, who also took over my lease (he habitually wore army boots, so I’m sure the old Pole loved that). The general idea when I left Australia was that I’d come back and share the place. As it turned out, I’ve lived abroad for the rest of my life.. My understanding was that this block of flats would eventually be demolished, to build another high-rise tower like the one next door, but it is still there:

211 Blues Point Road (AKA, 1 Miller Street)

The owners/property managers had been letting it go when I lived in the building, but now it is now posh, and known as ‘THE CITADEL’. (Lah-di-dah). For reasons unclear, the addressing in that block have changed. What used to be '1 Miller Street' is now '211 Blues Point Road' (which was confusing when plugging my old address into Google Maps). My rent was $55 a week, but the same flat goes for about $900 per week now.

I was very lucky to live in Sydney just before it became unaffordable for the average shmo. On spotty & low pay, I managed to live twice right by the harbour, when it was still possible to have fun in Sydney without being rich. Anywhere is fun when you have cash, but truly wonderful cities are lovely even when you’re broke. To me, that is the definition of a livable city.

from www.James-Baker.com

#cartoons #sydney #1980s #embarrassing story #north sydney #2d animation

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#TIMELESS TREASURES FABRICS TV#

Later, the arrival of Justin Long - playing a slimy TV figure of a new show tellingly called “Chip off the Block” - clouds things further, he being an actor long associated with good-guy comedy. Casting Skarsgård as the is-he-a-sweetie-or-not comes colored by his role as Pennywise in “It,” and even the film's setting is a slight-of-hand - a bombed out section of Detroit with the Airbnb home in its center was actually filmed in Bulgaria. Make no mistake: Cregger is playing with us every step of the way. Yet somehow it will evolve into a hair-on-fire horror flick with eyeball-gouged skulls. Their little awkward dance - checking booking receipts, offering to sleep on the couch - seems to point to a tiny tale of gender roles and microagressions. It starts on a rainy middle-of-the-night street of a half-ruined section of Detroit when a young woman (Georgina Campbell) finds her Airbnb-rented house weirdly occupied by a stranger (Bill Skarsgård.) “I don't know what the protocol for all this is,” he tells her.

#Timeless treasures fabrics

[llamagoddessofficial]

Original Siren = Harpy? The Harpy Boys. Migrating bird boys that stay near the water, mountains, caves, and cliffs. Near impossible to see at night. Sirens of the skies. Bird Nests. Preening. Addicted to the shiny. If you are ever in trouble, throw a mirror, keys, coins and run the opposite way.

HARPEY,,, harpie...... winged beasts whose feet are instead claws with huge talons....... direct from wikipedia; ‘When a person suddenly disappeared from the Earth, it was said that he had been carried off by the harpies’. They 100% would kidnap a pretty human they wanted to keep....

here’s some headcanons because. i have a mighty need

Sans:

His feathers are like those of an asian fairy-bluebird. Where they are close to his shoulders they’re a stunning deep electric blue, and the rest (the majority) are black.

He obsesses over/collects ‘pretty things’; this isn’t just shiny stuff and could be anything that piques his interest. Books, electronic devices, cool looking stones... and in this case, his new favourite pretty thing is Mc.

He definitely likes to ‘preen’ her; playing with her hair, touching her skin, etc, even if at first she would pull away in fright. Physical bonding activities she has no idea are incredibly romantic to harpies.

After he kidnaps her, all the pretty things he collects are things she finds pretty.

He met Mc first, as per usual. Instead of immediately carrying her off and eating her he decided to follow her home at a distance- her home had a balcony with a lovely glass door that she often forgot to lock because of how high up it was. He would use that to pay her nightly visits... she only started to clue on that she wasn’t alone in the house at night when she woke up early one morning to find a single, huge, jet black feather on the floor by her bedside.

He kidnapped her eventually, swooped in and grabbed her by the upper arms kinda like this (of course, he was careful not to stab her with those gigantic talons of his, harpies are incredibly precise)

Red:

His feathers are like the crimson sunbird. Red at the top, and fleckling down into brown, very faintly following the lines of the middle feathers. He’s very proud of his plumage, he feels like it makes him look cool and dangerous

The first harpy she warmed up to after Sans kidnapped her. Red’s always the amicable one who can ease tension and assure her she’s not here to be a snack.

... He’s a nester. He’ll grab Mc but instead of eating her, or picking her up and flying away, he’ll just pull her into his nest of pillows and blankets in a flurry of feathers and effectively kidnap her until he gets too lovey-dovey and tired to catch her during her escape attempts.

Unlike Sans, Red’s attentions couldn’t more obviously have underlying intentions. He chuckles and nips her ear while running his phalanges through her hair until she squeaks and jumps back. But... the ‘preening’ he’s doing with her? It isn’t real preening. It’s a show, a joke.

... Red doesn’t ever really do that kind of thing. Proper preening, genuine preening... it’s all too vulnerable, it’s too domestic. It’s a promise of love. You only do that to family, or... your ‘one and only’.

That’s a little too close to home for him.

He’d only properly preen her when he’s tired, or very very emotional and it’s just the two of them in one of his many nests. Tucked up close to her, and he can’t help but softly start to play with her hair.

Skull:

Wings are pretty much black hawk eagle to a T.

Usually keeps his wings tucked close to his body, as he has a very ugly scar running down the back of one wing that left him missing a few feathers. He’s self conscious

Also the issue of there being few things more terrifying than a Skull-sized harpy extending its wings to full length.

However... when he’s cuddling Mc, he can’t help but wrap those huge wings around her to pretty much entirely hide her from view. It’s just instinct. He wants to keep her closest to him, and out of sight of anyone unwanted.

His feet talons are about the length of her lower arm, so he’s always conscious of being especially gentle around her.

Likes to preen her too, but to a much more intense degree than the others. It started with gently brushing through her hair when he had a moment but it grew into pulling her into his lap to properly brush and detangle every strand

When he’s at his happiest (Mc pressed up against him and probably keeping her wrapped up in one wing) he makes little, almost inaudible warbly cooing sounds.

#llamagines #harpy au #im . love them already #FUCK

[love-takes-work]

Over 150 Steven Universe Recipes

Here is my absurd gallery of recipe photos. Every recipe here has been eaten, prominently featured, or (in a few cases) mentioned on Steven Universe or Steven Universe Future.

Recipes I did not make would include a) stuff eaten that wasn’t really food (usually); b) stuff that was drawn as background art or incidentally; c) food that shows up again and again if I’ve already made it once; d) stuff that only appeared in comics or games; e) sentient food (usually), unless it was eaten (this is more of a problem in Steven Universe than most people recognize). 

Enjoy. Numbers correspond to descriptions after the jump. Find a recipe in the show that I haven’t done and I’ll buy you lunch.

1. Hot Dogs and Hamburgers - "Beach Party" 2. Amethyst's Birthday - "So Many Birthdays" 3. Beans - "Are You My Dad?" 4. Mask Island Fish - "Island Adventure" 5. Perfectly Timed Afternoon Sandwich - "Onion Friend" 6. Bagel Sandwiches - "Cheeseburger Backpack" 7. Three-Way Sub - "Say Uncle" 8. Slurpable Fish - "Steven and the Stevens" 9. Battle Rations - "Change Your Mind" 10. Hoagie - "Super Watermelon Island"

11. Brunch - "Steven Reacts" 12. That 'Za - "Guidance" 13. Breakfast Only Breakfast - "Maximum Capacity" 14. Bindle Lunches - "On the Run" 15. Bodyguard Sandwich - "Shirt Club" 16. Bigger Together Breakfast - "Together Breakfast" 17. Bixbite's Pizza - "Guidance" 18. Caprese Salad - "Shirt Club" 19. Blowtorch Grilled Cheese - "Space Race" 20. Bluebird's Cake - "Bluebird"

21. Cloud - "Steven the Sword Fighter" 22. Cheeseball Cake - "Fusion Cuisine" 23. Mushed-Up Carrots - "Greg the Babysitter" 24. Secret Meal - "House Guest" 25. Bowl of Cereal - "Arcade Mania" 26. Chaaaaps - "Monster Buddies," "Onion Friend," and more 27. Spicy Chili - "In Dreams" 28. Tasty Cereal (and cereal dust) - "Greg the Babysitter" 29. Carrot Bean Meal - "Rose Buds" 30. Clams, Peanut Butter, and a Side of Fresh-Cut Grass - "Bluebird" 31. Cherries - "Mr. Greg"

32. Garnet's Cookies - "Warp Tour" 33. Connie's Smoothie - "Sworn to the Sword" 34. Cookie Cat Ice Cream - "Growing Pains" 35. Colonel Kernel's Classic Creamed Corn - "Rose's Room" 36. Hot Cocoa - "Growing Pains" 37. Homemade Cookie Cats - "The Future" 38. Cookie Cake - "Steven's Birthday" 39. Corndogs - "Too Short to Ride" 40. Hunted Fish - "Fragments" 41. Cookie Cats - "Gem Glow" 42. Battle Refreshments - "Sworn to the Sword"

43. Dirt - "Prickly Pair" 44. Microwaveable Breakfast Friends - "Political Power" 45. Egg Salad - "Steven vs. Amethyst" 46. Crystal Lizards - "Lion 2: The Movie" 47. Donut Box - "Sadie Killer" 48. Dog Nut - "Lion 3: Straight to Video" 49. Durian Juice - "An Indirect Kiss" and many others 50. Melted Ice Cream - "Political Power" 51. Crystal Drinks - "Rose Buds" 52. Dad Breakfast - "House Guest"

53. Fantastic Fries - "Restaurant Wars" 54. Everything Pizza - "What's Your Problem" 55. Fire Salt & Fries - "Joking Victim" 56. Fish Stew Pizza - "Steven's Lion" and MANY others 57. Fresh-Squeezed Lemonade - "Rising Tides, Crashing Skies" 58. French Toast Breakfast - "The New Lars" 59. Fire Salt Donuts - "Joking Victim" 60. Orange Juice - "Alone at Sea" 61. Food for Stranded Humans - "Lars' Head" 62. Fressssh Donuts - "Steven Floats" and many others

63. Breadsticks - "Fusion Cuisine" 64. Gem Harvest - "Gem Harvest" 65. Fruit Cereal - "In Dreams" 66. Guacola - "Drop Beat Dad" 67. Shrimp Appetizer - "Fusion Cuisine" 68. Giant Bird Egg - "Cheeseburger Backpack" 69. Graduation Cake - "Little Graduation" 70. Frybo Fries - "Frybo" 71. Funnel Cake - "Onion Trade" 72. Fry Bits - "Laser Light Cannon" and MANY others

73. Alien Carcass - "Jungle Moon" 74. Cliff Picnic - "An Indirect Kiss" 75. Jungle Moon Fruit - "Jungle Moon" 76. Hot Dog - "We Are the Crystal Gems" opening theme 77. Happy Breakfast - "Keystone Motel" 78. Korean Lunch - "Steven's Dream" 79. Jam and Biscuits - "Sworn to the Sword" 80. Fish Kebabs - "Island Adventure" 81. Lars' Lunch - "Coach Steven" 82. Ice Cream à la Pie - "Mr. Universe"

83. Mayo Sandwich - "Future Vision" 84. Macaroni Cheese - "Warp Tour" 85. Confectionary Puff Rocks - "Kindergarten Kid" 86. Hotteok & Fruit Milk - "Steven's Dream" 87. Snack Sushi - "Cooking With Lion" 88. Lion Lickers - "Nightmare Hospital" and others 89. Hot Dog & Marshmallow Kebab - "It Could've Been Great" 90. Largest Bowl of Ice Cream in Beach County - "Joking Victim" 91. Marshmallows - "Winter Forecast" 92. Macaroni and Nothing - "Warp Tour"

93. Mashed Potato Steven Sculpture - "Onion Friend" 94. Mooncakes - "Little Graduation" 95. Party Sub - "Your Mother and Mine" 96. Pie - "So Many Birthdays" 97. Onion Rings - "Garnet's Universe" 98. Our Own Snacks - "Lion 2: The Movie" 99. Me-Time Meal - "Kiki's Pizza Delivery Service" 100. Nut Dog - "Lion 3: Straight to Video" 101. Noodles and Butter - "Onion Friend" 102. Oyster Crackers - "Joking Victim" and others

103. Popcorn - "Bubble Buddies" and many others 104. Cupcakes for Pearl - "So Many Birthdays" 105. Cool Kids Potluck - "The Good Lars" 106. The Pink Lars - "Letters to Lars" 107. Pink Diamond Shards - "A Single Pale Rose" 108. Pizza Bagel - "Restaurant Wars" 109. Pizza Steven Universe - "Say Uncle" 110. Burrito and Chip Burrito Pizza - "Bismuth" 111. Pile of Food - "Reformed" 112. Pepe's Burgers Meal - "Mr. Greg," "Mr. Universe"

113. Watery Macaroni - "Storm in the Room" 114. Mozzarella Sticks - "Restaurant Wars" 115. Eggs for Eyes - "Snow Day" 116. Pumpkin-Shaped Pumpkin Bread - "The Good Lars" 117. French Fry Pizza with a French-Fry Crust, with Fries on the Side - "Restaurant Wars" 118. Pine Needle Tea - "Gem Hunt" 119. Protein Shake - "Snow Day" 120. Deep-Fried Pizza with Pizza Bits - "Restaurant Wars" 121. Rebel Turkey Leg - "Open Book" 122. Protes - "Gem Hunt"

123. Soup When It Rains - "When It Rains" 124. Mama Sadie Lunch - "Lion 3: Striaght to Video" 125. Shield Veggies - "Gem Hunt" 126. Snow Cones (and snow cone juice) - "Guidance" 127. Formula - "Three Gems and a Baby" 128. Jam Sandwich - "Three Gems and a Baby" 129. Nicey Spicey Spicy Pretzels - "Lion 3: Straight to Video" 130. Sandwich Not for Cats - "Cat Fingers" 131. Secret Team Bits - "Secret Team" 132. Salad That's Mostly Cheese - "The Big Show"

133. "That Was a Cake???" - "Steven Floats" 134. The Finest Steak and Brie - "Mr. Greg" 135. Together Breakfast - "Together Breakfast" 136. Square Pizza - "Keystone Motel" 137. Sugar Shock Shut Down - "Last One Out of Beach City" (also included cans of Apple Sidra) 138. Strawberry - "Serious Steven" and "Buddy's Book" 139. Together Breakfast Wedding Cake - "Reunited" 140. Tea and Cookies with UG - "Say Uncle" 141. Suitcase Sam's Lunch - "Onion Trade" 142. Tea Sandwiches - "We Are the Crystal Gems" extended opening

143. Zucchini With Linguine - "Steven and the Stevens" 144. Rotten Tuna Burrito - "So Many Birthdays" 145. Baby Melon - "Watermelon Steven" 146. Mi Torta - "Monster Buddies" 147. Zoo Fruit - "The Zoo" 148. Waffle Egg Sandwiches - "Winter Forecast" 149. Tots and Tot Bits - "Letters to Lars" 150. Together Forever Cake & Picnic - "Together Forever" 151. Ube Roll - "The Good Lars" 152. Tea and Teabag - "Onion Friend," "Three Gems and a Baby" 153. Tomato Soup Juice Box - "Bluebird" 154. Wedding Cake - "Gem Harvest"

#steven universe #food #long post #steven universe food #steven universe recipes #myblog

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Sometimes Labels Fail (Bonus Features)

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Title in my Word Document: The Correct Label is Baby. He’s Baby. (Yes, I label my WIP’s with memes when at all possible. No, I am not taking constructive criticism)

Technical Writing Facts:

This fic appears in three different places in my documents. First it started in my Ideas word document, then it transferred over to a file called TSSS superhero (which has now become where I store things in this universe until they become their own stories or one-shots. Currently I have 13,746 unpublished words in this folder… most of it is piecemeal, but I digress.). Then I decided to rewrite parts of it and put it in the word document mentioned above.

I wrote most of the story during finals week. The last chapter was written while I proctored my student’s exams. Logan’s crack about being asked questions about his class by students at coffee shops was me venting over something that had happened recently. Please, do not come up to me with your laptop open in a public place. I just wanted a cup of tea.

Patton did not originally have a large role in this fic. Then I wrote the first paragraph and thought it was funny to have Logan being absolutely serious as he listed out the way he segmented his life and just input random not as serous things, and Patton convincing him to put jam in cookies came up and then the binder part came in and suddenly it wasn’t a joke and they’d been married for decades.

In part 2, Logan comforts Patton by hugging him, rubbing his back, and laying his cheek on top of his head. In part 3, you see Patton comforting Virgil in the exact same way. This is intentional as Logan observed this behavior from Patton over the years and emulates it.

I wrote the whole story before giving Logan and Virgil superhero names. Instead I just wrote (Logan) and (Virgil) every time so I could “control f” their names with parenthesis when I decided on something.

I couldn’t stop calling Virgil Shadow Crawler and I don’t know why. I kept having to go back and find and replace in my word document for it.

I immediately regretted calling Logan Bluebird. It was fine for his chapter and then I couldn’t stop laughing every time Virgil seriously called him that in his head.

Character Facts:

All of the sides + Emile and Remy exist and are sympathetic in this AU.

Logan:

Logan has a doctorate degree in math and physics. He double majored in both and went straight for a PhD in math after his undergrad. He picked the physics one up later. He also went and got a bachelor’s degree in biology. (No this wasn’t so he could understand Patton’s research papers better. That would be an irrational reason to get a college degree.)

Logan became a superhero out of academic spite because of course he did.

When Logan first became a hero, it was shortly after a scandal that happened where a major superhero’s identity was exposed, and it turned out it was the spouse of an important political figure. It was a very public and messy divorce. Logan swore to himself he’d never get into a relationship with someone who didn’t already know he was a superhero, citing it was a bad foundation for relationships. The catch 22 was that he refused to tell anyone his secret identity. Patton ended up figuring it out on his own. Logan had not accounted for this.

In fact, Logan at the end of this story, had never told anyone his secret identity. At the end of this story only three people knew: Patton, Virgil, and Remy. No one ever told Remy and they never discussed it with him. He just kinda figured it out and didn’t say anything. Logan knows he figured it out and also hasn’t said anything. Remy is a bit salty about this and likes to send subtle jabs at Logan about it. Both Patton and Logan know he knows. He’s known almost as long as Patton. It’s almost an inside joke between them at this point.

Virgil:

Virgil doesn’t know anything about his birth-parents other than his birth mother died in childbirth.

Virgil once stole something that was not money or food and it was completely accidental. He broke into a museum just to look as a 14th birthday present for himself. He got caught by a guard and panicked. For some reason, his panicked brain told him since he was a villain, he had to make it look like there was a villainous reason for him to be there… so he stole a statue. Yeah, he doesn’t understand it either. Yes, he ended up getting it back to them. What was he supposed to do with a statue?

Virgil plays the clarinet and is actually pretty good. He wasn’t able to get into any of the bands you have to audition for (he’s just in the general non-audition band at school) and was never able to really practice. Plus, his clarinet is one of those meh loaners from the school.

Virgil ends up majoring in biology with a minor in chemistry and attends the same college Logan teaches at.

I haven’t quite decided what Virgil’s going to do for his career when he grows up, but I’m leaning toward something in the medical field, though not a surgeon like Patton. Maybe a pediatrician.

Patton:

Patton was the one originally with the name Sanders. Logan took his name when they married.

Patton’s family life wasn’t… great in his youth. He had some unhealthy perceptions of relationships and his place in relationships he had to work through.

The café Virgil and Logan went to in the last chapter is where Patton and Logan first met! Patton almost poured an entire cup of coffee on him because he was exhausted after a shift at the hospital. He didn’t even notice that Logan used his powers to prevent an accident. Logan wasn’t sure if he was acting like he didn’t noticed and was plotting something. He decided to keep an eye on him. (Spoiler alert: he did keep a very good eye on him.

Patton saved the life of the current mayor. She had been the chief of police about a decade before this story. She was majorly injured in the line of duty to the point where basically she was a lost cause. Patton, though, saw her two elementary aged sons and went absolutely not. With the permission of her wife, he took her in for multiple surgeries (many experimental) and by pure force of will stitched her back together. She woke up half a year later. Will she ever walk again? No. Did she get to adamantly insist on carrying boxes on her lap while riding a wheelchair to help her sons move into their college dorm this past fall? Yes.

Because of the above, Patton gets invited to many high-profile events. Patton does not like going to these things alone. Which isn’t a problem until Bluebird is on the guest list.

Remy:

Remy has been working with Patton for basically forever. He’d been working for less than a year before he got swept up for an emergency surgery because he was the closest one around and it was a very high-profile case that needed to be dealt with right that second. That’s when he first met Patton and due to certain events, everyone in that room ended up with a certain tie to each other. He’s basically been Patton’s nurse ever since even when they just worked together in the ER. Everyone knew Remy was Patton’s nurse even though he wasn’t officially. When Patton stopped being an ER surgeon and became more of a specialist, Remy followed him right out the door and now works with him and two other doctors.

Roman:

Roman didn’t appear in this story, but he was mentioned and he’s around. He started going out in a prince costume when he was 17. (He is 3 years older than Virgil). He gets away with it mostly because everyone “knows” Roman’s too dramatic and likes to boast. The boy couldn’t keep a secret like that to save his life. So, what if that guy has superstrength like him? Look he’s sitting right there. Wait that’s Remus? …Nah, still couldn’t be him.

Remus:

Remus is Roman’s twin and has the same powers as him. He is not active during this story, but he will end up as a “villain.” He actually ends up working with a government agency to basically go undercover as a supervillain and helps bring down villains. He’s really good at it. His mothers know, but honestly, they kind of expected something like this. They’re just glad their other son is just a normal actor who has no interest in risking his life…

Deceit:

Deceit was actually mentioned (though not by name) in the first chapter. He is a vigilante and has been since before Logan was on the scene. Logan hates him. He probably would have gotten over being shot that one time, but then he made the mistake of needing medical care and kidnapping a doctor… He didn’t harm Patton at all, and Logan found him in like two hours, but none of that mattered. Logan was super, super pissed. The funny thing is, Deceit was not and still is not aware of Patton’s personal connection to Bluebird. He isn’t quite sure why Bluebird treats him with more disdain than he does most villains, but just figures he’s an asshole.

Emile:

Emile is a pretty well-known psychiatrist. He offered his services free of charge for people affected by the school shooting. He even extended the invitation to Bluebird, letting him wear the mask the whole time. Logan took him up on it because honestly, it was a traumatic situation and he figured he should deal with it now rather than later. Emile is currently dating Remy. He was not 100% sure why the superhero Bluebird seemed to be giving him dating advice at a party, but it worked out. (No, Remy is not aware Logan set him up.)

Feel free to keep sending asks about this story going forward. I love them and I have a lot more about this universe in my head that I didn’t put here either unintentionally or intentionally.

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#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logicality #remy sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #tw school shooting #tw medical #tw surgery #sometimes labels fail #bonus features #labeled universe #deceit sanders #emile piccani

[reid2me]

11. You’re Gonna Kick Off Before You Even Get Halfway Through

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8 days, that's how long I hadn't seen Spence because he had been on a case, a very tough case clearly, which wasn't all bad because it meant I could get in some shifts at the book store without being distracted and I also felt a bit motivated so I started writing a book, maybe it's a bit too ambitious of me, but it's always been my dream so I'm giving it a go, maybe this new romance has given me some much needed motivation? so far I had written two chapters, not much I know, but it was better than nothing.

I really wanted to Call Reid, I missed his voice, but the genius had lost his phone, so I couldn't, he did say I could ring Derek, but that was for an emergency, and this wasn't really an emergency, but i was feeling desperate so i decided to take a walk to Spences to get his number.

I stood at his door while I fumbled for the key he had left me, once I opened the door a felt a relief wash over me, even though he wasn't here I felt closer to Spence when i was in his apartment.

I easily found Dereks number and settled on Spences coach to call him,

one ring,

two rings,

three ring,

"hey, this is SSA Derek Morgan with the FBI's behavioural analysis unit, how can I help?"

"erm... hey.. this is Vienna, Reid said I could call you."

"so you're the one playing with boy genius's heart strings, he's just in interrogation at the moment, we should be home tomorrow afternoon, do you want me to pass on a message?"

"just tell him to meet me at his apartment when you get back, thanks."

"no problem, oh and if you hurt my boy genius there will be consequences." was that a joke? I laughed nervously and replied.

"dually noted." before hanging up

so I would see Reid tomorrow, oh how I missed him, for the first time I can remember even though I was alone I didn't feel alone, somehow this man seems to be able to comfort me from hundreds of miles away.

I decided to stay in his apartment until my shift as it was closer to the book store so there was no point going back to my place, I scanned over the hundreds of books that covered his apartment walls, before my eyes fell on a certain book, 'the narrative of John smith' by Arthur Conan Doyle, one of his few works I hadn't read, I pulled it down from the shelf, and as I opened the cover I noticed an inscription,

love is our true destiny.                                                                                                                                                       we do not find the meaning of                                                                                                                                         life by ourselves alone -                                                                                                                                                       we find it with another.                                                                                                                                                              - Thomas Merton

I liked the quote, but I couldn't help but wondering who had written it for him? the spine was dusty so I assumed it wasn't a recent gift, but I still felt a slight pang of jealousy that immediately put me off reading the book, so I returned it to it's rightful position as I assumed Spencer probably wouldn't want me snooping, but that quote remained in the back of my mind for the rest of the afternoon: as I walked to the store; as I read Wuthering heights; as I thought about Spencer.

business was slow, but no slower than usual so I finished withering heights and decided on my next read, 'the shining' although I wanted to read the book I had found in Spence's apartment I couldn't bring myself to do it, it felt too personal to him for me to carry around, so is stuck to a classic Steven king novel,

towards the end of my shift my boss, Mr. Doyle as I knew him, entered the store, this was unusual as he normally just left me to it but he wanted to talk to me,

"hey, I was talking to my business partner the other day, and we feel bluebird books needs to make the step into the 21st century, we were thinking of starting a blog and selling books online, and we wondered wether you would be willing to run the blog, you would only have to work on it during your shifts, we'd pay you extra, and overtime if needed." a writing opportunity! maybe this was the worlds way of telling me I wasn't destined for creative writing,

"that sounds amazing, I would definitely be up for that."

"good, i'll draft up a contact and if you have any questions let me know."

"will do." I could hardly contain my excitement, now I actually had something to tell Reid and I'm sure he would be happy for me, on the walk back to my apartment I couldn't stop smiling, my mind was already drafting up blog posts, and creating punny titles, this would give me some purpose in life that wasn't just selling a secondhand book once every 3 hours, and I am honoured that Mr. Doyle chose me for this, I was determined not to let him down

I didn't sleep well that night as my mind was racing at 100 miles a minute.

#mgg #mgg fic #mgg fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fic #criminal minds

[zip-toonz]

//SUF spoilers

Things me and @vei-raganarok joked about with blue bird that we got right

Squashed like an actual bug

Sword weapon

Australian?? accent

'My Dad' instead of greg

Team Rocket (TM)

They'd pull a 180 on steven

ABSOLUTE BASTARD

Things I personally didnt expect from bluebird

THAT SHE'D BE CUTE

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

ONLY REBECCA

COULD MAKE ME LOVE A ROACH

But in all seriousness. She so endearing to me. I find her so charming and oddly adorable. At first when we got the promo I hated her I though she was hideous and wouldnt let her in my house if she was on my front step in the pouring rain. But now im fawning over her, her morbid sense of humor, goofy mannerisms, and her terrible ideas of pranks being stacking tp on top of a car. But when she goes from 0 to 100 and tries to fuck up 'my dad' gregory, I'm like I LOVE YOU. I love the chaotic dumbass energy, its amazing. I love characters like that. Cause I'm going be honest with you morally good and well intented characters get boring to me. Its nice to see her. I know people have a lot of complaints with the ep and its justifiable but I enjoyed them even if they were 'cliché', because to be fair im tired of the happily ever after trope and tired of everyone in universe liking steven, let him have enemies, let him fail to better someone. Steven gets annoying sometime with trying to be strong, good, and nothing like his mom. I miss 14 year old steven where he was mostly open with his feelings and in a well enough state to actually help others. He should let it out and stop bottling up. Talk about it. Something, anything just help yourself. Stop putting others before yourself. It was nice watching his morals hitch seeing her. His happily ever after idea fucked him over in this and got others hurt. His own father got the short end of the stick. And greg was the one to try and let steven know that hey you dont have to do this if you arent comfortable with it. But steven trying to be a people pleaser shoves that asside and the one person who tried to help him gets hurt. If bluebird is to be redeemed I hope its without the help of steven. Would really like to see peridot and lapis help her/them since they can all kind of relate in a way. Bluebird was a good in my opinion and she was everything I wanted her to be and more.

#issacc barks #spoilers #suf spoilers #opinions

[mgrgfan]

Past of the future, future of the past...

Chapter 7. Never the same. "Entering Hoenn airspace!" announced the navigator. "Current speed - 100 km/h, altitude - 10 km." "Coolant temperature… normal," added mechanic. "Reactor’s working at optimal capacity. Main propellers rotating at 300 rpm, blades angle set at position 4." "Good," responded the captain, looking in the front window. "Rad-scans?" "I think directed rad-scanners are picking up something in the Meteor Falls… looks like our target," said the radiation safety officer. "Pilot - drop us down to 3 kms and lower the speed to 30 km/h. When we'll be directly above the Meteor Falls - shut down the primary propulsion and deploy the auxiliary thrusters, then transfer the control to me." "Acknowledged, commencing corrections," replied the pilot, slightly shifting joystick and thrust control rudder. "Good," noted the captain, then relaxed a bit. Right now, they were escorted by a few of military helicopters, tiltjets and some Hoennian military Pokemon, just in case anyone gets the wrong idea upon seeing such a great airship. After all, it was equipped with a nuclear reactor for power source and, should the rest of the airship be destroyed and the ultra-durable protective shell breached, will cause a lot of contamination… ---- "Your Majesty… your Majesty..." a scientist in Zemlino carefully tried to wake up the Emperor, who was sitting asleep in the chair near the ORBCOM station, after all those crazy events of yesterday. "Hm?.. If there's a third moon around the Red Planet - notify the Team 37, especially if it turns out to be an… eyed balloon or something…" the Emperor replied without actually awakening, being, apparently, in the midst of some bizarre and adventurous dream. "Again…" the Empress, who has just recently arrived to the flight control center, sighed, knowing a bit too well, just how enthusiastic her husband could get about anything aerospace-related. Especially after the first manned flight, when he has, somehow, managed to get into the SP-04 "Black Bird" spaceplane and, therefore, become the first human in space... "Anyway… now with the "Red Explorer" around the Moon, "Hauler" preparing to deorbit and "Dreamwing" back in hangar… we need to decide, how to direct the space program," said director of Zemlino FCC. "During the last nine months, it was directed solely towards building and launching the nuclear pulse battleship to open the road towards the skies again, with a few resupply vessels for it, but now, once we did it and made our intentions on keeping it open clear… what do we do?" "Honestly…" Empress started, in uneasy voice, "... I don't know. I mean, yes, we've opened the road to space again and people of the Empire are very happy about that, as well as showing Nation, that we're no jokes, but… I'm not really sure, what kind of directions are to be made of greater priority." "Orbital factories," Emperor replied, waking up upon hearing it at once. "Factories? Well… yes, they can be of use, but…" began director, only for the Emperor to interrupt him: "No buts. Even though I'm not big at ruling, I think we should capitalize on our success and get the info about the materials, which can be produced only in microgravity, and how they can help to improve the lives on the ground. I think info about the orbital hospitals can also help, since they are something everyday human can understand. If they start telling, that it'll be only available to aristocracy and rich - we should capitalize on grandiosity of our new Integrated Program Plan. It's finally time to put it back into action and make it reality." "... I guess," sighed Empress, thinking about words of her husband. "No time for guessing. We must make them realize, that the only way for them to get access to all the cool space stuff is to support the space program and help it grow as never before. We're on the verge of greatness now and we must achieve it." "Hopefully, you succeed at this," said director of the FCC, "because I'd hate the program falling apart, after all we've done..." "We all would," replied the Emperor and the Empress at the same time. ---- "So… that's it," murmured Damien, seeing gigantic nuclear-powered airship soar through the skies back to Soris, carrying highly radioactive corpse of Rayquaza inside the shielded cargo section. For all of the Draconid People, it was one heck of a blow - not only the Dragon Lord was killed, but they could not even bury it properly, having to allow sorisians to stuff it into an underground nuclear waste dump. And, what's worse, none of them could do anything about it - not only Rayquaza's corpse was radioactive enough to be able to give human a fatal radiation poisoning in matter of a few minutes, burying it in classic way would've allowed the leaking isotopes to, eventually, contaminate the groundwater and cause a big ecological catastrophe. "Grannie…" started Helian, "... What will happen now? With no Dragon Lord?" "I don't know," said the Elder, looking at the airship too. "But I think, that the world will never be the same…" ---- "So, we're done with preliminary checks," sighed mechanic, who was servicing the "Dreamwing" in the hangar #2 of Zemlino Space Center. "So far, everything looks fine." "Great," replied commander of the spaceplane. "Hopefully, our birdie will stay fine in the future too." "Hopefully… but it may get replaced with the new nuclear-powered spaceplane soon, when they iron out the hiccups of nuclear turboramjets and aerodynamics of the aft. I've heard Emperor got opposed to the idea of jettisonable aerodynamic tail cone and they're busy developing something, which will allow everything to come up and down in one piece." "Cool. Almost like our machine." "Yeah. From what I've heard, test flights of the SPN-01 "Blizzard", the first BLUEBIRD spaceplane, should start pretty soon. And with no Rayquaza around, they should be safe enough." "Safe, you say… the debris is still in place, though. And I don't think, that this spaceplane can be as armored as the battleship we've launched recently." "Well… yeah. Still, we've managed to take a flight to the "Red Explorer" and spend some time up there, so, maybe it won't be as bad. Besides, I've heard some rumors about how there are plans for dual-purpose weaponized satellites, which can both destroy targets in space and use their weapons for clearing space junk." "Hm… Interesting and kinda makes sense. I guess those laser researches in the ISFs 5 and 9 will be put to good use, after all." "I guess." "Hi, guys," said the engineer of the "Dreamwing", approaching the two men on this catwalk. "Anything wrong with sensors?" "No, nothing is wrong with them," replied mechanic and was a bit surprised upon seeing, how crewmembers of the "Dreamwing" suddenly got grimier and exchanged looks of understanding. "I guess we may have another dragon problem soon enough…" stated the commander, looking at the machine. "And who knows, if we'll have to resort to warships again…" ---- Awake. Alive. Those were the first thoughts of the young dragon. Right now, it did not understand the situation yet, but some strange memories, belonging both to the dragon and not to it at the same time, were flooding its mind. It was slowly to understand some things, but not too fast. It understood, that its name was Rayquaza, the Sky High Pokemon. It understood, that it exists to protect the skies and deal with Groudon and Kyogre. It understood, that something must've happened to its predecessor, if it was awakened right now. With those thoughts, young dragon has struck the hard shell of the egg and broke it apart, freeing itself. As it has just remembered, despite most of the Legendaries, like itself, being near-immortal, there were still contingency protocols in events of something exceptional happening. And, apparently, something exceptional it was. The young dragon has remembered the last moments of the old dragon, when it fought some huge cone-cylindrical metallic construct and, somehow, was struck down by it. Whatever moves this construct was using, they've had near-infernal power. And young dragon could not allow itself to suffer the fate of its predecessor. For now, it will lay low and explore, as it grows back to the power level of a full Legendary. Then… it will depend on circumstances. With those thoughts, young pitch-black serpentine dragon took off, flew past the obstacles and left the cave, well-hidden in the mountain range. Right now, it had to, first and foremost, survive and grow up. ---- Inside the bridge of the huge sorisian airship, there was not much action now. Rayquaza's highly-radioactive corpse was now in the reinforced storage, they were en route home, everything on the airship worked perfectly… honestly, it was kind of boring. "Guys…" started the navigator, "Do you remember our first assignment? The aerial expedition to Alola?" "Oh, I sure do!" replied the pilot, shifting in the chair a bit. "How we all have flown to it, how we've spent a decent amount of hydrogen burnfuel for our recon plane and heavy-lift helicopter, how technicians were able to assemble the mooring masts in just three days… that was the time!" "Especially with how we've managed to bring some Flygon eggs to Soris. Who knew, that those insect-dragons will become so popular at our home!" "Well… they did become popular with our colonists, didn't they? I mean, by the end of our stay there, quite a few people liked their partner 'Spirits of Change'. Including you." "... Yeah. Also…" With those words said, pilot reached out for one of his MFDs, quickly selected "security camera feeds" options and looked at the feed from the top hangar a bit. In it, an insect-dragon was quietly sleeping, curled near the tandem-rotor helicopter - much like during their return from the expedition. "... Nah, she's fine. Took Sunny form for some reason, though." "I would've said because of our cargo, but it'd be stupid. By the way… strangely enough, but native Alolan Flygon seem to be extinct nowadays, with Hoennian subspecies, somehow, having replaced them." "Hoopa's shenanigans again?" "Likely. May also be combined with the fact, that Hoennian Flygon, while lacking the sheer versatility of its Alolan progenitor, is better adapted to the desert conditions. I guess they've just lost the competition there." "And our region has preserved those dragon-bugs. Cool." "I guess. I've heard from some of my friends in ISF 4, that some scientists from Hoenn and Alola would be really happy to get more data about the extinct-for-them Alolan Flygon." "Likely." Author's notes: ISF - Imperial Science Facility. ORBCOM - Orbiter Communicator. MFD - Multi-Function Display. Sorisian nuclear airship is based on that. BLUEBIRD spaceplane is based on the real M(G)-19 "Gurkolyot". Alolan Flygons are based on that wonderful picture.

#mgrgfan writes a new fic #Shift Universe #Ancient Soris Empire

[ladypseudonym]

for the anon Q&A!!!! what are your trigger songs and why?

Oh, should I really give you guys this power? 

Jk, I trust y’all.

Sober - Demi Lovato (this is one of those I can’t take as a joke, this song will ruin me. totally, 100%, instant sobbing.)

What A Catch, Donnie - Fall Out Boy

Disenchanted - MCR

Cancer - MCR

Impossible Year - Panic! At The Disco

Dying In LA - Panic! At The Disco

Depends on the mood I’m in for Northern Downpour. The stereotypical trigger songs don’t always get me.

Goner - twenty-one pilots

Leave The City (twenty-one pilots) got me out of hard times, so idk if it can count as a trigger song.

Wonderwall (this one’s a weird one, but Bluebird as a fic fucking ruined me.

Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day

Fight Song (acoustic) - Rachel Platton (this is one of those I can’t take as a joke, this song will ruin me. totally, 100%, instant sobbing.)

Bandito - twenty-one pilots

Lucky People - Waterparks   makes me emo for very specific reasons but it doesn’t really count

Warrior - Demi Lovato (this is one of those I can’t take as a joke, this song will ruin me. totally, 100%, instant sobbing.)

[sasamdcu]

Honestly, Detective Comics 1000 had some high points and some low points. But overall I felt it was rather lackluster. I figure I’d do a min overview review. Spoilers for literally the entire book it’s my opinions while reading and I am fairly new to comics and don’t know shit so bear that in mind. Please remember this is subjective and my own opinions.

So first off when I got to my shop they only had the 70s variant left, and with good reason. It feels extremely generic and not great. Maybe that’s the point of it emulating the 70s but I don’t know. I feel like a milestone should have something bigger and nicer.

As for stories. Batman’s Longest Case? Ehh, Art was okay. Story was pretty mad. Everyone always claims Batman is the worlds greatest detective. Or at least top 3, HECK it’s DETECTIVE COMICS. And yet it’s basically “It took him 50 years to find a secret society that Hawkman Hawkwoman Martian Manhunter and some other unnamed shmucks who are literally a who’s who have beaten him to it. It doesn’t feel like it matches. To be fair I don’t know some of these other character but like. I get Detective Chimp and The Question but it still felt weird and weak and a pretty poor way to start off the series. It felt extremely weak of a reveal and extremely weak of a story for Snyder, which is a shame his work during New 52 is what got me into Batman so I was hoping for more from him.

And then he finds in a book that says that the gun that killed his parents is at some costume pawn shop for villains items. That he somehow didn’t know that already? Like that should be pretty easy to find. Dude outright says he’s selling to suburban moms. It was. 3/10. I give points because what he did with the gun was alright. Okay I know I’m joking I know the whole gun plot line was actually the second story Manufactured For Use but the way they led together and left the title card at the end made it feel like one story and it just felt like there was an awkward transition. That’s just kinda bad layouting though.

The Legend of Knute Brody though? Fantastic. Great. The art had a stylistic charm(Dustin is always great at these kind of comedic stories with this art I find. It has a feel of the cartoon and really emphasizes the emotions in a great way) The story was fun, unique and different. It was new and really showed some cool family bonding. Really good. One of the best stories of the issue, Good job Paul Dini and the art team.

The Batman’s design. I wanna praise the art here. It’s really cool and how it uses the darks is fantastic. Unfortunately the story while okay is generic and bland as shit. Like. I’ve read this story a million times. That said of all the more bland generic stories in this issue like the first two? This one is the best. It’s got fantastic execution even if it doesn’t do anything new. Feels like a good filler issue for during a regular run.

Return to Crime Alley and Heretic are literally the more generic stories of Batman’s Design. While Heretic could maybe be something if it was part of a run Return to Crime Alley was just so heavy handed it was just. I dunno, these are the worse options for the generic story lines but without the fantastic art. Heretic has a decent throwback to older art styles that fits the book and brings nostalgia. I wasn’t reading then though so it doesn’t really do anything for me and just highlights what I don’t like about some older comic runs art.

I know was fantastic. This for me would be another highlight, the art is great. the way the story focuses on Bruce and his existence through the eyes of one of his adversaries is neat and the idea behind it is intriguing and different. I really liked it. I read the DC website preview which was this story and it’s what convinced me to buy the issue for sure. I thought if it was a bunch of stories like this it would be fantastic. Unfortunately not many other stories held up.

I loathe the Last Crime in Gotham, the story and the art. I don’t know if the art was supposed to be so janky and anatomically incorrect on purpose because it’s some warped future but like. Oof. It felt like everything I’ve heard complained about super hero bodies rolled into one. And as far as a future where crime is over? It really didn’t play with that idea enough for it to feel like anything other than just someone throwing darts at a list. (Edit: I literally just learned about Earth-2 so I’m much more lenient on this and it’s more interesting now, and I understand that it’s more just for the super long time readers or diehards from the Golden Era. My kneejerk reaction is the fact that it falls flat and makes no sense for pretty much no newer readers. Carry on, I’ll give yall the oldschool homage.)

The Precedent was decent. Though the dialogue especially Dick’s near the end feels really off and stilted. Like it feels like a robot monologueing without any emotion from any of the characters. The concept was okay though. I would think it would have come across stronger if they had panels show casing each of his proteges. Though that might have been saved specifically only for the next story.

The Batman’s Greatest Case. Honestly a decent story, great ideas. I loved it a lot. Except one thing. No Harper Row. Which like hear me out. This is all about the family. Harper was brought into the family. She left sure, but they literally state IN THE STORY, the only way out is death essentially. She left the costume behind but not the family. Like the last time she was mentioned years ago Cass was visiting her apartment still and hanging out. I really feel that she should have been there, maybe not in costume like, but in plain clothes with her mask. She was fighting in a suit(the regular black) without her identity before joining the family so when she became Bluebird is sort of when she joined the family. And while she left the suit behind, that was from before she was a part of the family. I think even if in the background it would have been a strong statement that you can leave the life behind but you’ll still be a part of the family if she was there. That you don’t need to be currently active to be a part. They really missed out what how that one small inclusion could have added so much. Also would have been a great way to remind people she exists in case anyone wanted to use her. I almost have a feeling she was explicitly banned because it feels like the rebirth team hates her and wants her forgotten. Which is a shame because she was a cool character and part of the family and I feel like the whole family should have been there. Like Huntress is fucking there and she’s not. I may have fallen behind but I don’t remember Huntress ever being as close to the family as Harper. It’s like she was the awkward stand in to replace Harper after the editor said to take Harper out. That 100% feels like what happened. Harper and Cass on that rock would have made so much sense.

Anyways rant aside the last story was alright. And then the preview for the new story starting next issue seemed solid and the new villain/hero? antihero? who knows. Seems neat. It left a good impression for things to come. Things that wont include Harper because the editorial team is trying to bury her. Bless up Greg Weisman for Young Justice bringing us Justice.

Anyways overall it was a letdown as a milestone but had some good moments.

#Detective Comics 1000 #Detective Comics 1000 spoilers #Detective Comics #Detective Comics Spoilers

[yukongem99-blog]

Hello everyone!

Well, new to this Tumblr thing... so here’s a brief overview about myself :)

I was raised in Dawson City, Yukon on a Placer Gold Mine in the Klondike Goldfields (you know, the Gold Rush place - and yes where the show is filmed)

My great Grampa moved from Nova Scotia just a couple years after the Gold Rush to up there and my family has been mining since 🤷‍♀️

I have one doggo and one kitty. A love for the mountains that will never be broken. Being on my sled (snowmachine) on a bluebird day high in the mountains makes me the happiest I ever am I think! And I’m a Chevy girl through and through, trusty Silverado gets me to all my outdoor adventures!

I have a love for adventure, I have a hard time staying in one place. I think it drives some of my friends and family crazy at times, but hey, what can you do! A HUGE love for Africa, since I was 6 to be exact. I went there and spent three months travelling around in the summer of 2014 and fell even more in love 💚.

When I came back from Africa I got extremely sick, and the doctors kept brushing me off. After just over 4 years of elimination diets, trips to the hospital, etc etc I have discovered part of the “sickness” was I am basically allergic to life (no jokes people, its a lot of stuff!). Those 4 years of fighting to feel like a normal person again gave me a major passion for holistic living, healthy foods and being able to love life again.

I enrolled myself in a Nutrition Consulting Diploma program this fall. My ultimate goal is to be able to teach people like me who are always non stop with adventures, work (which is also an adventure), family, gym, and just life in general, how they can eat and be healthy and it not be SUPER time consuming.

To give you an idea of what I mean by being BUSY: I work for Rick Ness from Gold Rush (yes, TV) in the summer. We do 12 hour days that for me are ALWAYS different. There is no planning anything, and even if I do it usually goes in another direction. It’s pretty much non stop for 7 months of the year. Along with that I have a rental property (I’m not a fan of being a landlord 🙈), I have family on each end of the country that I like to see (NS and YT), my friends are scattered about the country 🇨🇦 and the world 🌎 , I have a doggo that loves adventures as much as me and requires them 🐶, I am now in school, as well as building two separate businesses and possibly a third.

Balancing life and adulting is HARD! 😴 That’s why I want to give other people the opportunity to learn the ways in which I somehow manage to get through a day and still eat balanced healthy meals, have time for me, and overall enjoy life! It’s TOTALLY 100% doable for EVERYONE!! I used to think it impossible.....well was I ever wrong!

It’s bedtime for me now because Ace (the doggo, he’s my best friend, I will talk about him a lot) and I have a busy day tomorrow getting ready for Christmas and I’m off on Holiday for a month on the 27th so we need some serious mom and dog bonding time! He’s literally glaring at me to come snuggle him....

If you are curious on anything in this post, get at me! I’m happy to answer your questions 😊

Good night all!

Gemma & Ace

#mountains #adventure #travel #goldrush #yukonterritory #nutrition #holisticnutrition

[langrel-a]

Sara Bareilles: The Singer Who Soundtracked My Sexual Assaults

TW: A whole bunch of stuff, just FYI.

I had just gotten an iPhone (which was promptly stolen only a few months later), and the first album I bought was Sara Bareilles’ Kaleidoscope Heart. It was her newest album at the time, and dammit I was going to memorize every song if it killed me. You see, Bareilles’ music has always had a special place in my heart: she’s one of my dad and I’s favorite singers. I’ve always been close with my father, we go on long car rides together, we talk, we joke—he’s the first person I want to call with good news, and the first person I want to cry to when life becomes overwhelming. He’s always believed in me, in my ability to do anything I put my mind to. When I graduated from high school I treated myself to tickets to a Sara Bareilles concert at The House of Blues in San Diego and took my dad. We were the first in line, we got front of the line passes—my dad was taking no chances. He stood right at the front, in the center, he’s literally in every video from that night.

He’s the first person I called with the news that I’d been selected to go on a paid research trip. I couldn’t believe it, me? A college freshman, a girl who’d never even been out of my home state, traveling over 5,000 miles away? Being on a plane for the first time in my life? My dad was so excited for me, he kept saying that this is what I deserved for all my hard work, that it was proof of how smart and hardworking I was. My dad’s the one who drove me to the airport, the one who helped me pack all of the necessities—I was going to a place 11 hours from a proper city, no running water, no electricity, and no paved road in or out. On our way to the airport that morning we played Kaleidoscope Heart the whole way—my dad and I singing at the top of our lungs to King of Anything and attempting to match Bareilles’ smooth mournful tone in Basket Case. I boarded my plane and made sure my playlist for the 5-hour flight was set. It was almost divine providence that Uncharted played, just as the wheels of the plane lifted off the ground. I was soaring through the air for the first time, leaving the only state I’d ever known for a place I had no concept of. I grew up in a large city, I’d never seen a forest, never seen large wild animals, never visited a place where the sun didn’t set in the summer. It was Bareilles’ voice in my ear that comforted me, made me feel closer to my father, made me feel brave and excited.

I'm going down,//Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,//Like you'll show me where to go,//I'm already out of foolproof ideas, so don't ask me how//To get started, it's all uncharted...

For the most part the trip was incredible. I had never seen so many trees, had never seen a glacier or a moose or a bear. I’d never been in an outhouse or seen solar panels up close. The air was clean and beautiful, and you could drink water straight out of the river. I admit, that surprised me the most. Back home no one would dare drink out of the L.A. river. The mountains were huge, and as the sun traveled from one side of the horizon to the other, the summer flowers atop their peaks shone like fire. I had never felt so in awe of nature, so grateful and so excited. I hiked for the first time, built a fire, warmed my own bathwater, washed clothes with stones and a bucket—I admit I felt like a badass. The city girl—born and raised—roughing it in the woods. I felt invincible. All the while I listened to Kaleidoscope Heart, drew what I saw, and journaled. I wanted to feel close to my dad, to my family and friends back home. I wanted to bring a piece of them there with me, so they could be part of the journey I was on.

I want to let the rain come down//Make a brand new ground//Let the rain come down

When my assailant came, there was no warning that everything was about to change. There were no flashing lights or danger signs telling me that my blissful adventure was about to reach a screeching halt. We were never formally introduced and I had never even said hello to him. All I knew was that he was there for entirely different purpose from my research trip. I was staying one room down from where he was. The building we were in was an old wooden store built over 100 years ago. There was no insulation—save for whatever beehives may have lived in the walls—and the foundation was slowly sinking, making most of the rooms tilt at an odd angle. It was one of only a handful of buildings still standing. The first time I ever came in contact with him, I was alone. I was in the large dining area, looking out at the entrance where windows lined the walls and you could see outside. The sun was low on the horizon, having dipped as far as it was going to go, so though it was late at night, you could still see everything. My back was to the entrance to the kitchen. I had looked back once to see him standing there, but I thought nothing of it and continued to look out. That’s when I felt him behind me.

He attacked me from behind, and I didn’t say a word. I didn’t move, I didn’t scream or shout. I just froze. I kept looking out the windows, hoping no one would see what was happening. My heart was racing, and I felt paralyzed. I didn’t even move after he left, I just stayed there, staring at the mountains. I don’t know how long it was until I moved. I was in a haze. It was as if my soul had left my body, I couldn’t feel anything, I couldn’t hear anything. I was a machine, going through the motions, climbing the stairs, climbing into bed. I stayed awake for hours, just staring at the wooden wall. I didn’t close the curtains, and looking back, it felt as if that day never ended. It’s as if it’s still happening. I could hear him snoring down the hall, and I just kept staring straight ahead. I didn’t even have thoughts in my head. I was hollow, empty, completely devoid of emotion. I had stared into an impossibly deep abyss only to realize I was looking at myself. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, the next thing I remember I was sitting up, putting on clothes and taking a walk. I put my headphones in, let Sara comfort me. Somehow though, it sounded different. When I heard her sing, when I thought of my dad, I only felt a deep sense of shame. What would my dad think of me? I felt stupid, and weak. I kept telling myself that “I’m not the type of girl that doesn’t say anything,” and that I was being overdramatic, it wasn’t that bad I thought. I couldn’t accept what had happened, because it challenged everything I thought I knew about myself. I was rigid in my thinking and instead I chose to blame myself, to bury it and pretend it hadn’t happened. It worked, if only temporarily. It was a few days later, as I was sitting in a tiny room deemed the library that I saw him again. I had my headphones in and was working furiously on my research. I saw the door open, saw him come toward me. I looked back at my screen. To this day, I have no idea what I was so focused on. All I remember is him coming up behind me, telling me it was great to have a beautiful girl around, touching my hair. When he left, I rushed to my room. It was only 5 feet away. I closed the door and put Sara on again to drown out the sounds of his footsteps creaking on the old wooden floors. I don’t remember much, all I remember is wanting to throw up, feeling like I was stupid and that it was my fault for not saying anything. I remember clinging to my journal, my drawings, and most of all my phone. I just wanted to feel connected to something other than this place.

The second time he assaulted me, I was alone, in the kitchen. I had Sara Bareilles playing, loudly from my phone’s speaker, and I was singing along. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, the flowers in bloom, you could hear the river right near where I was staying. I had the door to the outside open, and was preparing food for dinner. It was Bluebird that was playing the second time he came up behind me.

And so here we go bluebird//Gather your strength and rise up.

I still hear it sometimes—when I have a nightmare or it will just be there in the back of my mind. I remember focusing on it, imagining myself flying away. I held onto that voice, it was a life raft and I tried to think of nothing else. Then, when it was all over, he told me I had a beautiful voice. Looking back, I would have rather he just stabbed me. That compliment, it was as if he’d taken claim to a piece of me. My voice wasn’t mine anymore, the music I made wasn’t mine anymore, the expression, the emotion that came from me when I sang, wasn’t mine anymore. This time, I didn’t shut down. I grabbed my phone, my headphones, and walked to a bridge right over the glacial river. I was ready to jump. I had been a swimmer all my life, and I figured my family would just assume it was an accident. I was overconfident, thought I could swim across the river and was pulled under. It would be tragic but my parents would just assume it had been quick, that’d I’d been having an adventure and isn’t that the best way to go—happy? No one would ever know, I could end it right there, in the bright sunshine, as if nothing had ever happened.

Does anybody know how to hold my heart//How to hold my heart?//'Cause I don't want to let go, let go, let go too soon.

That was what stopped me. I know most of the songs on the album are about a lover, but with one foot literally over the edge, those words reached me. I don’t know why, I really don’t. Maybe it was the idea that my dad would be heartbroken. That he’d have to identify my body, that he’d never enjoy the music again because he’d never be able to enjoy the memory of me again. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t take that away from him. It would hurt him every time he turned on the radio, or watched a certain movie, or read a certain book. I stepped back, and I cried.

The rest of the trip, I couldn’t put her music on. It became something ugly. I wanted to rip the music out of my mind, cut it out of me in some way. My assailant took Sara from me. The only album I had with me, the only thing that could’ve comforted me, now felt like torture. It only served to remind me of what had happened, reinforced that voice in my head that said I was stupid, that it was my fault, that I was a coward who almost took my own life. I couldn’t punish him, so I was punishing myself, and without the music, I truly did feel alone. He’d taken this beautiful new experience and he blackened it. When I came home, I buried everything. I shoved the bad so far down, under so many layers of guilt, and then padlocked it away with so many other bad experiences, that for about a month, I forgot about it. It wasn’t until a friend was raped only a month-two months later that it all came back.

For almost a whole year after that, there was no music.

There was anti-violence activism I got involved in, public speaking and meeting with lawmakers and officials. There was drugs, alcohol, cutting, smoking, and two suicide attempts. But there was no Sara. I couldn’t listen to her music. I felt as if I lost my identity. Her music only seemed to remind me of what didn’t exist anymore. Where was the strong girl who always swore she’d stick up for herself? Swore she’d never do drugs, or cut herself because “that’s what people do for attention” ? I was so ashamed of myself—the way I froze, the way I was(n’t) coping. Listening to her music, it reminded me of my dad. He didn’t know what was going on, not really. He’d seen me on the news, was proud of the work I was doing, but I always sidestepped the conversation about what happened. I couldn’t tell him, hell I couldn’t even tell myself. Of all the things that terrified me, his disappointment was at the top of the list. I thought he’d be ashamed of me, of how I acted during and after. I’ve never told him how bad it all got. He’s never seen the scars that run down my thigh from where I had cut at myself, never heard about how I almost jumped from a building. It was the second suicide attempt that drove me to seek more intense help. I started taking medication, started committing to therapy, I began immersing myself in art and music again. Still, I hadn’t touched Kaleidoscope Heart since the assaults. It was in May 2013 that I first heard Blessed Unrest. It’s a fitting title to the 11 months I had had. I was staying at a friend’s place, I had just broken off the friendship I had with my friend who had also been assaulted. We were dealing with things in different ways and were only hurting each other. I had moved from my dorm to a friend’s apartment for two weeks until my apartment was ready. I was just getting into therapy. The people at the apartment, they didn’t know me, but they welcomed me with open arms. They helped me move into my apartment two weeks later. It felt like a whole new start. I was still smoking, and cutting, but I was solidly on the mend. It was the first apartment I’d ever lived in: a tiny 4 bedroom with five people, all of whom were amazing. I would go to work, therapy, the movies, the bookstore, the comic store—I just enjoyed my freedom, I felt alive, I felt as if several broken bones were finally healing.

This is so you'll know the sound//Of someone who loves you from the ground//Tonight you're not alone at all//This is me sending out my satellite call

Those were the first lines I heard Sara sing after a year of literal radio silence. It was as if a long-lost friend had come back. Here she was, singing to me—telling me just what I needed to hear. Here I was, ready to hear it, ready to listen to the music again. My relationship with my dad had become different. I felt like I couldn’t talk to him about what had happened, how I was dealing with it. But Sara Bareilles? Now there’s something my dad and I can always talk about. I felt connected to him again, I felt hopeful for the first time in such a long time. It was proof that time went on, and that underneath all the trauma I was still me, I still liked the same things. I was different, but that didn’t mean I was destroyed. Blessed Unrest was like a bright light in the pitch black, showing me the way back to the pieces of myself that had changed but still mattered.

Say what you wanna say//And let the words fall out//Honestly, I wanna see you be brave

I started devouring the album, and it wasn’t long until the network of other anti-violence activists I worked with adopted Brave and Satellite Call as a kind of anthem.

I'll get my little black dress on//And if I put on my favorite song//I'm gonna dance until you're all gone//I'll get my little black dress on

My apartment mate even took a liking to Little Black Dress after I spent a night playing it loudly while I cleaned my room. The music was bringing me closer to people—it was connecting me, however tenuously, with others. I’m still very much a solitary individual, but listening to Blessed Unrest, I didn’t feel so lonely when I was alone.

Tonight//Come on, come on collide//Break me to pieces I//I think you're just like heaven

These were the words I heard as I was sitting in a hammock under the tree in my apartment complex. I had just come from a therapy appointment, where I had been asked to take a leap of faith. I had spent my life believing that everything bad that happened was my fault, and that when good things happened it was luck. If I celebrated any of my achievements, I was being boastful and would be punished with bad luck. I wasn’t doing well in school because I was smart, it was because I was lucky. If I say I’m smart, I’m inviting trouble. If I didn’t tell myself I was stupid, then I wouldn’t work hard and I’d fail. I was always waiting around for the other shoe to drop, all the while I was treating myself in a way that could only be described as self-abusive. It’s how I had coped for so long, how I had dealt with life’s problems. I wanted control, I wanted to know how things would turn out before I did anything (it’s the reason I still read a movie’s wiki page before buying tickets). So, when she said to me that the only way to know if stopping the abusive self-talk would lead to terrible or good things, was to take a leap of faith and simply try strategies to stop the cycle, it stopped me in my tracks. What my therapist had said, it struck a chord—it made me want to really put in practice the things she was suggesting. Listening to Cassiopeia, I felt as if my thought process was in words. Why not let the two worlds collide—my therapist’s ideas and mine? Something new just might emerge, something bright and wonderful. Needless to say, it did—her advice was top notch—and it was hard work putting into practice things that felt so foreign, but they changed me for the better.

For the next two years, I continued to grow and change. I ultimately stopped cutting and smoking, established stable friendships, and went back to art. In May 2015 I graduated magna cum laude with my Bachelor’s degree. I had done an honor’s senior thesis, I had helped write policy, state and federal law, had met and worked with some powerful and amazing people. However, coming back home after graduation had felt equal parts failure and relief. I wanted to be near my friends again, my family, the people who had always loved me unconditionally. At the same time, I was disappointed—all of my well laid plans had crumbled, I had no money, no job prospects. I felt myself wondering what my life would have been like if I’d never been assaulted. Who would I be? Where would I be? It was around this time that Sara Bareilles’ What’s Inside: Songs From Waitress came out. I wasn’t looking for it, honestly, I hadn’t expected her to release an album for a few years after all the touring she did, but Spotify recommended She Used To Be Mine to me, and I couldn’t resist. I immediately told my dad about her new music before I even listened to it. It wasn’t until a few weeks later, after quitting my first job out of college due to discrimination, that I really listened to the song.

It's not what I asked for//Sometimes life just slips in through a back door//And carves out a person//And makes you believe it's all true

I cried the first few times, I won’t lie. It’s a bittersweet ballad, equal parts acceptance and melancholy. My life isn’t all doom and gloom and I’ve done some pretty amazing things I wouldn’t have otherwise done if something so terrible hadn’t happened. But, much like in the song, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t go back and change things if I could.

If I'm honest I know I would give it all back//For a chance to start over//And rewrite an ending or two//For the girl that I knew

The girl I was, I don’t know her future anymore. That was taken from me, all I know is the person I am now. It doesn’t mean I can’t miss her, or think about her. She Used To Be Mine feels like the kind of thing I’d send my past self in a letter, to let her know I miss her, but that ultimately I’m ok, that I’m going to be ok.

I don’t know why the music always fits so perfectly (granted I’m not a single mother working as a waitress, so ‘perfectly’ may be overselling it slightly). If I’m honest, Sara Bareilles isn’t even my favorite singer of all time. Don’t get me wrong, she’s in my top 5, but I wouldn’t call myself a super fan by any means. I don’t follow her on twitter or even visit her website. Yet, I find myself sharing the strangest of connections with her music, with her words and her melodies. It’s as if she’s been there throughout the hard times in my life, with just the right advice.

I still can’t listen to some of the songs on Kaleidoscope Heart and I still don’t sing in front of people. In the last 4 and a half years following the assault I’ve stood up for myself, through my advocacy, my work, my academics, and the reclaiming of the things I enjoy. But, much like I can’t go back in time and be the girl I was before all of this, there are some things I can’t get back. There are also some things I don’t want to change, like the feelings I get when I listen to Blessed Unrest, or the love and support I feel from my family and friends or all of the amazing work I’ve been a part of to make other survivors’ lives better. I went to see her again a few years ago, in the time between getting better and graduation. My dad and I stood in the front row, together. We got Pink’s hotdogs afterward, we listened to Blessed Unrest the whole way down to the concert and back. It felt right to share that with my dad again. It felt normal, and fun.

Ultimately, I want to say thank you to Sara Bareilles. I doubt many people, her included, will ever read this, but if by chance you are, I want you to know you helped me find my strength. Your music didn’t just have the misfortune of being the soundtrack to my assault, it was the soundtrack to my recovery, it was what helped me stop with one foot literally over the ledge, and for that I can only offer you my deepest gratitude.

But hold them and keep them And know that you need them When your breaking point's all that you have A dream is a soft place to land May we all be so lucky

TL;DR In 2012 I was sexually assaulted, twice by the same man, all in the span of about a week. This is the story of how I got better and how Sara Bareilles eerily seemed to have my back.

#sara bareilles #kaleidoscopeheart #blessedunrest #assault #sexualassault #music #emotional #suicide #cutting #drugs #recovery #therapy #activism #trigger warning

[alrightpoppins]

all the questions b/c why not :)

you’re my new best friend.

this thing is 50 questions long so it’s under the cut 👍

1. do you have any recurring dreams? what are they?

lately i’ve had a recurring dream of beating the shit out of my cousin.. so there’s that

2. what is your favourite kind of fruit?

hmm.. either clementines, pears, or peaches

3. sweet or savoury?

savory

4. what is your smallest/pettiest fear?

ants. i freak the fuck out if there are ants around me.

5. what is your least favourite vegetable?

probably sweet potatoes. that’s like the only vegetable i can think of that i dislike. i hate sweet potatoes.

6. what is your favourite art movement?

either surrealism or pop art

7. do you drink milk?

no i really should.

8. what was the last line of the last book you read?

…i can’t remember the last book i finished… fuck i miss having time to read.

9. do you like bitter food?

 i can’t really think of any but probably not. i’m too bitter to eat bitter foods too.

10. what is the most significant event in your life so far?

i just did some deep ass thinking and like.. it had to have been my dad leaving. like i don’t even remember that but my life would be 100% different if he hadn’t so i have to say that.

11. what is one thing ( a book, movie, etc ) that has greatly affected you?

 i’m gonna nerd out…

 the wizard of oz bc that’s been my favorite movie since i was 2 years old and if happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why oh can’t i?

harry potter bc oh mY GOD. that’s like a whole world that is so fucking special and welcoming and magical and do you know how much a fucked up little kid needs magic bc it’s a lot man.

also… supergirl. bc alex danvers is so fucking special to me and her personality, her family values/dynamics, her coming out story are all so relevant and important to me and i cry about it a lot okay??

12. what is your favourite breed of dog or cat?

PITBULLS. i mean all dogs i love every single one of them but pitbulls are the best. and cats… idk i guess fat ones 😂

13. list your top 5 favourite turtle names.

like names that i would choose for a turtle? i love this question.

bubba, roscoe, franklin, squirtle, crush

14. what job would you have if you could have it without going through all of the school or experience that is required?

either a veterinarian or a children’s psychologist

15. are there any names that you dislike so much that you would dislike the person with the name? what are those names?

my dislike of names always comes from disliking a person with that name. and then it ruins the chances of me liking someone else with the same name. for instance: jason

16. what is your favourite letter?

L, J, or G because i like writing them in cursive

17. are there any instruments you wished you played?

i really wish i could play the drums and piano

18. list your best friends.

ellie, nicole, sam, jake, angie, my mom, my grandma

19. would you rather be a skeleton or a ghost?

ghost. definitely.

20. do you prefer fish or lizards/snakes? (as pets)

i’ve never had a lizard or snake so i guess fish.

21. art or music?

music is art??

but if you mean music or visual art, i’d say music.

22. what is your favourite type of flower?

gardenias. i’m trash.

23. soup or salad?

salad.

24. are you good at keeping plants alive?

i haven’t attempted this since i was like 6.

25. do animals tend to like you?

yes which is good bc i love them.

26. what is the worst book you’ve ever read?

i can’t really say. the only one that i never finished was Go Ask Alice.

27. do you collect anything?

not anymore.

28. how many pillows do you sleep with?

as many as i can possibly fit on my bed.

29. whats the latest you’ve ever woken up?

well i woke up at 2pm today. let’s just say that that isn’t my record.

30. how many pictures are on your walls?

sO MANY I CAN’T EVEN TELL YOU. i fucking love pictures.

31. what age did you stop keeping stuffed animals on your bed?

i still have stuffed animals on my bed lmao.

32. what is your favourite candy?

probably gummy bears or 100 gram bars.

33. what is your favourite baked good?

the iced lemon cookies my aunt made for christmas this year. new discovery.

34. do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

yes i have a polaroid camera.

i also have a nicer one but i haven’t used it in a long time. i don’t know the exact model, it’s a fujifilm.

35. do you wear jewelry?

yep. every day i wear my cross, the prayer bracelet sam got me, my rainbow ring, and my class ring. i usually have another 2 bracelets and another ring too.

36. sunrise or sunset?

idek. both man.

37. do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

either way. i blast it in my room and car. headphones in public.

38. what was your favourite show as a child?

when i was like 6 it was boy meets world…. also murder she wrote.

39. describe your favourite spot in your house.

probably my bed lmao.

40. do you like to be warm or cold?

i’d rather be cold than hot but i’d always prefer warm.

41. the best joke you have.

i’m made of sarcasm, not planned jokes.

42. whats the weirdest thing that you’ve seen happen in a public place?

i’ve seen furries walking around campus before. scary shit.

43. CD or digital?

digital is more convenient but i still buy CDs when i can. i’m a tactile person.

44. who do you miss right now?

poppop. jocelyn. my friends from school. the usual suspects.

45. if you could combine two places in the world, which two places would you choose?

probably somewhere green and scenic in the mountains with either my hometown or NYC

46. describe the worst substitute teacher you’ve ever had.

one time i had a sub in my german class who joined in with some kids and made fun of our teacher and the weight of student who was absent that day. he also let us watch The Interview on youtube on fire.

there’s also mr. finestien who i simultaneously love and hate. he’s adorable and nerdy and means well but if he subs a math class he straight up continues the lesson we’re on and it was like there wasn’t even a sub.

47. do you believe horoscopes?

i think they’re fun and maybe nice bc they can tell you what you wanna hear/give a basis for a little hope. but no i don’t particularly believe in them.

48. are you spiritual?

i’m more spiritual than i am religious.

49. describe your pets ( or family if you dont have pets )

my uncle has a dog named Chaos who lives in the back of my house. he’s a doberman rottweiler mix but he’s tiny as heck, very skittish, and pees when he’s excited.

then there’s Bear. he was my other uncle’s dog but now he’s my grandma and mom’s dog. he’s huge and fluffy. he means well but he’s kind of aggressive and bites/growls at/snaps at people sometimes. he’s always sorry after.

and then there’s Jazzy. she’s my dog and from the same litter as Bear. they’re german shepherd, siberian husky, chow chow mixes. she’s bigger than bear and looks nothing like him. she’s got bright blue eyes that i love a lot. she acts big and tough, fights with Bear a lot and is mean to Chaos. but when she’s out of the house, she’s a little bitch. she’s literally run from a cocker spaniel before. she’s just like me bc she has trust issues, is lazy, likes to be alone, is very stubborn, and has a bum hip. she also eats everything in sight and is sometimes food aggressive. she only really listens to me. 

50. are you good at getting over mistakes?

NOPE. i’m bad at admitting that i was wrong in the first place so getting over it is a time. i learn from them though bc i hate being wrong so much i wanna make sure i don’t fuck up again.

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