#a tightrope walk in cowboy boots

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#note to self #a tightrope walk in cowboy boots #scripture #my faith #psalm 28:7

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Sympathy For Wolves: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader

Chapter 7: What Big Claws You Have

“To lovers, the moon is a thing of beauty; But, to this man, it is a deadly curse.” ~ Wolfman Jack

“Cassidy!” Reyes called out for him.

The night ops commander tried to grab onto Cole’s arm as he fled, barely managing to snag a hold of the cowboy’s bicep by the skin on his teeth just before the fabric slipped from his fingertips. Cole fled down the hallway, scrambling around the corner quickly and retreated back to his room. He could hear Reyes calling out for him, telling him to hold up, but Cole needed to flee.

He nearly slammed against his door, hand shaking as he punched in his room’s pin number and almost fell inside when the door parted.

He felt like he was going to vomit.

He pressed his back against the door, hands flat on the metal and head pressing painfully against the cold slab of sliding steel. The room was spinning, tilting with every blink he rapidly took, the corners of his vision were starting to get a little dark. His eyes had started to sting again, the burning sensation flaring with every move his eyes made just like they did moments ago in front of that plant in Moira’s office.

He could feel the contents of his stomach bubbling, he could feel his organs twisting into sailor knots. His chest was tight, it felt like his ribs were going to all pop apart if his chest squeezed any tighter. It felt like he was getting pinned under Reinhardt’s hairy and very sweaty body again but ten times worse.

Cole stumbled away from the door, barely able to catch himself on his dresser’s edge as his legs nearly gave out from under his brawny weight. His hands clawed at the roughened wood, worn from him carelessly tossing things like his gunbelt to bottles to his heavy ass armor onto it. He pushed himself up, forearms flexing as his back started to burn from the stretch of his muscles. His arm Moira had just drawn blood from felt as though he lit it ablaze, like it had been blown off from the elbow down. His fingers felt numb, it was agonizing to bend it, all he could do was curled it underneath him and squeeze it against his stomach as he braced himself on his dresser.

A low, pained groan forced its way past Cole’s lips, his mouth hanging just barely open as his temples throbbed. It felt like someone had put his thoughts into a blender, making nothing but incoherent nonsense as the sound drowned out from his ears. All he could hear was his heart beating all too quickly in his chest, each pound was like nails on a chalkboard, the hairs on his body standing straight up as a cold sweat doused over him.

What the fuck was that plant?

Was he poisoned? He had to have been.

Cole’s eyes fluttered open, wincing at how much the room was still spinning. He felt like he had just downed an entire bottle of the cheapest liquor the harsh American desert could off, something that could really cut through just about anybody with just one touch on the tongue. His stomach curled and coiled like it had just happened, too, acting as though it could purge itself at any second now but the feeling never bubbled over and onto the rug beneath his boots.

He spied the small standing mirror that he had on top of his dresser and snatched at it, quickly bringing it up close to his face with trembling hands.

His eyes were their usual shade of honey brown. They were wide with fear, the whites had been bloodshot, but they were human. They were some sick shade of acidic yellow, they didn’t give off some sort of glow like this was some stupid fantasy movie. They were just normal, boring and brown.

He dropped the mirror back onto the dresser as he exhaled the breath he had been holding in.

Cole forced himself to stand up on wobbling legs, leaning himself off of his dresser until he managed to stand on his own two feet without falling over. His steps were messy, heavy and slow like he was trying to walk on a tightrope to his bed. It looked like a cloud sent straight down from heave in his eyes. He kept his arm still tucked up against his chest and stomach, nursing it as he eyed his bed with exhausted eyes.

Sleep.

That’s what he needed: Sleep. He would sleep and he would feel a whole lot better when he woke up. It had to work. He couldn’t risk going to Angela with this and expose himself that he snooped and he sure as hell wasn’t going back to Moira with her office full of poisonous plants. If sleep would help his hangovers, it should help this.

It felt as though time had dripped on like hardened honey, every step felt like it took forever in his distorted vision until he finally reached his bed.

He collapsed against it, legs giving out on him once again as he basically fell face first against the covers. His body felt suddenly warm all over, the thick flannel beneath him cradled him like he was a baby, softly soothing his hazy mind until it had switched off to darkness.

Your scent that drowned his entire body was like a sweet mother’s lullaby, dulling the pain of the day as his senses quickly shut off.

Cole suddenly opened his eyes. He was freezing cold, almost as though he had been dunked in a bath of ice cold water just to wake him from his slumber.

Except, he wasn’t sure he was sleeping… At least in his bedroom.

Cole’s eyes opened up to see the stars above. Trees had speared upwards toward the sky from the corners of his vision, tall pines like spikes against the night blue sky. The full moon sat directly over his head, shining brightly, burning at his eyes the more he stared up at it.

He sat up with a short shout, his bare hands snatching up the soft grass that pillowed beneath him. He rubbed his arms against himself, hugging his body as it shivered in the night’s cold kissing breeze. Looking down, Cole found that he was not in the uniform he was wearing just as he collapsed on his bed; Instead, he was in his usual sleepwear consisting of a well worn t-shirt and thin flannel sleeping pants. No wonder he was fucking freezing.

Cole looked over his shoulder, doing his best to ignore the biting cold and how his breath puffs out like smoke before his eyes, looking along the trees that surrounded him as though they would suddenly produce answers with worried eyes. How did he get here? Why was he in different clothes?

Was this a dream?

Cole felt his heart pounding all over his skin, his ears were full of static as his blood roared in his veins trying to keep him warm. His fingers were starting to feel a little tingly as he tucked them under his armpits for extra warmth.

He had to get out of here… wherever here was.

Cole finally found it in himself to stand, his legs wobbling as he slowly stood up. He winced at the tightness all over his body, his joints popping and his head started to throb at the temples again.

He started for the trees, managing to get past an overgrown root poking out of the earth when he felt something shift in the air.

A branch snapping somewhere in the woods had Cole turning on his heel, eyes pinned on the direction the sound had come from just on the other side of the clearing. It didn’t take a second glance to see a single yellow eye cutting through the darkness to scare the shit out of him. It felt like he had just been drowned in another ice bath just from looking at that one eye sitting amongst the tall pine trees.

He watched in horror as a large dog-like foot broke from the darkness and stepped into the clearing, dark claws churning up the dirt and grass as it put its full weight onto it. It slowly stepped out into the clearing, the rest of its body slowly being exposed in the pale moonlight. Cole backed up further into the trees himself, for the one step the monster took towards him he took five back.

It looked a lot more different than their meeting in Washington.

It looked sickly. Its fur was matted and caked in what Cole could only describe to be dry blood and possibly pus. Some parts of its body were hairless, completely missing patches while others had thinning fur across the skin, almost as though it had mange. It looked a lot skinnier and more lanky like it hadn’t been eating. There were more scars on its body, especially its face. The muzzle on that thing had horrible scratches carved in, some of its fangs were missing as it snarled at him in the trees. But it was still missing its eye and Cole could spot the bullet he had shot into its shoulder just barely missing where the throat began.

Cole nearly choked on his spit as it just stood there watching him. Why wasn’t it attacking him? Why wasn’t it trying to maul him like it did just last month? Why wasn’t it trying to finish the job? His entire body had curled up like a tight coil, at the first sign of that monster lunging at him he would book it through the woods.

Instead, it just continued to look at him with that fucking creepy ass eye that Cole really couldn’t look away from. He knew the second he would look away, something would happen though.

Cole found it suddenly hard to breathe the longer he stood there glaring at the beast in front of him. He wasn’t freezing cold anymore, in fact, it was the opposite. His skin felt as though it was burning in the sun despite it being nearly pitch black where he stood.

And then he felt his heart sear inside of him.

Cole choked on his breath, eyes widening as the air had been suddenly sucked out of his lungs. He tried to shout in pain only for nothing to come out. It felt like he had been stabbed in the heart, right in between his ribs as his lungs ached like they had been punctured. His legs gave out under him, falling to his knees as one of his forearms caught him before he faceplanted into the plush grass. His fingers snatched up the grass, tearing it from the hardened dirt as his back arched and his mouth hung open in a silent scream.

Another throb of his heart, another stabbing feeling-

But this time, Cole found the air to cry out in agony.

He felt miserable.

Gloved fingers rubbed at exhausted eyes, pinching at the space between his brows as a soft groan emitted from the back of his throat. His mouth was drier than the dusty desert he once called home, his head was foggier than a night on the beach after it rained. There was still a dull pounding at the back of his skull, his temple still flared with pain when he grit and ground his back teeth. From how much he’s been clenching his jaw, he was surprised that his molars hadn’t cracked under the pressure yet.

The noises of the mess hall only made it worse. All of the talking and laughing and the scraping of metal utensils on ceramic plates, it grated at his ears and dwindled down his thinning nerves. Why did everything feel so loud all of a sudden?

Cole pulled his cup of scalding hot coffee closer to him by the rim, nearly splashing out the dark liquid from how rough he was. Coffee was probably the last thing he needed right now save for the cigarettes he had just smoked right before coming in here, but he needed something to keep him up after the nightmare that had woken him up in the middle of the night.

It felt too real for comfort. Cole swore he could still feel the stabbing pain in his chest whenever he would move a certain way, especially when bending over. How could a dream do something like? How could a pain like that still linger? His chest felt sore, it was even worse when he woke up in an awkward position all tangled in the sheets by himself. It felt like someone had split his chest open and was tugging at his ribs.

He blinked slowly, moving his hand away from his face as he looked around the mess hall filled to the brim with Overwatch agents. He knew most of them, obviously, but it felt like there were more packed in today than ever. He could make out the few key members mingling with the regular soldiers, but he couldn’t quite make you out in the crowd just yet.

Cole raised the mug of blazing hot coffee that was literally just made not even two minutes ago to his lips and knocked back at least half of the bitter goodness before setting his mug back down on the table. His throat burned but he really didn’t care. He needed to be awake; If he was awake, he wouldn’t have nightmares like last night.

Right?

Wrong. He knew shit like this can only get worse if he avoided help. He’s seen it in Deadlock and especially here. Nightmares from whatever the poor soul witnessed right in front of their eyes, hallucinations of pain where they had been shot or stabbed, seeing things that really aren’t there. Cole had two out of three already, and as he eyed the mess hall, he couldn’t help but wonder if his sanity had already started to dwindle. Hell, his eyes changing to that sickening yellow color had to have been a sick vision, right? Except, Reyes saw them, just the sight alone got him to shut up and that fucker never stops talking.

Cole raised his mug again, quickly swallowing the rest of its contents before placing the mug back down and leaning back in his chair, pushing the empty mug to the center of the table to deal with later.

His eyes wandered to the long line for food only getting longer as most of the soldiers went back for seconds by this time - Reinhardt was probably on his fourth plate by now as he watched the walking mountain slap the tray down on his table while his other seat-mates looked on in either disgust or intrigue. His stomach turned and twisted at the sight of steaming hot food piled onto plates. He felt ravenous as though he hadn’t eaten in days, but just the thought of eating made him feel sick to his stomach. The smells alone really weren’t helping him at all, but the coffee machine in the Blackwatch wing was currently out of order and Angela’s med bay was packed full of sick or injured soldiers so he couldn’t bum off of her machine.

Some of the smells toyed with his nose, smelling like heaven served up on a silver platter. He wanted to so badly devour something right now. Maybe a steak, bloody rare with mashed potatoes and green beans. Just the thought of a big juicy steak made his mouth start to water. The thought of a blue rare steak briefly crossed his mind, then a raw one. Just the thought of a freshly cut steak that was still bleeding made his mouth water and his stomach to cry out for food.

Another mug of steaming hot coffee was placed right in front of him by a gentle hand. Following the striking blue Overwatch uniform sleeve up, Cole found you attached to it. You had your own cup in your other hand, a soft smile spread across your face.

“Mind if I sit with you, cowboy?” you hummed.

“Please,” Cole’s voice was soft, barely audible over the ruckus that surrounded you both.

You sat across from him, stirring your coffee with a spoon as you eyed him with worry painted on your face.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?” You weren’t there, you were on a later shift stuck doing paperwork all night long. Cole missed your presence in his room, in his bed. His heart sank when he woke up and you weren’t there pressed up against him. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I had a bad dream,” he shrugged.

“I’m sorry, cowboy, I should’ve stopped by after your appointment with Moira.”

Cole looked back up at you from the new coffee cup to see you had a look of regret on your face. His chest twisted at the sight of you looking so sad.

“Don’t be. Morrison’s been runnin’ ya ragged. If ya stopped to see me, he woulda blown a gasket.”

You paused at his words, knowing he was right.

“You’ve been having those bad dreams lately. Did you tell Angela?” You hesitated before asking the question you knew he wouldn’t like. “Moira?”

Just hearing that woman’s name made Cole’s skin crawl. He still couldn’t get over what happened yesterday. He spent a good ten minutes looking in his bathroom mirror when he woke up, staring intently at his eyes to see if they would do it again but they never did. What was that fucking plant and why did it do that to him? His grip on the coffee cup tightened, threatening to crack the piece of cheap porcelain.

“No and hell no.” Cole sipped at his coffee. “Angela’s busy, I don’ wanna bother her.”

“She’s worried about you.” You stopped stirring your coffee. “I’m worried about you.” Your words made Cole’s heart sink in his chest to his stomach. Your hand slowly reached out across the table to place itself on to his own. He couldn’t help but look up into your eyes, really seeing how worried you are. “Are you okay? I know you don’t want to talk about what happened, but I know this is all happening because of it. Right?”

“Darlin’, ‘m sorry.”

“You said you were going to tell me what happened, but you never got the chance to. Either you get pulled away or I do. I’m really worried about you Cole. You’ve been acting… weird.”

Your words made the knots in his gut tighten more. He never did get to tell you what happened, how he was basically a human squeaky toy for a big hairy monster and how he’s been having nightmares and weird cravings and all of this weird shit. What even would you say? What could you even do?

“I know, and ‘m so sorry pumpkin.” Your eyes were so full of worry and love that it felt like Cole had just gotten punched in the stomach. “We’re here now. I can tell ya.”

“You don’t have to, I’m just worried is all-”

“No,” he stopped you. He looked around the mess hall, his eyes locking on Moira who was already looking in his general direction. He saw the way she eyed between the two of you, eyes narrowing in thought. It sent shivers down his spine being in her sights. “Let’s go back to our room, I’ll tell ya there.”

Cole stood up from his chair and offered you his hand which you took quickly. He lead you out of the mess hall, weaving through people and dodging chairs and tables before you both broke free from the noisy crowd. The walk back to your bedroom was mostly silent, just the sounds of both of your boots connecting with the metallic flooring filling the void until you reached his door. Once the door slid open, you both walked in and sat down on the bed next to each other.

Cole felt like he was going to throw up. Not from pain, but from panic this time. How was he going to explain this to you?

You picked up on his unease, placing your hand right back onto his own as it grabbed at the edge of the bed. Just your touch alone soothed him, his shoulders stopped tensing.

“What happened in Washington, Cole?”

You gave him the beginning, all he needed to do was give you the middle and the end.

“Talon was usin’ an old base for somethin’. Overwatch was investigating but they needed to bring us in. When we got there, it was like a ghost town. Even saw where they set up camp, but it was a wreck. We had to go on foot to the base and it was in worse condition. We all got separated and…” Cole had to stop. His throat felt dry again, and a little scratchy too. “I found ‘em. I found ‘em all.”

“Overwatch?”

“And Talon.”

Your eyebrows were thrown up as shock overtook your features.

“You don’t mean-”

“Dead. All of ‘em. The entire Overwatch team and probably all of Talon in that base.” Cole felt sick to his stomach as he thought back. All of that blood splattered across that entire room. All of the gore flashing in front of his eyes like he was still back there. You squeezed his hand, reassuring his racing heart as it pounded in his ears. “I found what killed ‘em all.”

Shock quickly replaced itself with fear on your face. You knew exactly what he meant by ‘what’ not being ‘who.’

“What was in that base?”

Cole shook his head, his throat feeling like it was closing up as the nightmarish memories haunted his vision. Those wicked claws, those crooked teeth, those putrid yellow eyes. And the smell. Oh God, the smell.

“Some kinda monster they made got out. Killed ‘em all then came after me.”

Cole wanted to kick himself right in the ass. Why did he say monster? The horrified look on your face said it all. He caught you suddenly staring at his shoulder that he got bit on before looking back at his face.

The reality was starting to settle in Cole’s gut.

Was it really a werewolf? Was he actually bitten by a werewolf?

Fear stabbed right through him just like in his nightmare as the terrifying thought crossed his mind: Is he going to turn into one?

No. There’s no fucking way. Werewolves are just a myth, a story, a made up thing to put in trashy monster movies. They’re not real. Whatever it was that attacked him was not a damn werewolf. It’s impossible. He’s seen the reports that come out Talon and how they experiment all of the damn time on poor and innocent souls. He’s seen how Talon changes people whether its through powerful concoctions of steroids and craziness or by genetic experiments alone. Hell, you’ve even seen them too. Why wouldn’t that freak of nature that used him as a jaw workout be any different?

He felt your hand caress his face, stroking at his stubbled jaw before turning his face to look at you by his chiseled chin. The moment your eyes met, Cole felt that raging fear in his heart start to quell. You knew exactly how to calm him down.

He could smell the coffee on your breath, see the exhaustion in your eyes, feel the warmth of your skin on his. Just being here with you felt intoxicating.

There was that sweet smell again, that smell that was like heaven on earth that Cole swore up and down that it had to be your perfume. It lulled his tense nerves, it fogged up his rattled mind. It smelled of the most luxurious chocolate out there in the world, like the sweetest of wines, like the most delectable fruit that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

He suddenly pressed his lips against yours, shocking you but you didn’t pull away. Cole’s hands found your waist and tugged you in close, your hands reaching out to grab ahold of Cole’s uniform for support at the edge of the bed. He nearly pulled you onto his lap before rolling you until your back was on the mattress. He hadn’t made the bed after his fitful sleep from last night, the flannel blanket was a rumpled mess beneath you as he straddled you by the waist. You broke from the kiss, placing your hands on Cole’s broad shoulders to stop him before he could swipe another kiss from you.

“Don’t you have stuff to do today?” you worried.

“They can wait,” was all he said before his hungry lips found your once again.

You moaned as his rough stubble scratched nicely at your skin, how his hands fumbled with your chest and squeezed your breasts through your uniform. God, he wanted to rip it off of you so badly. He wanted to take you right here and right now but he couldn’t. You were right, after all. He didn’t know how much time he had until someone came to track him down, but holy shit, he wanted to lay into you so badly. He wanted to hear you cry out in pleasure, plead for him, beg for more. He wanted to feel your warm, wet walls clench around him, to feel you come apart underneath him.

Your hands snaked up to Cole’s hair, knocking off his hat onto the bed and snagging a hold of his hair. Your fingers carded into his thick locks, tugging on the strands that needed a cut, scratching lightly at his scalp as he growled against your lips. He sank his teeth into your bottom lip, begging you to let him in which you graciously offered. Your tongues collided and danced together as he tried to explore your warm mouth. You’ve taken both his tongue and his dick so many times, and every time felt like pure perfection. Cole snarled into the kiss, deep and guttural, vibrating through his chest better than any engine could. Just the short, cut off noise you made from him nearly turned the tide, nearly allowed him to come undone and fuck you into the mattress until you only remembered his name. He wanted to hear you chant it so badly.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips up, getting another rise out of Cole. He felt his cock start to tingle with life, slowly starting to press up against his boxers the more you moaned and whimpered and sighed as you made out with him. To keep his calm, Cole snatched at the headboard with one of his hands, his nails biting into the wood as his other hand remained on your breast, kneading it passionately and pinching at your nipple to pebble it. He wanted to lick and bite at your tits so badly, to feel their soft warmth and weight in his hands, to pull such illicit moans from your mouth for him to swallow. He wanted to hear that noise come out of you again, and he was damn well inspired to make it happen.

His hand started to cramp up from how tight his hand clamped against the headboard, his fingers started to ache. He felt his fingertips start to seize up and get hot. It felt like something had splintered through his fingers and dug under his nail beds, stabbing right into his fingers and digging in deep.

A firm knock on the door startled you both, Cole’s head shooting up to stare at the headboard in front of him and looking directly at his trembling hand clamped over the wood while you tried to calm your breathing.

“Cassidy, you in there?” It was Reyes, now, at a very, very bad time. “Cassidy, we need to talk. Get out here.”

Cole went to unlatch his hand from the headboard only to find that his fingertips were hard to remove, tugging back when he pulled on them until they popped out. Fear had quickly shot right through his entire body at the sight of long nails at the end of his fingers, slightly pointed and darker than his natural nail color.

Claws. Fucking claws. Was this another sick, twisted hallucination his mind was playing with? He could see how red his nailbeds were, he could spy the blood thinly hugging his cuticles. His hand trembled in the air as you clung to him by his chest, burying your face into his shirt none-the-wiser, most likely out of embarrassment for getting caught once again with Cole by Reyes. Cole balled his hand, wincing as the nails cut into his calloused palm as he sat up on his knees and faced the door, desperately searching his mind for an escape plan.

But as Reyes pounded on the door once again, he knew he had been boxed in.

“Cassidy! I’m not gonna say it again!”

#overwatch #cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #jesse mccree #mccree x reader #werewolf!mccree #werewolf!cassidy #werewolf!cole cassidy

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Cowboy!Bakugo who’s surprisingly soft when he asks you out for the first time.

Hands shoved in his pockets, face turned away from you under his hat, his cheeks red.

Who’d have thought that the ex high school football star who’s known for his temper would be so romantic.

He shows up in a pressed shirt, his normally muddy boots and oily jeans spotless, a ball cap perched on his blonde head, and more surprisingly, a single rose.

He won’t tell you what he has planned, no matter how much you pester, his lips pressed into a tight line as he fights a smile at your questions.

But the wait is so worth it when he parks in the middle of a field and guides you to the bed of his truck, covered with blankets and pillows so that you can stargaze and just… talk.

About any and everything, about your old memories and friends, your dreams, your fears.

He’s normally so sure about himself, but he hesitates when his pinky brushes against your hand, wondering if you’re feeling the same butterflies as he is.

You take the hint, casually intertwining your fingers with his as you keep talking, and he just tilts his head to look at you, gesturing up at the sky as you tell him a story.

He thinks his heart might stop.

But he’s surer now, feels like he’s not walking a tightrope, so he tugs you closer until you’re nestled in his arms, your fingers tapping on his chest above his heart as you both quietly watch the night sky, feet tangled together.

And you start to wonder if there’s more to the blonde than anyone ever realized.

#these blurbs just keep coming sorry #bnha bakugou #cowboy!bakugo #mha #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugou x you #cowboy!katsuki #t writes #thecowboyanon writes #cowboy anon writes

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The Royal Sheriff (Profile/Facts)

Facts:

1. When Wander was 6, his first spell was the Inner Demon Spell (which is based on Alice Madness Returns’ Hysteria mode) once he saw his own blood for the first time. When he was 8, his second spell was the Sun Strikes that was controlling the golden rocks. And when he was 11, his third spell was Lighting Star Blast that shoot out lightning bolt with stars.

2. After a fallout that had broken their friendship, Wander and Sylvia won’t be able to talk to each other ever again for nearly 4 years and would gone on their separate ways. Reason why it’s because of Sylvia’s fear of Wander’s Inner Demon Spell, his eyes were full of true hatred and in case he’ll hurt her again like she accidentally hit Wander during their argument. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him in the eye because it was a pure anger to her.

3. Wander’s favourite treats are Oreos! He loves them since he was 2. He often shares them with his friends. When he was 6, he used to steal them at night and secretly hide them in his toy box. His favourite flavours are red velvet, s’more and peanut butter chocolate pie.

4, He made the special waffle treat called Banana Split Surprise – Oreo base waffle with melted Belgian chocolate sauce, crunchy peanut butter, Oreo crumble, strawberry slices, banana slices and whipped cream.

5, He also made the special pancake treat called S’More Cake – Two plain American pancakes sandwiched together with Oreo, milk chocolate sauce or a bar and marshmallow all melted and toasted.

6, Wander wrote a song called A Beautiful Dream (based on A Million Dreams from the Greatest Showman). He would sing that song when he’s the place full of lost in sadness and loneliness, or to show his friends how hopeful he is for everyone in different dimensions.

7, Wander was once the most sweetest and friendliest cowboy in Wild West Side-Oaks and a helpful traveller in the galaxy, but now he shows everyone great power of responsibility and not being messed with. With some badass moments, everyone better watch out!

8, Wander has the heart of music, which is singing and dancing. His main ones are playing his banjo (that was once belong to Steven) and tap-dancing when he’s wearing his cowboy boots.

9, On his 8th birthday, Wander saw the northern lights for the first time up close. His favourite colour is bluey-green or greeny-blue.

10, Wander is a huge hugger. He adores hugging his family and friends with so much love in him to spread around others.

11, Wander and Sly can be best friends, close brothers, trust-worthy partners or even secret boyfriends!

12, Wander and Sly have a one-night stand at the Jade Palace (sleeping together after having sex in Master Oogway’s king-sized bed). After that, they’re still remain friends because they made a promise to never do it again. Both of them still acting like they’re boyfriends which confuse everyone.

13, Wander have a mark on his neck that Sly bite during their making-out session.

14, His elements are leadership and freedom.

15, He truly hate lies and feel betrayed from others that kept as a secret for too long.

16, He also hate seeing blood since having the Inner Demon Spell in him.

17, Wander adore horse-riding so much that he even had a horse of his own called Disney.

18, Wander also got more pets when he was willing to take them to his home so they would have a happy life.

19, On his 8th birthday, Wander got a gift from the old man named Julius. That gift is a totem that shown as the Raccoon of Family. Julius once said that family is the most important gift of every totem and that Wander would protect them from any harm. He still kept it ever since.

20, His animal spirit is an American eagle, proven his leadership.

21, Rhubarb crumble and apple & blackberry crumble are Wander’s favourite desserts with salted caramel ice and raspberry ripple ice cream.

22, When he’s in the library, Wander would spend nearly all-day reading books.

23, When he was 4, Wander can easily walk on cables like a tightrope and slide down both stair rails and train-track rails like Tennessee Kid Cooper.

24, He’s a huge fan of Little Mix!

25, Wander would spend most of the nights stargazing.

26, His favourite places on Earth are France and New York City.

27, He only like crunchy peanut butter with banana on toast and not smooth.

28, Wander’s favourite love song is Bella Notte from Lady and the Tramp.

29, At the fun fairs or theme parks, Wander would go to the roundabout first.

30, Wander love to go to Ed’s Easy Diner and Kaspas to get something to eat.

31, He somehow ship Blitzo x Stolas as a reminder of him and Sly.

32, Wander always smell like honeycomb or toffees and cream.

33, His favourite cookies are triple (milk, dark & white) chocolate chip cookies, Reese’s peanut butter chips cookies and red velvet cookies.

34, Wander favourite cakes are black forest gateau, coffee & walnut cake, cookie & cream cake and red velvet cakes.

35, He also like Halo and Ben & Jerry’s ice cream tubs.

36, Wander extends the hand of friendship to Angus Bumby who saved his life from Craig at age 6.

37, His anger is so strong he can easily break a champagne bottle with one smash, punch through glass windows and brick walls and easily cause a person to bleed with one punch.

38, While being the leader of the Eight Main Heroes, Wander guides his friends through the forest at night with his eyes that glows gold in the dark.

39, His talents are horse-riding, gun-shooting, archery, playing his banjo, sword-fighting, speaking in French and singing with that outstanding voice.

40, His hobbies are playing his banjo, reading books and stargazing.

41, He can play the guitar, piano, saxophone, then just his banjo.

42, Michael Dracula Star-Gaze is part of Wander’s life because of his first Inner Demon Spell at age 6.

43, Wander is the strongest than any of his family and friends because his powers are Galaxia (Stardust, Sundrop and Moonstone) along with dark magic. Which maybe he is as strong as Stolas and Alastor, but 10 times stronger.

44, He’s a Wild West Country Folk.

45, Wander is also a biggest fan of Tennessee Kid Cooper, which is why he loves cowboys and horse-ridings.

46, Wander seems to have the ability to purr like a cat; this can be heard when he was hugging his friends. And he’s also attached to smell red lasers like a cat as well.

47, Not only he’s good at caring for animals, he also take good care of the children.

48, He’s brave enough to risk everything to make his dreams come true. His dreams are to explore new places, be himself and have freedom full the rest of his life. Wander also shows true courage when he set out to discover the truth in his mind called Galaxialand.

49, According to Wander and Abi’s friendship when they were kids, they share a friendly kiss while they were having picnic together at the WoodLand Flower Park, so that meant Wander has been kissed before and Abi was his first. The only people who knew about this was Roxy Mitchell and Sean Slater.

50, Just like Rapunzel, Wander to keep a journal of his own that filled with his drawings, ideas, photos and other crafty stuff.

#wander over yonder #sly cooper #profile #star vs the forces of evil #kung fu panda #my little pony #rapunzel's tangled adventure #the pirates! band of misfits #alice madness returns #the eight main heroes #wander over yonder au

[the-angry-pixie]

No matter how much older Bill Denbrough gets he never loses that puckish attitude that dominated his youth. That tightrope walk that teetered more often on the side of recklessness and impulsivity.

So... when Bill sees Ben innocently come into the bathroom while he’s taking a shower. Wearing those jeans, with those cowboy boots, and dat ass... well... Bill’s just gotta have him right there and then.

Ben is more than happy to comply. He’s thoughtful like that.

#denscom #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #hee hee #Bill would #he's just dumbass enough to not give Ben a chance to take his damn jeans off #Bev's gonna yell at him later #because of course this exists in my poly losers AU #poly losers club #pixie image inspo #notsfw #IT movie

[wraithwitch]

A Nice and Accurate Account of Sauntering.

No one seems to have analysed Crowley’s saunter, which as a Theatre/Eng-lit/History/Costume lunatic I find criminal.

For example, I taught myself to walk naturally toe to heel (the way you’d historically walk without hard ground or hard soles) because I sewed a linen Viking/Saxon dress, so had to walk correctly in it? Also ran around in corset and crinoline doing household chores ‘cos I made a 1850s dress so wanted to know what it felt like. (1760s stays and gowns are far more comfortable in case you care.) Also cowboy boots, britches, spurs, braces, waistcoat, stetson and 1880s morning coat because… well, just because really. Anyway. All I mean is, costume can help define character and movement as well as the historical timeframe.

As soon as I saw Crowley I wanted his wardrobe: his props, his everything. I wish I had the money for his glasses (they suit me - no sun glasses have ever suited me and his are expensive - bastard) … I’m getting off topic. 

I’m a skinny 5’6 girl who walked through the worst bits of London (occasionally drunk) at 2am by doing the Murder Strut and making everyone else too terrified to try anything. But I’ve since learnt that one can saunter instead of strut and that’s even better because not only do they not dare touch you, but you’re so insouciant as to be utterly insulting and that’s always a plus. Anyways...

How to saunter: Stand very straight and then try to chill into your pelvis, bend your knees a little too, let them be loose. Then walk like a catwalk model (or tightrope-walker) try to let your hips swing but also keep your legs in a straight forward momentum whilst giving every hint of not fucking caring - because you don’t. (This sounds contradictory - I know. 10 to 30 min of practice and you’ll have it - it’s just straight shoulders and lead with your chest and your hips {mostly hips} in a slinky sort of way.) Don’t hurry. Find your rhythm and don’t deviate. Don’t get out of anyone’s way. Keep going at your own pace. Know that you are the Serpent of Eden, and honestly, who can compete with that? Exactly - no one.

I’ve researched this shit - extensively - I’ve practiced, okay? Here is a pretty good list of what you can and cannot saunter with (there are pitfalls for the unweary, beware)…

Shopping trolly/cart: You can. But after 30secs it will try to wildly saunter with you. And it might end in disaster if not brought to heel. (You can try hissing ‘DO BETTER!’ I did, but it didn’t seem to fix the situation. I fear it’s like trying to steer the Bentley if the Bentley doesn’t know you - problematic AF.) Still, do-able.

A Bag: Generally possible. Depending on the bags they may wind around your legs as you go and attempt to trip you up. Far more manageable than the shopping trolly though - it’s possible to adjust the saunter to accommodate the bag(s).

A Cup of Tea/Coffee: NO - NO - ABORT! ABORT! Either you or the floor will end up wearing whatever liquid it is. Just - no.

Books or other small solid objects: Yes - easy - saunter away. Swish swish, lovely, hips are awesome. Is anyone watching? So much the better.

A Cat: Ye-esss, but they may or may not have something to say on the subject. You’re on your own with this one, it’s up to the cat.

Angels Aziraphale: Ohhh yes, yessss please?

A Suitcase: That’s half way between a large bag and a bratty trolly. Unless you have some kinda Mary Poppins relationship with your luggage probably don’t bother. Unless you pray in desperation to an idiot snek - (I did) that can work in a pinch (there’s a price to pay though)…

A Bottle: The creator of sauntering likely was drunk and had some sort of bottle in one hand when this all started... Oh - it was Crowley with an amphora or something, wasn’t it? Of course it was. Yep, saunter away with any sort of bottle especially if it’s been miracled from a cellar that isn’t yours… It won’t spill - blame thank Crowley.

A snake: Obviously.

Style: I hope so otherwise why bloody bother.

Boots: Oh yes. Shoes work but they just aren’t as stylish.

Slippas/flipflops: With practice. (I practiced. Look I live on a tropical island currently -I miss cold and rain and London- I’d wear boots if I could, leave me alone.)

Through airport security: You’d think not, but I did and got to keep my sunglasses on through the x-ray machine, sooo… Yep.

Through town wearing sunglasses at night: Totally. Although one’s partner may utterly and very vocally despair.

Through a brief emotional breakdown I don’t want anyone else to partake in: Haha, watch me! Oh, wait, good luck, I’m wearing sunglasses and sauntering and you haven’t noticed anything - I win.

Dressed as Eden’s Serpent whilst entertaining an adopted niece at 4am in the kitchen when you’re both drunk and ridiculous and giggling like utter idiots and taking gloriously awful pics because why not: That sauntering - trying to show how to do it - will technically be the utter worst but also by far the most fun =)

#Crowley #saunter #Good Omens #idiot snek #I don't make a very good Crowley but I don't care #it kept me alive when it mattered

[jamesmarlowe]

RADTASK002: A GIRL AND HER DOG

March was a month without a season. Couldn’t call it spring yet; most of the trees were still bare, their long, dark limbs scraping up against the sky. Temperatures hovered indecisively around the low-fifties, then plummeted steeply each night. But there was something stirring: a birth of new smells, a trace of green in the yellow grass. A feeling of change, or the very brink of it, which had possessed him like an infusion of fresh blood and driven him outdoors— despite his three-hour block of afternoon classes, despite all the half-finished projects waiting for him in the studio. Outside, clouds skimmed the blue sky and squirrels tightrope-walked the phone lines. Birds huddled on exposed branches, returned from their long winter vacations. There was a smell of mulch in the air, fertile and earthy. A warm wind was blowing— as he walked outside the art building, Marlowe could feel it blowing through him as if through an open window, airing out all the trapped gloom in his soul. 

Gloom could accumulate even in him, of all people. There was something elemental about his need for sun and fresh air and open space; it was a quality he shared with all the other wild creatures who, after several long months deprived of all these things, were now also emerging from their dens and burrows, hungry and restless, desperate to roam. 

Today he was wearing a paisley bandana fashioned around his head, Springsteen-style, and a silver hoop through his ear. Both of these accessories gave his appearance a swashbuckling, pirate-y effect. Marlowe seemed to embody the part as he cleared a railing one-handed like a rodeo clown, then took the rest of the stairs two-at-a-time to where a girl waited for him at the bottom, her blonde hair lifted by the breeze. She kept her head bowed over her hands, deeply engrossed in the cat’s cradle she was weaving. 

Spacey Kasey. She was a junior in the Comp-Sci program. Sometimes people reacted to this information with a slow raise of their brows, or an actual laugh— more out of surprise than anything else, but that didn’t make it any kinder. No one really knew what to make of her. She could write code like Mozart wrote symphonies, but might also ask you if you knew how pineapples got their name, since they looked nothing like apples? Marlowe had met her at a party where she’d wondered precisely that, out loud, before turning her wide eyes to him; she had a child’s inquisitive stare. Why not pinefruit? He’d been fascinated from that moment on. His love for her had been a product of that fascination; he’d sensed something dreamy and outcast in her, something rare, easily misunderstood. They’d coupled up in late September, lasted till early November, the days dwindling and the nights lengthening by the time his old restlessness caught up with him— not her fault or his, just the natural progression of these things. Now, their relationship had lapsed into something easy, casual. Friends, sometimes more. He still found her endlessly fascinating. It was just a matter of how many other things in this endlessly fascinating world were also competing for his attention.

At the sound of cowboy boots smacking the pavement, Kasey looked up. The thread between her fingers went slack and her blue eyes brightened the way they always did whenever she saw him coming. Marlowe could not prevent a smile in response. Blue, he’d once heard, was the true color of the sun.

He whistled a short, upwards swoop. “Kase the Ace! Right time, right place!”

She was wearing an outfit almost as egregious as his own, tie-dyed shirt in sorbet shades of pink, purple and blue with only a pair of Lycra bike shorts underneath, exposing legs pale and goosebumped. There was a face looking at him from the front of her shirt, sinister drippy eyes loaded with glamorous make-up. Kasey’s own face was bare, her fair eyelashes almost invisible. Her earrings were a pair of mismatched plastic dinosaurs— one a red triceratops, one green T-Rex. Marlowe watched with visible amusement as she struggled to untangle the knots around her fingers. 

“Jeez, I used to be so good at these! I once taught all the girls at my summer camp how to do a ten-step cradle and I was like, their guru.” 

Eventually the two of them set off for the trees that hemmed the edges of campus. He briefed her about the reason for today’s outing—  a hunt for materials, looking for found objects not yet found—  but knew it wasn’t necessary, because Kasey could always be counted on to show up when he invited her. She was always happy to tag along, if only he asked. The quad they passed looked soggy and matted down in parts, the streaming sunlight revealing all the bald patches of mud and first sprigs of dandelion shoots. Marlowe kept his gaze ahead, away from that wide expanse of grass, letting Kasey’s idle chatter filter pleasantly through one ear and out the other. His gait was lopey but brisk, hers uneven as she skipped ahead, long blonde hair streaming behind her like a scarf thrown to the wind. 

“So what are we looking for today?”

Marlowe angled his face up to the sky, watching a bird disappear into a cloudbank. “Y’know, the usual. Hidden treasure, lost artifacts. Ancient ruins. Maybe a secret Amazon warehouse deep in the woods, that’d be useful. Could steal a lifetime supply of bubble wrap.” Rarely did he embark on such expeditions with a specific item in mind; mostly he just wandered around, expecting unusual things to find him and reveal their significance. Maybe it’d be a loop of blue ribbon, snagged on a wire fence. Or a child’s plastic bucket abandoned by the side of the road, handle broken, too lost to find its way back to the nearest sandbox. He searched for these banal objects that existed somewhere between tenderness and neglect— overlooked by so many who passed them by without any idea what they might’ve been before, what they could be next.

Kasey had begun walking backwards. There was a white patch of vitiligo on her forehead. Combined with her skipping and prancing, she often reminded him of a painted palomino. “I brought granola bars! They’re a little stale, you’ll have to use your back teeth.”

Marlowe flashed her two-thirds of a grin, revealing teeth that were good and strong, if a little crooked. “What if I told you I don’t have any? Will you mash them into a pulp and spit ‘em in my mouth?” He mimed the open-mouthed, head-back position of a hungry fledgling.

Kasey made a retching sound, dissolving into a giggle.

Soon they were stepping off the paved campus sidewalk and crossing the marshy grass towards the surrounding woods. The trees were sparse, still just skinny bodies stripped in the cold, but slowly the forest became denser the deeper they went; thick-trunked oaks and dark beeches grew here, close together, their twigs sprouting tiny green buds and unfurling fists of leaves. Branches criss-crossed the sky. Marlowe led the way through the corridor between trunks, but Kasey immediately began crashing through the skeletal undergrowth off to the side. 

“How about this?” Marlowe looked to where she’d hiked her leg up onto a large boulder like a big-game hunter posing with a kill. The stone jutted out of the ground at an odd angle, making him think of a dislocated jawbone. Kasey looked down at it, her expression deeply pensive. She tapped the toe of her sneaker. “You could like, give it a face. Glue eyes on it!”

Marlowe imagined an oversized pet rock in the likeness of Rocky Balboa, Stallone’s heavy scowl painted on. Shaking his head, he rewarded her sincere effort with an equally sincere smile. “Babe, I’m flattered that you think of me as some kind of circus strongman, but I’d need like, triple my current muscle mass to carry that.”

They found other things. An empty gallon jug, the kind used to hold water or milk, split almost in half. A tattered piece of fabric too muddied to even tell the original color. And most interestingly, a thin sheet of metal with torn edges, sharp as shrapnel. It leaned against a tree like a large canvas; the patterns of corrosion on its surface— oxidized red, blue rings of mold— made it seem less like a raw material and more like an already-finished work. Marlowe stood back with one finger resting against his chin, head tipped to the side as he appraised it like an art collector at a gallery. But in the end, he decided not to carry it either. He wasn’t up-to-date with his tetanus shots. 

They began to follow their own trail, no map or compass, forging a path through the woodsy vegetation that grew close to the ground and left long, raking scratches on arms and legs, resisting intrusion. Kasey swept back the flexible branches of saplings and peered into rotted tree hollows. Marlowe was more inclined to follow a few steps behind her, no urgency in his loose-limbed stroll. He tilted his head back and admired how the naked branches looked like slats of a broken roof letting most of the sky in. By now, the chill on his face had turned itself inside out; he grew warm, renewed in some vital way. He wanted nothing more than to walk deeper and deeper through these woods and never turn around, never retrace his steps, never go back. If he had to, he could survive out here. He’d exist just like the wild birds and foxes, on a diet of small, hard berries and foraged mushrooms. 

It was often in these moments of complete distraction that discoveries happened. The trees stood back. A secret flagged him down from behind them, kept until today, confessed now in this partial glimpse. “Hey, I think I got somethin’,” he said out loud. He didn’t look to see if Kasey heard or noticed. Eyes fixed on the gap between trunks, Marlowe forced his way through a thicket of mulberries to get to the other side. 

In the clearing, there was a statue of a little girl. One arm outstretched, sunlight on the crown of her head. Her empty eyes grazed the sky. Some kind of moss crawled up her legs, giving her the appearance of wearing knee socks. There was a dog at her feet— a terrier with perked ears. 

“What did you find!” called Kasey, still wrestling her way through the brambles. The sound of snapping twigs and a soft ow! told him she was making slow progress of it.

“Something,” Marlowe replied. Unusual, he added only to himself. “Some kind of statue.”

The pose of the statue, he thought, must’ve been intended to look like the girl had just thrown a stick in a game of fetch, but there was something about the frozen gesture that told a different story. It was an open grasp, fingers straining; he almost turned around to see what she was reaching for.

“Woah.” Kasey exhaled the word in a single breath. She had finally spilled out into the clearing behind him, looking disheveled but no less enthused, tugging one checkered sock up around her ankle. “Who’s that?”

Marlowe was already crouched. He brushed dirt off the foot of the statue but there was no inscription; if there’d ever been one, time had worn it away. Now she was as nameless as the trees around her. Standing up, he slid hands into the front pockets of his jeans and rocked backwards, giving the girl the same look he’d given that piece of rusted sheet metal: eyes slant with a certain sharp curiosity, their color like a jar of dark honey with sunshine in it. “Don’t know. Maybe a memorial or something. Or,” He began to pace around the statue, boots leaving sunken footsteps in the loam. When his phone buzzed in his back pocket, he reached for it absently. “Maybe she got turned to stone by some wicked Baba Yaga ‘round these parts. Her, and her little dog, too.”

It was hard to read anything through the disaster of the cracked screen. His eyes scanned Syd’s incoming messages and when he got to the last two, Marlowe stopped walking. His heart stalled.

SYD: also ?? im at the studio and haven't seen my sculpture anywhere SYD: r u sure you dropped it off?

Of course she had noticed by now; of course she was looking for it.

“Who’re you texting?” Marlowe raised his eyes to find Kasey observing the standstill he’d come to; she was leaning down to give the little stone dog a scratch under his chin. “Syd,” he answered, simultaneously dropping his eyes back to his phone. “She named her cat Martin. I’m expressing my deep, deep disappointment with her lack of imagination.” I did, at the gallery, he texted back. forgot 2 text you but the eagle safely landed. 

The thing about lying was that it came so easily, so naturally, he usually felt no guilt doing it.

“Tell her I say hi!” Losing interest in the statue, Kasey had found a divining rod. She was sweeping it back and forth now with brisk efficiency, like a metal detector. “How ‘bout this? Look, it’s almost perfectly symmetrical,” she asked. 

Message sent, Marlowe let his hand drop back to his side. He used his laugh to distract them both. “Does that thing have a crude oil setting? Fuck making art, let’s start fracking. I’d rather be a Texas millionaire.” Kasey whipped around, face lit by a wide, genuine smile; but as another text from Syd arrived, his own smile barely skimmed the surface of his face, too distracted to really stick. He typed back another answer. 

i'm sure it's just misplaced syd don't sweat

worst comes to worst, we can case the frats and make sure no one stole it to be their new beer pong deity or whtever the fuck those guys do

Like any good liar, he prided himself on being truthful most of the time— which made it that much easier for a lie to slip through, unsuspected. A wolf in honesty’s clothing. No less convincing than everything else he said. And wasn’t it a little bit of a favor, in this case? Better that Syd think some hulking frat brothers had stolen into the art studio under the cover of night and carried off her sculpture for a ritual sacrifice, some dark summoning to help the university through its football championships. Better that than the truth. 

Marlowe glanced over his shoulder in the same direction as the statue’s outstretched fingertips. Clouds worked across the sky, ragged and white, and behind them there was only blue, but now he felt like he could see what wasn’t there; a new, bad darkness, descending fast out of the western sky. Like those sudden thunderstorms in Virginia that rolled over the mountains, pouring like smoke over the lip of a bowl. The knowledge of the storm’s inevitable arrival sank low in his chest: present, but not yet fully understood. 

Even if she asked him in person, he’d deny it. He’d lie again. He’d help her look for a sculpture that he knew was already unsalvageable, dissolving with each cold rain that swept over the campus, turning to paste beneath the soil.

“Hey, c’mere.” Eager for distraction, Marlowe lowered himself down to the base of the statue, where there was deep cold beneath the velvety moss. Obediently, Kasey trudged closer, still holding the forked branch; when he pulled her down, she fell giggling and side-saddle across his lap. She circled his neck with her arms. He wrapped his own loosely around her waist.

“Would you ever hate me if I did something, like, really bad?”

Kasey pulled back to look at him, the wrinkle in her brow implying that she didn’t understand. “Like what?” 

Marlowe shrugged beneath the weight of her arms. “I don’t know, I don’t have an example. But like… bad. Something that really hurt you.”

Thoughtfully, she thumbed the silver hoop in his ear. The light was full on her face— she wore no make-up, and her lips were chapped. She must’ve been chewing them before, because he could see the faint bitemarks. His heart twinged, suddenly protective.

“No,” she said. “I don’t think so.” Her expression went away for a moment. There was a soft vacancy in her eyes that he’d gotten used to in their time together. When she returned, the look she gave him was earnestly sweet. Whatever the imaginary hurt, she was looking at him like she’d already forgiven him for it. “Because I’d know you didn’t mean to.”

Because you wouldn’t mean it, Syd had said close to his ear that one night at Splatterhouse. He did things without thinking. Did them so often, it had become his defining trait. Marlowe knew he escaped accountability because of it; he was one of those people the world tended to forgive too easily, meaning he’d always be protected from himself, sheltered from the consequences of his actions, because there was no real intention to hurt behind them— and that alone absolved him. You couldn’t blame the tornado that destroyed your home, not when it was only doing what tornados did.

Marlowe kissed the stain on her forehead, where the skin was pinkish like a newborn’s. He kissed her between the eyebrows, then lower, just underneath the chin, on the pulse that beat like a hummingbird’s heart. Kasey pulled away to look at him again. Her hands had strayed to the back of his neck, toying with the hair curling up at the nape.

“Ew, Marlowe, in front of a little girl?” Her big eyes lifted up towards the statue. The shadow of that reaching arm fell over them both. 

“It’s spring,” he replied in a what-can-you-do tone, though it was still only the end of winter. It was only March. His eyes met hers, glinting with uncivilized suggestion. There was a faint smile tucked in the corner of his mouth. “And y’know, considering how long she’s been here, she’s ancient. A withered old crone, hundreds of years old. If anything it’s weirder to have a dead dog watching us.”

She frowned. “Why’s the dog dead?”

“Dogs don’t live for hundreds of years.”

She pouted at it. Poor thing. It didn’t seem to occur to her that humans didn’t live for hundreds of years either. Then she leaned back in, meeting him in his daring with another kiss, hands twining into hair, one bare leg swinging over to straddle him. And all around there was the sound of unseen birds, calling to each other from the trees: mimicking, teasing, pleading. A riotous awakening of spring. The next text from Syd would go unread for several hours, left without an answer. The Burger King meal she’d promised him would be forgotten. And the encroaching darkness would also recede, withdrawing to the far-back reaches of his mind— for now, the coming storm was only a dim, gauzey threat on the horizon, rumbling with the promise of distant thunder.

#u can probably tell exactly where my stamina ran out....... not even at the halfway point #anyway. will probably end up editing this later bc im neurotic :/ #the only thing this turned out good for was introducing spacey kasey <3 #radtask002 #self

[locke-writes]

A View of The Unknown

Or rather here is a movie recommendation list made up primarily of underrated, unknown (or oft forgotten), and cult classic films as of: July 28, 2019.

Tagging: @panro-musiclover

1890′s

Boxing Cats (1894)

Boxing Kangaroo (1895)

The Sprinkler Sprinkled (1895)

A Hallucinated Alchemist (1897)

1900 - 1939

Going to Bed Under Difficulties (1900)

Fire! (1901)

The Man With the Rubber Head (1901)

Rip Van Winkle (1903)

The Infernal Cauldron (1903)

Antony & Cleopatra (1908)

Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde (1908)

The Cowboy Millionaire (1909)

Baseball & Bloomers (1911)

The Inferno (1911)

Robin Hood (1912)

At Midnight (1913)

Atlantis (1913)

The House of Darkness (1913)

The Wishing Rings (1914)

The Crazy Clock Maker (1915)

The Prisoner of Zenda (1915)

The Mystery of the Leaping Fish (1916)

The Outlaw and His Wife (1918)

The Ghost of Slumber Mountain (1918)

The Cinema Murder (1919)

Victory (1919)

Satan (1920)

Dracula's Death (1921)

The Fire Eater (1921)

The Four Horseman of the Apocalypse (1921)

A Debt of Honour (1922)

The Grass Orphan (1922)

Håxan (1922)

When Knighthood Was In Flower (1922)

Ashes of Vengeance (1923)

Raskolnikov (1923)

Ballet Mécanique (1924)

The Dark Angel (1925)

Smoldering Fires (1925)

Zander the Great (1925)

Kid Boots (1926)

The Triumph of the Rat (1926)

The Drop Kick (1927)

London After Midnight (1927)

Midnight Taxi (1928)

Sweeney Todd (1928)

The Terror (1928)

The Viking (1928)

A Knight in London (1929)

Bride of the Regiment (1930)

The Girl Said No (1930)

Manslaughter (1930)

The Temporary Widow (1930)

Bought! (1931)

Night Nurse (1931)

The Beast of the City (1932)

Devil and the Deep (1932)

Freaks (1932)

Blood Money (1933)

Design For Living (1933)

The Ghost Camera (1933)

The Vampire Bat (1933)

Viktor und Viktoria (1933)

You Made Me Love You (1933)

The Black Cat (1934)

Death Takes A Holiday (1934)

Little Man, What Now? (1934)

Black Fury (1935)

Crime and Punishment (1935)

Mad Love (1935)

Werewolves in London (1935)

Mr Deeds Goes To Town (1936)

Pennies From Heaven (1936)

The Awful Truth (1937)

La Grande Illusion (1937)

Madame X (1937)

Maid of Salem (1937)

The Prince and the Pauper (1937)

Young and Innocent (1937)

Woman Against Woman (1938)

Each Dawn I Die (1939)

Four Feathers (1939)

In Name Only (1939)

It's A Wonderful World (1939)

The Spy In Black (1939)

1940 - 1969

Arise My Love (1940)

Crimes At The Dark House (1940)

Dead Man's Shoes (1940)

My Favorite Wife (1940)

The Shop Around the Corner (1940)

Man-Made Monster (1941)

Meet John Doe (1941)

One Night in Transylvania (1941)

American Empire (1942)

The Black Sheep of Whitehall (1942)

There Was A Father (1942)

Angels of Sin (1943)

Cabin in the Sky (1943)

Calling Dr Death (1943)

Edge of Darkness (1943)

Heaven Can Wait (1943)

The Leopard Man (1943)

Yellow Canary (1943)

The Children Are Watching Us (1944)

Crime By Night (1944)

It Happened Tomorrow (1944)

Melody of Murder (1944)

The Body Snatcher (1945)

Detour (1945)

The Lost Letter (1945)

A Royal Scandal (1945)

The Beast With Five Fingers (1946)

The Big Sleep (1945)

The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946)

The Razor's Edge (1946)

Gentlemen's Agreement (1947)

Devil in the Flesh (1947)

Kiss of Death (1947)

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (1947)

Bicycle Thieves (1948)

Monkey's Paw (1948)

Noose (1948)

The Red Shoes (1948)

Blue Swords (1949)

The Red Pony (1949)

The Secret Garden (1949)

The Black Rose (1950)

Death Is A Caress (1950)

Destination Moon (1950)

Edge of Doom (1950)

The Flame and the Arrow (1950)

Death of a Salesmen (1951)

The Idiot (1951)

The Thing From Another World (1951)

Your Day Will Come (1951)

The Quiet Man (1952)

The Beggar's Open (1953)

The Blue Gardenia (1953)

By The Light of the Silvery Moon (1953)

Escape By Night (1953)

From Here To Eternity (1953)

House of Wax (1953)

Man on a Tightrope (1953)

Shane (1953)

Tokyo Story (1953)

Robinson Crusoe (1954)

The Caine Mutiny (1954)

Sabrina (1954)

Seven Samurai (1954)

Battle Cry (1955)

Blackboard Jungle (1955)

East of Eden (1955)

Marty (1955)

Giant (1956)

Please Murder Me (1956)

Fear Strikes Out (1957)

Night of the Demon (1957)

The Quiet American (1958)

A Time to Love and a Time to Die (1958)

The Death Ship (1959)

House on Haunted Hill (1959)

Journey to the Centre of the Earth (1959)

The Broken Pots (1960)

Circus of Horrors (1960)

The Dark at the Top of the Stairs (1960)

Exodus (1960)

Eyes Without A Face (1960)

Girl of the Night (1960)

The Human Vapor (1960)

The Little Shop of Horrors (1960)

The Ninth Circle (1960)

Please Don't Eat the Daisies (1960)

Portrait in Black (1960)

Purple Noon (1960)

Testament of Orpheus (1960)

The Time Machine (1960)

The Village of the Damned (1960)

Antigone (1961)

A Bomb Was Stolen (1961)

The Children's Hour (1961)

Homicidal (1961)

The Human Condition (1961)

The Long and the Short and the Tall (1961)

Mothra (1961)

Mysterious Island (1961)

Pocketful of Miracles (1961)

Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (1961)

The Young Savages (1961)

Advise & Consent (1962)

Big and Little Wong Tin Bar (1962)

The Brain That Wouldn't Die (1962)

Carnival of Souls (1962)

Experiment In Terror (1962)

The Exterminating Angel (1962)

Five Miles to Midnight (1962)

Knife in the Water (1962)

Long Days Journey Into Night (1962)

Manchurian Candidate (1962)

Moon Pilot (1962)

The Trial (1962)

A View From The Bridge (1962)

Charade (1963)

Diary of a Madman (1963)

Lilies of the Field (1963)

A Matter of Choice (1963)

Mother of the Bride (1963)

Passenger (1963)

The Raven (1963)

Sunday in New York (1963)

Take Her, She's Mine (1963)

Toys in the Attic (1963)

Walking the Streets of Moscow (1963)

First Men In the Moon (1964)

Of Human Bondage (1964)

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964)

Chronicle of a Boy Alone (1965)

The Collector (1965)

Flight of the Phoenix (1965)

Lord Jim (1965)

Nightmare Castle (1965)

Tattooed Life (1965)

Alfie (1966)

Arabesque (1966)

Chimes at Midnight (1966)

Daisies (1966)

Come Spy With Me (1967)

Far From the Madding Crowd (1967)

The Fastest Guitar Alive (1967)

The Flim-Flam Man (1967)

Oedipus Rex (1967)

Paranoia (1967)

The Trip (1967)

Ulysses (1967)

The Boston Strangler (1968)

Destroy All Monsters (1968)

The Doll (1968)

The Girl on a Motorcycle (1968)

High School (1968)

The Sea Gull (1968)

The Secret Life of an American Wife (1968)

Signs of Life (1968)

What So Bad About Feeling Good? (1968)

The Assassination Bureau (1969)

The Color of Pomegranates (1969)

Don't Drink the Water (1969)

I'm An Elephant, Madame (1969)

If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium (1969)

A Talent For Loving (1969)

What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice? (1969)

1970-1999

Alex In Wonderland (1970)

Catch-22 (1970)

Diary of a Mad Housewife (1970)

Dionysus in '69 (1970)

How Do I Love Thee? (1970)

I Never Sang For My Father (1970)

The Man Who Haunted Himself (1970)

Michael The Brave (1970)

Of Gods and the Undead (1970)

The Phantom Tollbooth (1970)

There's A Girl In My Soup (1970)

The Traveling Executioner (1970)

The Beguiled (1971)

Bless the Beasts and Children (1971)

The Blood on Satan's Claw (1971)

The Devil Has Seven Faces (1971)

Drive, He Said (1971)

Land of Silence and Darkness (1971)

The Panic In Needle Park (1971)

Straw Dogs (1971)

Villain (1971)

Willard (1971)

1776 (1972)

Aguirre, Wrath of God (1972)

The Assassination of Trotsky (1972)

Frogs (1972)

The Scientific Cardplayer (1972)

Solaris (1972)

The Tall Blond Man with One Black Shoe (1972)

They Only Kill Their Masters (1972)

Badlands (1973)

Blue Blood (1973)

Cops and Robbers (1973)

The Day of the Dolphin (1973)

The Long Goodbye (1973)

Love and Pain and the Whole Damn Thing (1973)

Soylent Green (1973)

Westworld (1973)

Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore (1974)

At Home Among Strangers (1974)

The Clockmaker (1974)

Gone in 60 Seconds (1974)

Murder on the Orient Express (1974)

Rhinoceros (1974)

Phantom of the Paradise (1974)

Brother, Can You Spare A Dime (1975)

Chronicle of the Years of Fire (1975)

Cornbread, Earl and Me (1975)

Deep Red (1975)

Graveyard of Honor (1975)

The Land That Time Forgot (1975)

Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975)

Queen of the Stardust Ballroom (1975)

Tommy (1975)

The Bricklayers (1976)

The Devil's Playground (1976)

Jonah Who Will Be 25 in the Year 2000 (1976)

The Killer Inside Me (1976)

The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane (1976)

Logan's Run (1976)

Backroads (1977)

The Prince and the Pauper (1977)

Death of a President (1977)

The Disappearance (1977)

Eraserhead (1977)

New York, New York (1977)

The Other Side of Midnight (1977)

Pete's Dragon (1977)

The Serpent's Egg (1977)

Wizards (1977)

The Big Fix (1978)

Coming Home (1978)

Days of Heaven (1978)

Germany In Autumn (1978)

Midnight Express (1978)

Remember My Name (1978)

Bloodline (1979)

City on Fire (1979)

A Perfect Couple (1979)

Skatetown, USA (1979)

The Dogs of War (1980)

Heaven's Gate (1980)

Rude Boy (1980)

Stalker (1980)

An American Werewolf In London (1981)

Escape From New York (1981)

Fever (1981)

My Bloody Valentine (1981)

Time Bandits (1981)

Tuck Everlasting (1981)

Alone in the Dark (1982)

Android (1982)

Another Way (1982)

The Beastmaster (1982)

The Border (1982)

Butterfly (1982)

Cannery Row (1982)

Creepshow (1982)

Diner (1982)

Fanny and Alexander (1982)

The Flight of Dragons (1982)

Moonlighting (1982)

The Plague Doctors (1982)

The Pokrovsky Gate (1982)

Tex (1982)

The World According To Garp (1982)

Betrayal (1983)

The Big Chill (1983)

Brainstorm (1983)

Christine (1983)

Daniel (1983)

The Dead Zone (1983)

The Dresser (1983)

The Honorary Consul (1983)

The Illusionist (1983)

The King of Comedy (1983)

Rumble Fish (1983)

The Scarlet and the Pipe (1983)

The Survivors (1983)

Trading Places (1983)

The Ice Pirates (1984)

The Killing Fields (1984)

The Last Starfighter (1984)

Repo Man (1984)

Rhinestone (1984)

A Year of Quiet Sun (1984)

Better Off Dead (1985)

The Black Cauldron (1985)

Fletch (1985)

Fright Night (1985)

Mask (1985)

Re-Animator (1985)

A Room With A View (1985)

9 1/2 Weeks (1986)

The Adventures of Milo and Otis (1986)

An American Tale (1986)

Back to School (1986)

Bue Velvet (1986)

Peggy Sue Got Married (1986)

River's Edge (1986)

Seize the Day (1986)

Sid and Nancy (1986)

Terrorizers (1986)

Voyage to Nowhere (1986)

Youngblood (1986)

Batteries Not Included (1987)

Chronicle of a Death Foretold (1987)

Cross My Heart (1987)

Deadline (1987)

The Hidden (1987)

Ishtar (1987)

Less Than Zero (1987)

The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne (1987)

The Lost Boys (1987)

Mannequin (1987)

Maurice (1987)

Number One With A Bullet (1987)

The Pick Up Artist (1987)

Roxanne (1987)

Wings of Desire (1987)

Withnail and I (1987)

The Year My Voice Broke (1987)

Biloxi Blues (1988)

Bright Lights, Big City (1988)

Dead Ringers (1988)

Earth Girls Are Easy (1988)

Johnny Be Good (1988)

The Music Teacher (1988)

Painted Faces (1988)

Permanent Record (1988)

The Prince of Pennsylvania (1988)

Stealing Heaven (1988)

The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1988)

We Think The World Of You (1988)

Working Girl (1988)

Wuthering Heights (1988)

Young Guns (1988)

Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (1989)

Chances Are (1989)

Dead Calm (1989)

Drugstore Cowboy (1989)

I Love, You Love (1989)

Loverboy (1989)

See No Evil, Hear No Evil (1989)

Signs of Life (1989)

UHF (1989)

Vampire's Kiss (1989)

Weekend At Bernies's (1989)

Darkman (1990)

Flatliners (1990)

The Freshman (1990)

Joe Versus The Volcano (1990)

Problem Child (1990)

Quigley Down Under (1990)

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead (1990)

Vincent & Theo (1990)

King Ralph (1991)

My Own Private Idaho (1991)

Raise the Red Lantern (1991)

The Babe (1992)

The Crying Game (1992)

Death Becomes Her (1992)

Encino Man (1992)

Howard's End (1992)

Jámon Jámon (1992)

School Ties (1992)

Toys (1992)

Benny & Joon (1992)

Dave (1992)

Dazed and Confused (1992)

Heart and Souls (1993)

In the Name of the Father (1993)

Malice (1993)

Money For Nothing (1993)

The Night We Never Met (1993)

The Piano (1993)

The Remains of the Day (1993)

Searching For Bobby Fischer (1993)

So I Married An Axe Murderer (1993)

Swing Kids (1993)

The Three Musketeers (1993)

Tombstone (1993)

The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert (1994)

Airheads (1994)

Corrina, Corrina (1994)

Only You (1994)

The Pagemaster (1994)

Quiz Show (1994)

Stargate (1994)

When A Man Loves A Woman (1994)

The Arsonist (1995)

Babe (1995)

The Basketball Diaries (1995)

Before Sunrise (1995)

Demon Knight (1995)

Dolores Claiborne (1995)

Empire Records (1995)

Forgotten Silver (1995)

Four Rooms (1995)

Funny Bones (1995)

Hackers (1995)

Home For The Holidays (1995)

Kids (1995)

Mallrats (1995)

Powder (1995)

The Quick and the Dead (1995)

Sabrina (1995)

Crime that Changed Serbia (1995)

Tommy Boy (1995)

Before and After (1996)

The Birdcage (1996)

Bottle Rocket (1996)

The Crucible (1996)

The Fan (1996)

Fear (1996)

From Dusk till Dawn (1996)

Glory Daze (1996)

Marvin's Room (1996)

Michael (1996)

Mr Holland's Opus (1996)

Multiplicity (1996)

Primal Fear (1996)

Pusher (1996)

Shall We Dance (1996)

Sling Blade (1996)

Somersault in a Coffin (1996)

Swingers (1996)

That Thing You Do! (1996)

Trainspotting (1996)

Amistad (1997)

Anastasia (1997)

Boogie Nights (1997)

The Boxer (1997)

Chasing Amy (1997)

Dante's Peak (1997)

The Fifth Element (1997)

Fools Rush In (1997)

Funny Games (1997)

Gattaca (1997)

Lawn Dogs (1997)

Life is Beautiful (1997)

My Best Friends Wedding (1997)

The Postman (1997)

The Rainmaker (1997)

Romy and Michelle's High School Renion (1997)

Wag the Dog (1997)

American History X (1998)

Antz (1998)

Can't Hardly Wait (1998)

Godzilla (1998)

Great Expectations (1998)

Home Fries (1998)

The Interview (1998)

Meet Joe Black (1998)

Music From Another Room (1998)

A Night At the Roxbury (1998)

Of Freaks and Men (1998)

Overnight Delivery (1998)

Patch Adams (1998)

Phantoms (1998)

Pleasantville (1998)

Quest for Camelot (1998)

Return To Paradise (1998)

Rounders (1998)

Rushmore (1998)

Sliding Doors (1998)

Velvet Goldmine (1998)

What Dreams May Come (1998)

After Stonewall (1999)

All the Little Animals (1999)

The Astronauts Wife (1999)

Being John Malkovich (1999)

Big Daddy (1999)

The Bone Collector (1999)

But I'm A Cheerleader (1999)

The Cider House Rules (1999)

Dogma (1999)

EDtv (1999)

eXistenZ (1999)

Galaxy Quest (1999)

Girl, Interrupted (1999)

The Iron Giant (1999)

Monkeybone (1999)

Mystery, Alaska (1999)

Mystery Men (1999)

Never Been Kissed (1999)

Notting Hill (1999)

Office Space (1999)

Snow Falling On Cedars (1999)

Summer of Sam (1999)

2000-Now

28 Days (2000)

Almost Famous (2000)

Bedazzled (2000)

Best in Show (2000)

Billy Elliot (2000)

Dracula 2000 (2000)

Gone in 60 Seconds (2000)

High Fidelity (2000)

Keeping the Faith (2000)

Shadow of the Vampire (2000)

Spring Forward (2000)

Unbreakable (2000)

Bubble Boy (2001)

Disco Pigs (2001)

Donnie Darko (2001)

Ghost World (2001)

Josie and the Pussycats (2001)

Kate & Leopold (2001)

The Others (2001)

Rock Star (2001)

Saving Silverman (2001)

Swordfish (2001)

The Musketeer (2001)

City of God (2002)

Equilibrium (2002)

The Pianist (2002)

Possession (2002)

Punch-Drunk Love (2002)

The Quiet American (2002)

All the Real Girls (2003)

Danny Deckchair (2003)

Gothika (2003)

Green Butchers (2003)

A Guy Thing (2003)

The Room (2003)

School of Rock (2003)

Shattered Glass (2003)

The Station Agent (2003)

Timeline (2003)

Win A Date With Tad Hamilton (2004)

Hidalgo (2004)

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

The Girl Next Door (2004)

13 Going on 30 (2004)

Garden State (2004)

The Village (2004)

Layer Cake (2004)

Raise Your Voice (2004)

Closer (2004)

The Wedding Date (2005)

The Island (2005)

Red Eye (2005)

Just Like Heaven (2005)

Shopgirl (2005)

Pride & Prejudice (2005)

Aeon Flux (2005)

Grandma's Boy (2006)

Aquamarine (2006)

Failure to Launch (2006)

She's the Man (2006)

Thank You For Smoking (2006)

V For Vendetta (2006)

Slither (2006)

Just My Luck (2006)

The Omen (2006)

Little Man (2006)

My Super Ex-Girlfriend (2006)

Little Miss Sunshine (2006)

The Illusionist (2006)

Employee of the Month (2006)

The Prestige (2006)

Let's Go To Prison (2006)

The Fall (2006)

Disturbia (2007)

Hannibal Rising (2007)

Waitress (2007)

Bug (2007)

Eagle vs Shark (2007)

No Reservations (2007)

The Brothers Solomon (2007)

Sydney White (2007)

Lars and the Real Girl (2007)

The Martian Child (2007)

Margot at the Wedding (2007)

August Rush (2007)

In Bruges (2008)

Definitely, Maybe (2008)

Be Kind Rewind (2008)

Charlie Bartlett (2008)

Paranoid Park (2008)

Funny Games (2008)

21 (2008)

My Blueberry Nights (2008)

The Foot Fist Way (2008)

The Midnight Meat Train (2008)

The Rocker (2008)

The House Bunny (2008)

Ghost Town (2008)

My Best Friend's Girl (2008)

RocknRolla (2008)

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Fanboys (2009)

Incendiary (2009)

Fired Up! (2009)

Ghost of Girlfriends Past (2009)

The Brothers Bloom (2009)

The Ugly Truth (2009)

Adam (2009)

Big Fan (2009)

Gamer (2009)

Splice (2009)

Bronson (2009)

Law Abiding Citizen (2009)

The Road (2009)

A Single Man (2009)

The Collector (2009)

Fish Tank (2009)

Legion (2010)

Repo Men (2010)

The Losers (2010)

The Trotsky (2010)

Cyrus (2010)

The Kids Are All Right (2010)

Salt (2010)

Never Let Me Go (2010)

Easy A (2010)

I Love You Philip Morris (2010)

Blue Valentine (2010)

Take Shelter (2011)

Sanctum (2011)

Paul (2011)

Limitless (2011)

Jane Eyre (2011)

Source Code (2011)

Dylan Dog: Dead of Night (2011)

Hanna (2011)

We Need to Talk About Kevin (2011)

Priest (2011)

Super 8 (2011)

Fright Night (2011)

The Ides of March (2011)

Anonymous (2011)

Warrior (2011)

Dream House (2011)

In Time (2011)

Young Adult (2011)

Premium Rush (2012)

Would You Rather (2012)

Chronicle (2012)

This Means War (2012)

Wanderlust (2012)

A Royal Affair (2012)

The Five-Year Engagement (2012)

Moonrise Kingdom (2012)

Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (2012)

Lawless (2012)

For A Good Time, Call (2012)

The Words (2012)

Looper (2012)

Seven Psychopaths (2012)

Side Effects (2013)

Jack the Giant Slayer (2013)

Stoker (2013)

Mud (2013)

Byzantium (2013)

The Kings of Summer (2013)

Bad Words (2013)

The Way, Way Back (2013)

Prisoners (2013)

Frank (2014)

Chef (2014)

Rosewater (2014)

The Equalizer (2014)

The Drop (2014)

This Is Where I Leave You (2014)

A Walk Among the Tombstones (2014)

Dracula Untold (2014)

Me and Earl And the Dying Girl (2015)

Chappie (2015)

Hello, My Name Is Doris (2015)

The Gift (2015)

The End of the Tour (2015)

Burnt (2015)

Mr Right (2016)

Jane Got A Gun (2016)

Midnight Special (2016)

Everybody Want Some! (2016)

Green Room (2016)

Money Monster (2016)

The Fundamentals of Caring (2016)

Anthropoid (2016)

Loving (2016)

Frank & Lola (2016)

Paterson (2016)

Sleight (2017)

Table 19 (2017)

Dean (2017)

Brigsby Bear (2017)

You Were Never Really Here (2018)

First Reformed (2018)

Don't Worry, He Won't Get Far On Foot (2018)

Blindspotting (2018)

Juliet, Naked (2018)

Hunter Killer (2018)

#movie recommendations #movie recs

[fidelityjobs]

The Beauty of the Sidestep: My Story of Reinvention

Written by Jessica, a Communications Consultant on behalf of her involvement in Fidelity’s Women's Networking Group.  

Sidestepping is a little like two-stepping, only you’re not required to wear cowboy boots, and you don’t have to have rhythm. You just need a little grace, an open mind, and a willing heart. I know a little bit about the art of sidestepping because a year-and-a-half ago, I followed a gnawing urge inside me to try something different. I had spent nearly twenty years at Fidelity and enjoyed the challenge of my role in the Workplace Investing Communications group, but I had long wondered what it would be like to be more actively involved in the day-to-day lives of my two young sons, Henry and Miles. As a long-time yoga practitioner who believes in its holistic benefits, I also felt a calling to become a yoga teacher. It would serve as a healthy complement to my full-time mom schedule. So, seemingly on a wish and a prayer, I bid farewell to my Fidelity family and slowly settled in to my new version of family, or MyFamily 2.0. What I later (grudgingly) realized is that my mother was right yet again. When referring to a product labeled “new and improved”, my mother likes to say, “What was the original version? Old and rotten?” No, Mom, but sometimes you need to try out a shiny new version in order to appreciate the beauty of the old one. 

I had many plans for the newfound time with my boys. I would become a master cook, churning out healthy, balanced meals for them to feast on. (Turns out fancy green bean casseroles don’t go over any better than the plain steamed kind.) I would fulfill my wildest Pinterest dreams and become a craft queen! The PTA wouldn’t know what hit them. I planned to be Volunteer of the Year material – Mondays, I would help out in the Library, Tuesdays would be Copy Room day, etc. On the side, I would help decorate for PTA-sponsored school events, utilizing my developing craft skills. (Library day was solid and Copy Room started off strong before I accidentally jammed the laminating machine under the disapproving eye of a 2nd grade “helper”). 

There were also significant victories. On the yoga front, I completed my certification within months and enjoyed teaching several classes a week, despite some longer-than-ideal commutes. I made deeper connections with friends I had lost touch with and had the luxury of cultivating new friendships. Copy room challenges aside, volunteering at school and in the community brought deep satisfaction. But I experienced true fulfillment in the smaller blessings. Laughing fits with my boys became more frequent and more sustained, listening to them talk about their day as I walked them home from school was a joy and a pleasure, and when my childhood home in South Texas flooded this past summer, I didn’t hesitate to fly down and spend as long as needed to help my mom get things in order. 

As the dog days of my second “2.0” summer wound down, I found myself at a crossroads. Over the previous year-and-a-half, I had learned a lot about myself and my family, and I had made some wonderful memories that I would always cherish. But I also missed the intellectual challenge and pace of the corporate environment. After much soul-searching, I decided that my time and talent would be more fittingly spent walking that tightrope all working mothers tread in our pursuit of balance between career and home life. 

This fall, I returned to my job at Fidelity, the company I had grown with over so many years. I brought back with me a new perspective on what brings me joy in both work and life, a greater appreciation for the dedication and patience of stay-at-home parents, and a willingness to approach things differently in my job, even if it means failing sometimes. In taking a step to the side, I was ultimately able to move forward, knowing that even if I never master the straight stitch, I just may be a “new and improved” version of the original.

#FidelityAssociate #FidelityTX #fidelityjobs #financial services #career break #work #working mom #finance #fidelity #fidelity investments

[dying-tragedy-blog]

Modern au six of crows

Just some hcs about the dregs gang in modern times I guess

Kaz Brekker -black coffee -lock pick -honestly like the rest of them will Come in and he’ll already be inside -I’ve been waiting for you -magician -pick pockets his “allies” all the time -gloves? Yes -has a slight fear of touch -it used to be really bad but he’s Overcoming it -cane? Yes -he fell out of a tree when he was little and broke his leg so he uses his cane -plus It’s fun to hit people with - has the dregs tattoo because he loves crows and he’s an extra little shit who’s an edgelord -he’s in fights like all the time -they don’t call him dirtyhands for Nothing -so smart -has social media but only posts cryptic aesthetic shots or out of context remarks -uses his talent for evil mostly -his teachers still love him tho???? -very fascinated in psychology -and business - b o o k s -mostly crime but he’s such a closet Nerd. -you can pry Harry Potter from his Cold dead hands -hacker -loves the stars -and the moon -and Inej -has to put up with the constant -points to random crow -kaz it’s u -actually the originator of #getbrekked -will never admit it -all started when Jesper pranked him -covered every inch of his room with post stick notes. It blew up on YouTube -well the is kaz Fucking brekker -was he going to stand for that -no. -so he sets up his own YouTube account -films his first video -his revenge -he tinfoils all of jespers room. Even the socks. -the video blows up he gets tons of subscribers and his revenge -but most important from this one comment. From one account that has never been active since the tag -#getbrekked -was born. Inej Ghafa -ultimate secret keeper -knows everything tbh -the one who can just turn up out of nowhere?? -where did you come from -this place called outside -instagram queen -it’s usually loads of aesthetic shots and sunrises but every now and again there’ll be a video of her shouting parkour and chasing after a squirrel -loves to dance -jackets -hats -earrings -the best at hide and seek -only uses Snapchat for blackmail -Kaz?? Sleeping??? S n a p -keeps a photo book you can fite me on this -poems -cats -her parents took her to the circus when she was little and she fell in love with the tightrope and the acrobats -so she became great at it -really good -sometimes she does it to scare kaz -he pretends it doesn’t work but sometimes he’s so freaked out Like how are you bending your body like that??? Wtf???? -doesn’t swear -the original fricketyfrack -interested in culture history language and photography -aspiring poet -social justice - plans to start a movement when she’s old enough -tea over coffee -marshmallows

Nina Zenik -one word: queen - her and Matthias are everyone’s otp - social justice in high heels - every social media - YouTube? You bet ya - fashion hauls make up tutorials and The ever growing list of videos Featuring Matthias - likes indie music would die for Ed Sheeran - really interested in languages and fashion - she wants amazing designs to stay the same in plus sized clothes -high heels - cannot cook - at all - blew up a microwave trying to Warm up leftovers - hot chocolate and blankets - binge watching tv -somehow knows everyone??? - hey Nina - hey zoya - who’s she - oh just somebody - smart but will never revise - why revise when I can eat - grades Nina - waffles matty - red - once tried to start a band - can speak three languages Jesper Fahey - ADHD? I’m gonna say ADHD - danced but doesn’t do it seriously - mostly does it to embarrass Wylan - Jesper please - what? My hips don’t like wy - listens to shakira - huge gamer - debates - politics - he’s smart but he never tries. Prefers to argue about homework then do it - finger guns - with sound affects - 80s music - and you better believe that he once entered the classroom singing all star - constantly flirting with Wylan - freakishly good aim - hey kaz, do you bet I can throw this pencil in ninas bun from here - do it - worst and best taste in fashion simultaneously - one day it’s great. Shorts and t shirts, hats and then the next it’s lime green checkered pants. - red cowboy boots - farmer sayings - loves it when Kaz gets them - p r a n k s t e r - youtube Chanel is literally just pranks but he has so many subscribers - always puts things on the highest shelf Wylan van Eck - Wylan van sunshine or Wylan van rekt there’s no In between. - usually quite sweet and innocent but every one Knows he’s anything but. Eveynow and again these comments just slip out like - yeah that’s not the only thing Kaz wishes he could be doing - r u n - was bullied pretty bad for his dyslexia but now he just doesn’t really care??? - I’ll just draw my bullied drowning - a r t I s t - his art teacher adores him - only has tumblr to post his art work - really big on tumblr - dog person - massive nerd - superheroes?? Sign me up - amazing at chemistry and maths - puns - so many puns - you think you can beat me at mariokart? I was a lonely kid with no friends and too much free time. You will never beat me at Mario kart - fuck - watch your fucking language Wylan - sweaters - always covered in ink??? Kuwei yul bo - the odd one - he’s always there but he’s always not - the child of the group - he’s basically the weird thought you have at 4 am - not innocent - not at all - he kinda just sits back and observes - but that means he knows everything - he and Inej share so many looks - he’s a nerd in every imaginable level - him and Wylan fight over things all the time but they’re bros - has memorised the entire periodic table song - somehow has kissed more people than both Nina and Jesper - it’s 3 am and there’s a murmuring voice in the darkness - this is the periodic table nobl- - shut u p - chemistry and physics - can actually cook - rly close to matty and Nina - that one kid who purposely makes things explode - fire? FIRE - rlly bad at comebacks sometimes he just walks away

Matthias helvar - sports fan - all sports - doesn’t actually play them that much? He mostly just hits the gym - long hair - very philosophical - the mum friend - when I’m the voice of reason you know something’s wrong - can cook really well - always baking for Nina - gives the best piggybacks - everything looks so high from up here - Wylan loves it - tattoos - so many deep meaningful - he can’t go a day without saying they’re all horrible - he’s always searching for the truth - can tolerate really cold temperatures - plants - the sea - stands up for what he thinks is right - is actually how he met the crows - he was beating up some kids who were mocking someone with dyslexia - so he bears them up and when he rounds the corner guess who’s there - Kaz Fucking brekker - and so the induction starts

#six of crows #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #modern au #kuwei yul bo #Matthias helvar

[i-am-a-stupid-robot]

My life is a golf course and I am the ball. The club? The almighty hand of God.

#and hoo boy lemme tell you #this is not putt-putt #a tightrope walk in cowboy boots #lizard tales #i am going places i was not prepared for #*whistling effect as ball disappears across the lawn* #thankfully He knows what He's doing

[helpinghandsrpc]

Kesha - Rainbow [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ] [ Concise ]

*Warning for swearing and mildly nsfw themes*

Boots

“I have boys in every country code...” “Just a rollin' stoner on a roll.” “I'd bring the cowgirl out and cock them guns.” “Always leave before the cowboy comes.” “When I met you Saturday night, I tried to run away.” “I woke up fucked up, with you right next to me.” “Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me.” “I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues.” “Everything stops when I'm with you...” “I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots.” “Never thought about that wifey life; wedding bells just made me wanna die.” “When you grab me and you spin me 'round, you really screw my head up upside-down.” “If you can't handle these claws, you don't get this kitty.” “Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride.”

Old Flames (Can't Hold A Candle To You)

“I saw an old friend, someone who I used to take comfort from long before I met you.” “I caught a spark in his eyes of forgotten desire.” “With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire...” “Old flames can't hold a candle to you.” “No one can light up the night like you do.” “Flickering embers of love, I've known one or two, but old flames can't hold a candle to you...”  “Sometimes at night, I think of old lovers I've known, and I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone. Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn...”

Godzilla

“What do you get when you take Godzilla to the mall?” “He scares all the children and shreds all the pillows and knocks over walls!” “What do you get when you take Godzilla to meet your mom?” “I try to explain that he's mostly tame- as long as there's pizza and video games...” “While everyone else is running and screaming, I just love being with you.” “I guess they don't see all the things that I'm seein' that make you so uniquely you.”  “What do you get when you meet Godzilla and fall in love?”

Spaceship

“I always said when I'm gone, when I'm dead, don't lay me down with the dirt on my head.” “You won't need a shovel, you don't need a cold headstone, you don't need to cry- I'm gonna be going home.” “I'm waiting for my spaceship to come back to me.” “I been living in a lonesome galaxy, but in my dreams, I see them come and rescue me.” “Look up in the sky and there they'll be.” “I bet you'll think of me then.” “I knew from the start I don't belong in these parts.” “There's too much hate, there's too much hurt for this heart...”  “Lord knows this planet feels like a hopeless place- thank God I'm going back home to outer space.”

Emotional *

“God, I'm only human, trying to face it all...” “I don't want to get emotional.” “I started losing my mind.” “I ended up in rehab...” “I don't want to cry.” “People can be so mean, and I don't understand why.” “When they say I can't sing, I just want to die.” “Trying to keep my shit together.” “When will this get any better?” “I'm trying so hard not to break down.” “Walking on a tightrope, trying not to fall...” “I didn't mean to do this.” “Got everything I ever thought I wanted, now I can't get out.” “I saw the love of my life leave me for his new wife...” “Stab me right in the heart with a fucking knife.” “I'm driving back home through the canyon.” “There's only so much that I can't handle.” “Nobody knows it, I've never shown it.” “I'm supposed to be the girl that never does this.” “I'm supposed to be some party girl that stands for nothing.” “I'm about to lose it.”

#kesha lyric rp meme #kesha lyrics #rp meme #rp sentence starters

[katievbr]

Sendb00ks May 19 Maggie Nelson

Maggie Nelson is not from Mexico. In fact, the book is set in California and considers a section of Nelson's life in which she is pregnant with her first child through IVF and her partner, Harry Dodge is fluidly gendered and undergoing transitional surgery. While navigating this space with immense sensitivity, wit and grace it is striking how many universal themes are ruminated over in such a relatively short book. We are at confronted with themes of life and death, the nuclear family, the role of the mother, the definition of what constitutes a family and the politics of queerness herein. She explores her sexuality as an identity and her femininity as a weapon and an acquired, learned state. It is here that we have found an affinity with Mexico in Nelsons writing. Gender norms are being challenged globally more than ever and here in Mexico there is extremely progressive legislation concerning the rights and protection of its LGBT community. Mexico City is considered a safe hub for LGBT based travel, nightlife and safety but there are wider issues concerning gender outside of the largely westernized city center that contend with this. Mexico is notorious for its machismo state of mind, with 9 out of 10 women here experiencing sexually aggravated crimes and six women dying from femicide (the intentional killing of women) every day. As we continue travelling around Mexico the separation between male and female spheres is stark, with gender norms being clearly defined and exercised extremely traditionally. Nelson offers up an intellectual and profoundly personal study of many of the issues surrounding entrenched gender stereotypes and addresses them in a way that is incredibly moving, erotic, extremely funny and at times revelatory.

Another huge fan of Maggie Nelson is this month’s artist, Ana whose work appears caught on the cusp between the macho and the queer, playing with the relationships between the individual and their cultural and personal identities. Her family has long had its roots in Mexican cinema and her grandfather was a famous Mexican direction from the mid-20th century. Her works appears to honor Mexican culture while challenging its stereotypes at the same time; a fine tightrope walked with mastery through nuanced implications and interrogations that peek out through her work in the form of candy colored paint and literary pointers. Her representations of masculinity directly antagonize the macho image of the Mexican man, many of them caught in carnal repose with a male lover, some of them erotically offered up to faceless frames full of hands. Some of them are even reading Chris Kraus and openly kissing in the blazing sun. Her erotic depictions are exciting and fun yet seem strangely surprising to look at. Perhaps it is the omnipresence of the machismo culture that punctuates the work. We can see cowboy boots and suede fringed jackets on many of her subjects and the tough thick denim and the bristly mustaches are hard to ignore. The backdrops root the paintings in Mexican pastiche, full of Agave and Cacti, only half covered by the beaten-up Chevrolet. The juxtaposition of the ultra-macho with the ultra queer is challenging and makes us wonder how easily these two identities really co-exist in Mexico today.

Ana was reading The Art Of Cruelty by Maggie Nelson when we met and I knew from that moment that The Argonauts was the perfect book to send to you all this month alongside her work. In the book itself Nelson refers repeatedly to The Argonaut as a ship (a biblical reference concerning band Jason in quest of the Golden Fleece) that has all of its parts replaced but retains it’s original name. It seemed almost symbolic that we had traveled all this way to be met with the same book on our travels in a new light, from a new source. Nelson offers us a chance to look harder at constructs that we are familiar and challenge what they really mean. Furthermore, how we can use our newly found understanding to exercise positive change in the world. Traversing the complicated terrain of gender in the modern world is an issue that is both a personal and political issue for many of us. Nelsons interrogation into the subject and Ana’s provocative paintings help us understand it all with a little more rigor and empathy than before. It takes normal people with extraordinary ideas to change whole countries and our artists this month show how we can take social constructs that already exist and re-purpose them for a better future, an Argonaut of sorts.

[i-am-a-stupid-robot]

"A Safe Place to Land" by Sara Bareilles being my top song this year really could not be more appropriate.

#lizard tales #scrapbook #spotify wrapped 2023 #a tightrope walk in cowboy boots