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billconrad · 10 months

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We’re Friends. Right?

YouTube videos have become a large part of our entertainment. Because there are so many options, viewers can choose specific content that addresses their entertainment needs. This choice might include tabby cats, Southern cooking, Korean fashion, sewing machine upgrades, landscape painting, or the best methods of growing carrots.

If you were to look at my subscribed channels, you would learn that I follow the Ukraine war, repair things, watch ‘80’s music videos, and like old computers. This selection should not surprise those who know me, and I am sure the readers of this sentence also have their YouTube interests.

One of my favorite content creators (I hate the word influencers) is Marty T:

He repairs tractors and does other minor projects. Side note: I do not know why I enjoy tractor repair videos. My lawn is so tiny that a single tractor would cover everything. Back to the good stuff. I enjoy watching Marty’s content. I even emailed him a few times with questions. He was nice enough to email me back. Very cool. Most content creators try to be neutral, but eventually, their beliefs become apparent. Occasionally, Marty talks about his family, politics, friends, and life experiences. Over time, I came to understand the real person. So, even though the video knowledge transfer goes one way, this inside knowledge makes us friends. Right? No, that is not the case at all. Why? Because Marty never invited me into his life. Well, this is not a recent problem. People often imagine they are friends with their favorite celebrity, which has happened since the word celebrity got invented. However, being on YouTube is different. On the professional film set, directors, assistants, and other crew are there to craft the final product, but Marty only has a video camera and himself. As a result, the creative process and produced video are vastly different. For example, the lead character in a film would have a set kitchen while Marty uses his private house. So, viewers get to see Marty’s actual kitchen. And this is my point. “Since he is showing me his kitchen, he is letting me into his life. Yay, we’re friends.” I admit that while watching, I imagine myself next to Marty, helping him fix a tractor. While this warm feeling is a fantasy, it has become a problem for content creators. Many viewers have fallen under the YouTube spell and believe they truly are friends. They share in victories and painful failures. On a creepy side, I have read comments that get way too personal. Like commenting on Marty’s children. Not cool. Does this mean that Marty has stalkers or cyber-stalkers? Yes, but this is the reality of being a YouTube creator and something they must accept. Well, what about me? My books have not become widespread yet, but they contain my beliefs, values, and personal details. Like Marty, I try to remain neutral and not show too much of my personal life, but I have not fully succeeded. Why? I like being open. “The strangest thing happened today…” Is this bad? After all, many content creators, authors, and celebrities aim to get anonymous people to consider them friends. “This is how you get followers and make money.” Good for them, but not good for me or my YouTube pal Marty. Did I call him a pal? Oops. Like Marty, I knew the path I was taking before I published. Have there been issues? I receive a modest amount of spam directed at me because I am an author, but that has been my only problem. What about the future? I am trying to become more popular, and this will lead to uncomfortable encounters. “Hey, Bill. You have a daughter. Is she single?” Ultra creepy!!! What do I do? I need to do a better job censoring my work. However, I have been planting celebrity seeds, and somebody will eventually consider themselves my friend. What if this “friend” reaches out to me or rings my doorbell? Honestly, that concept is frightening, and I do not have a plan for that day. You’re the best -Bill June 28, 2023 Hey book lovers, I published four. Please check them out: Interviewing Immortality. A dramatic first-person psychological thriller that weaves a tale of intrigue, suspense, and self-confrontation. Pushed to the Edge of Survival. A drama, romance, and science fiction story about two unlikely people surviving a shipwreck and living with the consequences. Cable Ties. A slow-burn political thriller that reflects the realities of modern intelligence, law enforcement, department cooperation, and international politics. Saving Immortality. Continuing in the first-person psychological thriller genre, James Kimble searches for his former captor to answer his life’s questions. These books are available in soft-cover on Amazon and eBook format everywhere.

#writing #celebrity interviews #celebrity #author #fame #stalker

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charming-mage · 4 years

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Opposite Day: Contrary Fairy Gives DuPont High Their Worst Nightmare (Part 1)

Hello everyone! Here’s my take on my prompt, Opposite Day (Or DuPont’s Worst Nightmare). Does anyone even remember I said I would take on this prompt? It’s been such a long time. Ha ha ha. If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know.

If anyone takes on this prompt too, the Akuma or any details in this fic doesn’t have to be the same. Go with your vision as you see fit. I don’t mind.

A student at Dupont is Akumatized into Contrary Fairy. She has the power to turn people into their “Opposite” self by taking a victim’s major personality traits and switches them with an antonym of it.

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Chapter 1: This is just the beginning

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Mrs. Bustier’s class awaits in eager anticipation for the arrival of Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The only people who haven’t arrived yet is Adrien, Marinette, and Lila. Today is Alya’s birthday and her first friend at Dupont is bringing her a special birthday cake. Even though they’ve had some disagreements about Lila, Marinette is still bringing her a gift. It’s a rough patch, but she knows they’ll get past this bump in the road. Alya privately admits to herself that Marinette gets a bit high strung about Adrien sometimes. In the end, Marinette will get along with Lila like she does with Kagami.

“Where’s Lila? She’s usually here by now. She promised to tell me about her charity work in Nigeria,” said a concerned Mylene. “Did she have an emergency trip again?”

Alya assures Mylene. “Lila is just running late. She promised to be here today.”

Just as she was mentioned, Lila walks with a nervous look on her face. It quickly changes to a happy smile when she spots Ayla. “Happy Birthday Alya!” Lila quickly jumps Ayla and gives her a strong hug.

“Whoa. You’re really energetic today.” Ayla returns the hug.

“I’m so happy to celebrate with my best friend.”

When Alix grumbles out loud about tricky math problems, Lila excuses herself to go help her.

Ten minutes later, Marinette walks in with the cake along side.....is that Adrien? Alya thinks the blonde boy in ripped black jeans, black jacket, and a devil horns headband. The classes’ sunshine has become the sunset.

“Good morning Marinette.” Marinette, strangely, ignores her.

Nino asks, shocked, “Dude, you’re finally rebelling against your father?”

“The old man can’t tell me what to do. By the time I’m done today, he won’t stand to have any black in his designs. Not even the buttons.”

“Adrien, count me in.”

Nino grabbed Adrien and they seated themselves in the back of the classroom for a private conversation.

Ayla turns her attention to Marinette, who’s been very chilly to her. Very unlike her. Usually they’d say their good mornings and jump right into gossiping. She has a very bad feeling about this.

Marinette drops the delicious looking cake into the trashcan next to Mrs. Bustier’s Desk. “Oops,” says a unremorseful Marinette.

Gasps echo in the classroom. Rose asks,” M-Marinette....why would you do that?”

What Marinette says next nearly gives her a heart attack.

“You owe me 500 euros. When you sprung on me to babysit your sisters, they broke my new sewing machine. You’re lucky they didn’t destroy anything else or you would be talking to my celebrity clients’ lawyers.”

“I’m so sorry! I’ll pay you back, I swear. I’ll tell my sisters to be more responsible too.” Ayla is shocked Marinette didn’t say anything yesterday when she came to pick up the twins. It’s become a routine for them. If Alya wants to do anything last minute, she’ll drop off the twins with Marinette. Later, the kids will be picked up and the money dropped off. Marinette is owed a favor as well.

Alya has to tell her parents what happened. She doesn’t have enough money to pay Marinette. The money saved from side jobs is not enough to cover it in full. Her and the twins were all going to be in trouble, but it’ll be worth it to make it right for Marinette. No more last minute babysitting either. Heck, on top of the babysitting money, she’ll do more favors for Marinette in exchange for scheduled babysitting if her bestie is up for it in the future.

“Good. I expect the money in my hands soon.” Marinette takes her usual seat next to Ayla. It’s kinda awkward since Marinette refuses to speak to her.

The birthday celebration mood is gone. The class is filled with quiet whispers as no one dared to raise their voice too loud. Marinette’s look of displeasure when Rose once made the mistake to happily squeal a bit too high pitched scares the rest of the class to behave.

It gets worse once Mrs. Bustier comes to start the class session. The teacher announces her presence with an angry door slam. The rest of the time is stressful as everyone did their best to avoid drawing Mrs. Bustier’s ire. Once class ended, everyone left in a hurry.

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Alya thought the worst was over. She was wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong. This is just the beginning.

The morning classes’ teachers suddenly became strict. Their usual passiveness replaced with a no nonsense attitude. When brave students asked why the sudden strictness, most of the teachers said something along the lines of orders from up top. Rumors circulated there’s going to a school inspection soon.

Strict teachers like Ms. Mendeleiev are their usual selves. The classes where they sit together is painful. Marinette barely talks to her. And when she does, it’s in a passive aggressive manner.

Alya is relived when lunch is finally here. She didn’t think she would have made it until lunch without Lila. Her kind friend did her best to cheer her up. Very helpful with group assignments, ran damage control when Alya messed up a few times in a presentation, and gave her useful tips in physics. This kindness must be what others experienced in Lila’s adventures around the world. No wonder her friend has so many famous friends.

Lila was so kind to carry Alya’s lunch to their table. Her girl even paid for her lunch. Her friend insisted it’s the least she could do to repay Ayla for doing the same.

Alya slumps in her seat. Lila is taken by an excited Mylene to her table. “Hey guys, had a rough day too?”

Groans abound at their table.

Nino sighs. “Did you guys hear? There might be an inspection soon and the teachers want everything in order before they get here.”

Alix rolls her eyes. “Yeah, time to cover up the things that’ll make them look bad.”

Kim pouts. “My history teacher told me to quit my dares. I can do them again on Friday.”

“That’s three days from now,” Juleka says slowly.

They chat a bit. Not much excitement besides Mylene getting upset about something and Lila consoling her.

Aurore and Mireille unexpectedly come to their table. Aurore places a hand on Alya’s shoulder. The weather girl says with concern, “I know you can’t talk about it, but we just wanted to let you know we both support you.”

Alya looks at them confused. “What are you talking about?”

Mireille pipes up. “Your message on the Ladybug.”

Ayla thinks back to her recent posts. Nothing comes to mind that’ll warrant the concern they’re showing. The latest post is just LadyNoir shipping. The post before that talks about the damage her camera received from dropping it. No way the weather girls would approach her over such a trivial matter.

“Oh dear, you don’t know what were talking about?” Mireille looks concerned. “Alya, you need to check the Ladyblog.”

Ayla quickly digs through her bag. She’s unable to find her phone. “I can’t find my phone.”

Aurore hands over her phone. “Here, I already have it open.”

Alya gets the second heart attack today.

Dear Ladyblog fans,

I’m sad to say due to legal issues I’m taking down the blog soon. Certain posts contained false information. I’ve already deleted the mentioned posts. I didn’t do my due diligance in fact checking. I should’ve provided sources. For that, I’m so sorry.

- Ladyblogger out (for the final time)

Alya mind-numbingly taps the Ladyblog’s home page. It refreshes to a ‘sorry the website you’re looking for is deleted’ page.

Nino peaks over her shoulder. “Oh god, Alya......” Their reactions gets everyone else huddled over the phone. Gasps ring out.

“Guys, I didn’t write that message. Or take down the Ladyblog.”

Nathaniel asks, “Then who did?”

Doesn’t take Ayla long to figure it out. “Whoever stole my phone did.” Her phone was already logged into the Ladyblog’s admin page. She puts her heartbreak on hold to solve the mystery. “I need to do some investigating.”

“We’ll help you,” says Aurore. Mireille nods with a look of determination.”

“Me too!”

“Don’t worry! We’ll get justice.”

“I’m with you Alya.”

Alya tears up a bit, touched. “Thanks everyone.”

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They’ve spent half of lunch interviewing students. They have a lead. One girl in Ayla’s last class before lunch said she saw Marinette borrow the mentioned phone. Although the girl didn’t see if Marinette put it back. After some more asking around, Marinette was last seen in the student council room.

“-and that concludes our council of evil meeting.”

Marinette’s face forms a grimace when she catches sight of them. “What are you doing here?”

Alya is taken aback. “Girl, I know it was super expensive, but I think you’re taking it too far.”

The student council members snicker.

“Oh my god, are these the gullible morons?” This comment opens the floodgate.

“I’m best friends with the tooth fairy. I can tell you all about on your tabloi-I mean credible blog.”

“I’m secretly Rena Rouge. Want an Autograph?”

“I can hook you up with Stan Lee. Even though he’s dead.”

“I’m the president of the United States. I’m doing this council stuff for fun.”

“I’m Adrien’s secret girlfriend. So secret even he doesn’t know.”

“HEY! I’m just here to ask Marinette something.” Alya looks right at Marinette’s blank face. “You’re the last person seen with my phone. Did you see anyone suspicious near it when you were done with it?”

The student council erupts into laughter. Once Marinette stops laughing she answers, “Oh my, you didn’t figure it out yet? I deleted your blog.”

“W-What?” The revelation startles Alya. The everyday Ladybug never made it to the suspect list. Not even the top ten.

Alya mind is well rested now. The pieces are coming together. This morning’s strangeness, Marinette’s hostility increasing throughout the day, and the teachers sudden 180.

“An Akuma got you. All of you.” The Marinette she knows would never be so cruel.

Marinette raises an eyebrow. “No, I just stopped keeping in what’s bothering me. Besides, I didn’t see an Akuma today.” Various student council members pipe in the same. No one else saw an Akuma.

“So either an Akuma snipped all of you or none of you remember.”

“Look tabloid reporter, I would have noticed if Hawkmoth’s latest fashion disaster was here.” Marinette waves them away. “Shoo pests, unlike some people, we have a lot of work to get done. The school dance won’t magically appear itself.”

“Don’t worry Mari, I’ll get help. You’ll be back to normal soon.”

“Come on guys, we need to let the teachers know an Akuma is here.”

“Let’s try Ms. Mendeleiev. She seems her usual strict self.”

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“Thanks for following my lead everyone. Glad we don’t have to waste time fending them off if they discovered we already knew about the Akuma.”

“No problem President Marinette.”

“That’s Queen Marinette to you peasants.”

“Yes, your most evilness.”

“Aren’t we going to stop them? They know about the Akuma now?”

“There’s a plan in place. It’s been several hours and no one has ‘seen’ an Akuma running around. Why do you think that is?”

“You think of everything Queen Marinette.”

“Of course I do. One of you tell our ally Contrary Fairy the Akuma class knows now. They may be stupid, but they have been competent help to Ladybug before.”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“Don’t forget to tell her to get Ms. Mendeleiev ASAP. The only competent teacher in this school might believe them.”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“Let’s have some fun before Ladybug spoils it.”

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To be continued in Opposite Day: Contrary Fairy Gives DuPont High Their Worst Nightmare (Part 2)

Chapter 2: There’s No Akuma in Dupont

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Lila will be featured more in part 2.

I sprinkled in some salt tropes. I find it funny they work so well for Chloe 2.0.

@andromeda612 @whatsupwithjinx

#Lila Salt #lila rossi #opposite day #mlb duponts worst nightmare au #miraculous ladybug #class sugar #alya sugar #Chloe 2.0 #marinette dupain cheng #Ladybug #akuma #Akuma attack #Contrary Fairy #prompt answered

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going2go-away4-awhile · 4 years

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This isn’t What I Wanted: Chapter 3- Saint Anthony’s Prayer

Summary: Waking up in a hospital is always alarming, waking up in Hope County Hospital is terrifying. Suddenly thrust into a body that isn't hers and knowing nuclear fallout is on the horizon. Adaine must gather supplies while she can before the big day happens, and trying to stay clear of a radical cult is easier said than done. Self Insert in Far Cry 5

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25543036/chapters/62247643

TW: BRIEF MENTION OF DEATH, BRIEF MENTION OF CAR ACCIDENT

Waking up to a good morning text from an unknown number was disorienting. Rubbing her sleep crusted eyes, Adaine groggily looked at her phone’s time, 6:47. What kind of animal-? The beginning of her rant was cut short when another text came in.

Good Morning Ms.Adaine! -6:47 am

Oh, This is Jackson Wilson, Pastor Jeffries told me that you needed some help around your house? I can come at 9 if that's okay with you? He told me how to get there, he figured you didn’t know the area well enough to describe it. -6:48 am

Adaine slowly left her warm bed and shuffled her way into the kitchen because fuck her this was not something to deal with this early. Waiting on the coffee maker to start, Adaine carefully thought her next steps. One, Pastor Jeffries had briefly mentioned Jackson's family yesterday and how they had been a part of his congregation. This meant that Joseph Seed had already poached Pastor Jeffries' congregation. Two, this “kid” (how old was this dude? 14, 19? People need to stop saying the word kid so willy nilly) was part of Eden’s Gate. Therefore he had cult parents with even more cult friends. Three, he was given her address, so he knew where she was and how to get to her. So, Adaine was left with two options: should she tell him no and risk a bunch of peggies coming after her later. Or, she could allow him into her house and get much needed help, but it was at the risk of him finding her a sinner and ratting her out to the Cult. Glancing around the cluttered kitchen littered with heavy objects, reminded Adaine that medically she wasn’t supposed to move heavy things from her healing ribs and broken foot. Did she risk the chance of permanently hurting her body in the long run or take the chance of manipulation to keep a peggy off her tail. Grabbing a cup from a shelf and pouring herself a cup of liquid magic, Adaine reached her decision.

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Leaving his home for the second time today, though this time much more put together, John made his way to his freshly washed truck, climbing to the smooth custom leather seats, he started the truck and left the Seed Ranch. Drumming his fingers along the steering wheel to the beat of “ Oh John ”, he nodded in passing to a member on guard duty. Driving on to the main road, John sent a quick text to Jacob.

Checking out the Hospital, how's the search?- 10:21 am

He mused over this morning's conversation at Joseph’s home. A new age Lazarus, a miracle sent to guide them for the trying days to come. Between bites of breakfast Joseph could only give them vague and blurry details of her face, the color of her hair, and any distinctive scars or moles she had. Joseph wasn’t sure where she was but he knew she had suffered a major fall and a bad car crash, therefore Jacob and his hunters would search the Whitetail Mountain Trails; while John and his people would start calling surrounding hospitals. He couldn’t let her get away, and more importantly he couldn’t let Joseph down. A small chime from his phone alerted him that Jacob had responded.

A late start John. I’ve already searched my territory, no wandering dead woman. However, I did find some of Eli’s cameras. Searching Faith’s territory now.-10:45 am

A scowl twisted on his face, he was simply getting ready, what if he found her today? He needed to look his best to impress her, what did Jacob know about that? It wouldn’t kill him to trim and oil his beard. He clenched teeth in frustration, Jacob knew John tried his best, he just wished Jacob wasn’t such a dick about it sometimes. He left Jacob on read.

Breathing slowly in and out he let his anger his wrath go and checked himself one last time in the car mirror, before stepping out into the hospital parking lot.

The automatic doors slid open and a gush of cool, bleach filled air rushed past him, escaping into the hot summer day. John’s eyes scanned the reception desk, not a member, she’s a part of Eli’s little friend group, ah Mr. Martin. Striding up to the desk and ignoring the other two staff members, John called to his fellow community member.

“Oh Mr. Martin, I was wondering if you could help me find something!” A pleasant and warm grin was on his face, a face John had learned to put on for difficult clients. Mr. Martin’s face was one of shock and elation, his fellow employees’ faces however, told a different story. Mr. Martin quickly put down the items he was holding on the desk and moved to greet John.

“Brother John, What an unexpected surprise! Yes anything you need, I can help with!” John quickly glanced his badge, Andrew Martin, John remembered him now. A recovering Alcoholic, part of Faith’s group. He put a hand on the older man's back and guided him away from prying eyes and ears of the other two staff members.

“Mr. Martin, I’m here on a mission given to me by The Father. We need your help finding someone, can we count on you?” Make him feel important.

“Of course, I’ll do anything to help the project, please what does The Father need?” Excellent. John spoke in a hushed voice of the woman they were searching for, she had been in a bad accident recently and told him what few details he had of her. Andrew’s forehead creased in thought as he mulled over the information he had been given. A beat passed and a spark entered his eyes.

“Ms.Ada? I believe she was released just yesterday, I’ll go pull her records.” Making their way back to reception desk, John leaned against the counter as Mr. Martin typed in some things on the older computer. The other two at the desk had gone back to work but, the little miss who was part of Eli’s group, was giving them a hard glare from the corner of her eye. John made a note of her name tag, before focusing back on Andrew.

“I believe I’ve found her, Brother John.” He turned the monitor around to face John, and as john looked over a Ms. Adaine’s records: broken left foot, cracked ribs, multiple lacerations on arms, major head trauma, signs of confusion and anxiety after crash; John finally got a good photo of her. And he knew then and there, it was you, his miracle reborn again. Nodding in goodbye to Mr. Martin and with the faint sounds of scolding voices at Andrew, John left the hospital.

Adaine I’m coming.

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Sorting stuff into piles: things to sell, things to keep, and junk, Adaine took quick photos of the things she was selling to post online. A large thump and a grunt came from behind her, reminding her that Jackson Wilson, a gangly pimple faced 15 year old, had just finished carrying the last of the broken kitchen appliances out to her Great Aunt’s pickup truck. That had half a tank of gas and still ran, thank God. The teen was laying on the now clean hardwood panting slightly. She smiled down at him and fetched him a cold water bottle. He seemed like a nice kid, Jackson was quick to help her with taxing objects and hadn’t complained in the two hours of work. He reached and took the offered bottle, he quickly finished it, let a small burp out afterwards. Rolling her eyes at the teenager, she went back to posting items online to sell. She was extremely happy with how today was shaping out, she had found quite a few gems cleaning out the house. She discovered Hope County maps, photo albums of her family, a working sewing machine, and countless books. Reviewing the maps she came to the conclusion that she was in John’s region, but her property backed to a River, which acted as a natural border of Jacob and John’s territories. Adaine was finishing up a post when Jackson’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Ms. Adaine, I know you haven’t been in town for that long but if you ever need someone to show you around, I’ll be happy to help!” The pure earnestness of his face was a little unnerving, what teenager wants to spend a day helping a complete stranger? Eden’s Gate really missed the mark on stranger danger lectures.

Putting on her best ‘Customer Service’ voice, a skill she learned at low wage jobs as a young adult. “I would love to do that sometime Jackson, unfortunately I’m unsure when I’ll be able to get out of the house. I’ve got a lot to do, it will probably be months before I get everything sorted out here.” His expression deflated slightly but he nodded in understanding. She smiled at him once again before retreating out of the room. The house was getting back in shape and with it Adaine had a chance to plot her moves. Pulling her to-do list out, she added some items and crossed some off.

STAY THE FUCK AWAY FORM EDEN’S GATE: Failed step one

Sell unneeded things: She’s got several hits already on her posts, so she’ll run to the post office later this week and mail those out. Anything that isn’t sold she’ll put together and sell as a ‘mystery box’ on eBay.

Convert a bunker room into a greenhouse: Buy seeds, UV lights, soil.

Sort and properly box the Bunker

manuals, and entertainment: During breakfast she had ordered: a laptop, gaming consoles and games she loved to play, 15 USB drives for the manuals and other digital items she would have,

Found an unused Yoga mat and some small weights.

Get company? : Get a cat and a chicken. Chicken lays eggs and when it dies it will be a nice meal. She really wanted something to cuddle with so a cat would do.

Buy a ton of bottled water: Adaine wasn’t sure when Faith’s Bliss got added to the water supply, but she wasn’t drinking the county water anytime soon.

As she wrote down the last words on her list, Jackson entered the room. Shoving the list in her pocket, she stood and saw he was carrying something. He sheepishly looked at her and rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, “Hey Ms. Adaine, I know you’re getting rid of this stuff and well. I was wondering if it was okay if I could have these baseball cards? I understand if you say no, it's your great Aunt’s, I get it, if you don’t want me to have them. Um, ah-this is rude, never mind forget I asked.” Jackson quickly moved to leave but Adaine stopped him.

“No Jackson you can have them. If you want anything else that I’m getting rid of, you can have it.” Even if Jackson was part of a cult, he was still a kid. She remembered being a teenager, and it sucked, but to be a teenager in a doomsday cult? Adaine couldn’t imagine how that must feel. Also, there was a high chance he was made to join because his family joined. Letting him have some baseball cards she would have sold wasn’t a loss in her book. Watching his face light up and thank her profusely, made Adaine question how many kids were in Eden’s Gate that shouldn’t have been there.

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As 3 o’clock hit she waved goodbye to Jackson, watching him get in an old beat up minivan and drive off. She closed the door and sighed, she wanted to rest so bad. She’d been going for two days non stop on the house and she hadn't even started in the bunker. Making her way towards the kitchen to make a bite to eat before she went to the bunker, a rapid knock was heard from the front door. Adaine’s whole body slumped, she was ready to be alone, but Jackson must have forgotten something. Hobbling her way back towards the door. As Adaine opened the door to ask Jackson what he had forgotten, fear paralyzed her body and mind. Standing on her front porch was Joseph, Jacob, and John Seed.

“Hello Adaine, may we come in?”

#far cry imagine #far cry 5 imagine #far cry 5 #joseph seed #john seed #jacob seed #joseph seed imagine #john seed imagine #jacob seed imagine #Chapter 3

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msftbts · 5 years

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Personal stylist!Reader x OT7

(eventual) smut, fluff, slight angst & a bit of comedy here and there

Summary: You travel to Korea to start your new life as a personal stylist, expecting nothing more than to gain some job experience for the future, but seven sulky men make it difficult for you to stay in your lane and follow the rules. Will you stay faithful to your boss, or fall into the charms of another?

Notes: Thank you so much for the great feedback and response to the first chapter, hopefully this story continues to meet your expectations. Are you ready for your first day at work?

Warnings: mild cursing

Taglist: @milk-mochi @ephemeral-mindset @the-wild-ego @kwitzee @in-overrmyhead @valensoup @chocoflagcutii

Don’t be shy to message/question/request me if you want to be added to the taglist to get notified whenever I post a new chapter! I update this au at least once a week.

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Chapter 2

At your first meeting you only got a glimpse of the idols and the other staff that would be soon working with you, regardless you left the meeting with a good feeling. You don’t know if it’s too early to say, but it felt like you were somewhere where you belong to. Like all this time life has been leading you this way. Anyways, you were excited for your first day at work that was going to be in two days. The rest of the day you spent at your hotel, too jet lagged and tired from all the stress the day had caused you. You were actually more than fine to just stay inside these four walls for today.

The next day you woke up early. When you got the job as a stylist you made a promise to yourself to take care of yourself while on tour, by taking on a healthy lifestyle. That means you had to wake up early, workout and eat healthy. It’s safe to say that you weren’t too familiar with that, since your previous lifestyle was a mess. But all of this newness was enough to motivate you to change. You put your gym gear on and went downstairs to go to the hotel’s gym. Luckily enough there wasn’t anyone else there this early in the morning. You got to run in peace. When you tried to connect your phone to your airpods, you noticed there was an option in the bluetooth section for you to connect to the gym’s speakers. Since there was nobody else at the gym, you decided to blast your music through them. The beats got your blood pumping and gave you a boost of extra energy, so much that you actually wanted to dance. And you did. You stepped off the treadmill and went in front of the mirrored wall and started busting those moves out. You do have a little bit of a dancers background, when you were in highschool you used to dance and perform. You went over one of the old choreographies that you still remembered. You were so in your element you didn’t even notice that somebody else had entered the gym. You were in the midst of rolling your body against your hand, when you noticed a familiar face looking at you from further away with his eyes wide open with an amused looking smile on his lips. You froze and your whole face turned red. You snatched your phone and water bottle and ran out of the gym as fast as you could. Once you finally got into the elevator, you leaned against the wall, feeling like your legs were going to give up. Your breathing was out of control. You slapped your hands against your face. This felt so humiliating, why did you let yourself loose like that? It wouldn’t have been that bad, if the person who walked in on you was somebody else, other than Jimin. The one person, actually the only person you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of. Once you entered your hotel room, you made a promise to yourself to not leave it anymore. How was it even possible that Jimin was in the same hotel as you? You thought he lived further away with the other boys from the band.

After getting to calm down in the safe space of your hotel room, the next day you felt ready to leave it behind when you finally signed out out of the hotel and travelled to the first concert destination. It was a huge stadium in Seoul, and the backstage of the venue was even bigger than you could’ve imagined. Once you arrived, one of the bands manager was guiding the new staff to their first tasks. You approached her. “What’s your name?” she asked you. “Y/N L/N”, you told her. “Okay, you’re the stylist right?” You nodded. “You can work with Melissa, she is one of the makeup artists, she will show you where you will work today, you can take all your belongings there. Come back to me once you’ve settled down”, she advised. You looked to your left, where a friendly looking girl was waving at you. “You must be Melissa, hi! I’m the new stylist Y/N”, you introduced yourself to her. “Nice to meet you Y/N! Let me show you your room”, she said walking ahead of you. You walked through a long corridor, with loads of rooms with their doors open. You could see how some of the rooms were makeup rooms, some of them were for the camera crew, some of them were just for lounging and some of them were for the artists. You finally arrived into your room, a small room with clothing racks and full body mirrors. “There, you should leave all your stuff here in case you’ll need them during today’s workday”, Melissa said. “Workday”, you repeated and hummed to yourself. “What?” Melissa said with a confused look. “Oh nothing, it just sounds weird to call this a workday. My first workday”, you smiled to yourself. “It’s my first workday too and to be honest with you I’m super excited! I couldn’t really sleep last night”, she told you and she looked visibly thrilled. You smiled, because she looked adorably enthusiastic. You put down your stuff and went back outside to get your next task.

Melissa got her task first and she went back inside. “Y/N you’ll need to carry all these outfits into your room before the artists get here. Make sure those are in perfect shape before they arrive and wear them. Also those bags are full of accessories for them to pair with their performance outfits, unpack all of those”, the manager commanded and pointed into a small van filled with boxes of clothing and dress bags. You started carrying as many as you could to your room at once.

When you finally had them all in the room, you started taking the suits and outfits out of the dress bags and hanged them up on the racks. You sighed when you noticed some wrinkles and dust stuck on them, knowing you’d need to take care of them. You used all these professional machines to freshen the clothes up, and soon they looked flawless. You’ve never seen clothes that expensive. All the details were sewed in by hand. After admiring them for a while, you realized how much work you had left to do before the boys arrive. You started unpacking the boxes of shoes. You had to polish them and make sure they’re stainless. You arranged them under the racks in order with the members outfits. You took out your little box of supplies and took tape and a pen out of there. You wrote out the members names and stuck the tapes on the ground next to each members shoes, so it was easier for you to tell apart whose outfit was who’s. After that you started going through the bag full of accessories. There was everything from hats to socks and all sorts of shiny jewelry. You laid them out on the table in front of the mirror. Finally there was only one more bag left to unpack. It was filled with bottles of cologne and deodorants. You put them out on the table as well. You finally stood up with your arms on your sides, feeling proud of getting that task down. You got to sit down for two minutes, before the manager barged in to the room. The easy part was over, now comes the actual challenges.

All the staff was gathered to the space behind the stage. The manager was giving a speech to everyone about today’s show, telling how big it was going to be and how everyone needed to stay alert and active during the whole day. She also told how hectic it was going to be during the concert, because of the fast pace we were going to be moving in. She also reminded how everyone’s work affected others, and how everything needed to be perfect. The cameras and eyes in the audience can catch anything, so that’s why especially your job was going to be important, since it was your outcome of how the boys will represent themselves out there. “No pressure, though”, you thought to yourself. You found Melissa in the middle of all the staff and squeezed through the people to stand next to her. She smiled at you and turned back to listen to the manager. “I have just been informed that the artists have arrived, and it’s important they get to know you guys and your duty in here, so we’ll do some quick introductions” the manager yelled. You felt Melissa’s hand grab yours and she softly squeezed it: ”Oh my god, we will finally meet the boys!” You laughed at her excitement, kind of wanting to join her celebration, because you knew deep down that you were excited to meet them too. Until they actually walked in front of you, and you realized who you’ll meet again. The exact smile you were so scared of now stood right in front of you. Your heart was pounding when all of the new staff workers started to introduce themselves one by one, realizing you’d have to do it soon too. When Melissa finished introducing herself with a very exhilarated tone of voice, you felt like your heart stopped and throat grew dry. You looked at the boys in horror, not getting any words out while they stood there in silence waiting for you to say something. Melissa poked your side with her elbow and you woke up from your momental trans. “H-hi, my name is Y/N, I’m your new personal stylist”, you finally gagged out while looking down at your feet, too scared to face them. The usual redness caused by their presence was back again. “Hi Y/N, nice to meet you”, they all said in unison. Once that awful round was over, and you got to go back to your working places, you heard someone run after you while you were walking to your room. “Y/N what happened out there?”, a familiar voice asked in concern. Melissa walked by your side and looked at your face of flushed cheeks. “I don’t know, I guess I just got nervous by them”. “Don’t worry, I was really nervous too, they’re even more handsome in real life. Can you believe they’re practically our friends now?” Melissa said. “They’re not our friends!” you said, and realized how harshly it came out. “Whoa there, I know we aren’t going to be like friends who hang out together - kind of friends, but work friends! What are you so agitated for?” She asked. You pull her to the side and lower your voice. “Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?” She realized the sudden seriousness of the situation and nodded. “I’ve been having some odd coincidences with one of the boys, Jimin. He kind of ran on me at the gym” you confessed to her. “Well, that’s not so odd, since he works out alot. Besides you should get used to it, we are going to be in the same tour with them after all”, Melissa responded. You wanted to tell her more, but decided to brush it off, since she obviously wasn’t really reaching your point. “Anyways, will you eat lunch with me today? Meet me in the cafeteria in 15 minutes”, she suggested. You parted your ways when you hopped back to work in your room for a little bit.

The cafeteria wasn’t really anything like a cafeteria. It was just a space with tables and seats, and buffet style of servings. You didn’t mind that though, since you were starving already. You noticed someone waving from the other side of the room and sat beside her on the table. “They’re in there getting their hair done now”, Melissa starts. “Who?” “The boys, duh!” Melissa playfully pushed you. “Oh”, you let out, knowing there was only one of them on your mind. It was stupid really. To keep thinking about him even if nothing major happened between you two. Maybe Melissa was right, maybe it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. He was probably just being nice, but your delusional mind makes you think there was something in his stare. You took a bite of your sandwich. “I don’t have much time to eat with you today, after the hair team is done, it’ll be my turn. Whoa, I’m really gonna get to touch their soft skin”. You made a disgusted face at her, causing her to laugh. After eating and discussing your days with her for awhile, she looks at the time on her phone and gets up. “I need to go now, the hair team should be about ready now, wish me luck!” “Good luck, don’t fuck up their pretty faces, please!” You threw at her and she pointed her middle finger at you, quickly covering it up when she noticed the manager walking in. You chuckled by yourself when the manager gasped and looked visibly offended. You noticed the other staff giving you looks when you were chuckling alone. You cleared your throat and finished eating your sandwich.

You were watching videos from your phone in your room, when a sudden knock on the door caused you to jump. The door opened slightly. It was the manager. “Y/N, Jungkook just got his hair and makeup done, it’s your turn to take care of him”, you dropped your phone quickly on the table and got up from the chair, taking a quick glance at the mirror. A tall, doe eyed, kind boy walked in. He just walked straight past you and jumped on to the sofa. “So what was my first outfit tonight again?” he went straight to the point, and before you even moved a muscle he continued: “I’m Jungkook by the way, and your name was..?” “Y/N”, you filled him in. “Y/N”, he repeated your name to himself and looked back up to you smiling. Your nervousness quickly faded away, and you felt at ease with him. You showed him all of his outfits in order and he kept doing different over the top reactions at them, making you giggle more than you had wanted to. “Okay so let’s get you dressed then”, you cut the laughing. “Do you happen to have any snacks in here?”, Jungkooks asked you out of the blue. “Snacks?”, you asked him. “Snacks! Chips, candy, chocolate..anything! I need something to get my sugar levels up, the manager isn’t letting me eat anything unhealthy before the concert”, he said looking hopelessly into your eyes. You had in fact stacked some chips for yourself to eat later today, but how could you let him down when he was looking at you like that? You smirked when you pulled the chips out of your bag and tossed it over to him. “Thank you, my saviour!” He said, throwing his hand dramatically to his heart. A smile spread across your face. “Be quick, we need to get you dressed before the next one comes in”, you told him off. He stuffed his mouth as fast as he could, getting up from the sofa and rubbing his hands together to get all the crumbs off. “Let’s get it then”, he said. A sudden feeling of anxiousness hit you, once you realized he would soon have to take his clothes off right in front of you.

Chapter 3

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wherearemyglassesbro · 6 years

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Hetalia night at the museum AU

I have made time to do this! I have no idea why I immediately fell in love with this AU but I did and now I an hopelessly invested lol

strap in this is gonna be LONG

I must tag @gsnkhurray because they’re the one who posted about this originally! :)

So to start this all off, Ive kinda thought about each of the characters having their own elaborate exhibits. Yao would probably have the nicest one of all. He’d be set up in a very detailed scene, probably sitting on the floor with parchment laid out in front of him as if he as writing. He would be wearing traditional Chinese clothing, something like this:

I know that this photo isn’t the best photo but the guy is standing up and he shows it off the best! Yao would probably be surrounded by all sorts of artifacts, jewelry and weapons! You can go around his exhibit and read all sots of things about ancient China

Francis was made in a Canadian wax figure factory and the lady who painted his face was French too! But of course, the wax figures in the museum have all adapted to the era they are supposed to be from. I imagine him in something pretty like this:

Personally I like the pink one better, I think it suits him more! Anything from the Rococo/Baroque era works! French fashion has always been beautiful really. His exhibit isn’t that big and it has a velvet rope out in front so no one can touch anything. He’s stood in a room that fits the 1700s, holding his powdered wig as if he’s about to put it on, his hair pulled into a low ponytail with a ribbon to match his waistcoat. You can tell he’s pretentious just staring at him in his little room full of expensive things, a fake window that shines light behind him so he kinda look a like he glows. There’s a description of clothing from the 1700s outside his exhibit with flyers that anyone can take with sewing patterns so you can learn to make your own waistcoat. The only thing wrong with his exhibit is that it hasn’t been dusted in a few weeks…

Antonio’s display is across the hall from Fran’s since the ‘fashion throughout history’ exhibits are small and are all in one long hallway on the way to the World War One & World War Two displays, just to give people something to look at on their way there.

Toni had probably got some beautiful pantaloons on cause why not. I’m not too sure what the origin of pic is it might be Italy not Spain but that’s okay though. I just needed something like this! It looks a bit ridiculous but Toni thinks he looks great and will show off for the ladies from other displays. He’s seen himself in the bathroom mirror before while exploring museum when he was first was shipped in. His display is meant to look like he’s standing outside on a dirt path with little stones embedded into walls beside him, like he’s standing between two houses. The only thing he has next to his display is a plaque with the era his outfit it from and what country he’s from.

Lovi & Feli will be kinda dressed like this! With puffy sleeves from the renaissance era. I know for a fact that this is Italian cause it literally says ‘Italian Gentleman’ on it.

Doesn't he just look spiffy? The two of them will share a display, one of them wearing an outfit more like this and the other will have the cape and hat too to top it all off. Their display will kinda look like one of those ballrooms from Romeo and Juliet but much smaller. They’ll have sewing patterns available along with a plaque outside their display too! I cant imagine that they like sharing their display cause not only is it crowded with both of them there but Lovino will probably want the most attention he can get. Lovi finds many of the kids that go by to be repulsive, he hates how they laugh at his clothes but Feliciano is very accepting, wishing he could move for the little ones.

Y’all thought Ivan was gonna be in some state-of-the-art space suit but no ma’am. This here is one of the first space suits ever:

Does this look safe to you? Nope. But this is what he wears. He’ll have a speaker on the inside that makes it seem like he’s talking in Russian to those watching him as he stands in a ‘space station’. For the kids, there’s an interactive display with touch screens an buttons so they can design their own ship and launch it! Ivan is a favorite among the kiddos and adults but when he comes alive, he finds it very difficult to move in his stiff suit. When he talks, he has to take the helmet off too otherwise his voice is all muffled and strange sounding.

Mattie is part of the WW1 exhibit! He will be sharing his display with ten others! They’re all standing to model uniforms or sitting in model planes. Matt’s would probably be the uniform on the far left, top row.

He kinda stays in his own exhibit at night but otherwise, he likes being around Artie. There’s a screen by his exhibit to show how his plane flew and some other video clips of soldiers running on foot or waving to the camera. Matt thought one of the soldiers in the video was actually him once when he was first brought to the museum. Honestly? He loves being there. He was brought in from a smaller Canadian museum to the US with the other models.

Kiku’s display would be super cool I think, with all kinds of old swords or katanas along with other models to show off traditional dresses and armor.

I think it’d be great if Kiku was the main guy in the display, the middle of the room, showing off an outfit like this. There would be a voice recording of a woman explaining what the samurai did and how they fought echoing through the room and people could o around and look at artifacts from this time. Kiku would still be soft spoken of course but he does like how the kids, teens and adults all look at him in awe

Artie’s a model for the British navy. There’s a really cool boat exhibit in a museum I went to about 4 months ago so he’d fit in there pretty well! He’s gonna be wearing the one in the middle since that one seems to be the most formal:

His exhibit is actually pretty cool, it has a movie playing at all times, showing the successes of the British navy and little facts about things like how many ships they have or battles won by the navy alone. Do kids get anything here? not really, maybe just a pamphlet showing off diagrams of the inside of some of the ships. There are boats that people can go inside but Arthur’s isn't one of them.

I couldn't do a night at the museum post and NOT include the Nordics guys! They’d be in traditional viking wear like this:

I know it is just a cosplay and not legit but its the best I could find okay? In their exhibit, its meant to look like a big boat, the floors and walls are made of old wood! There’s a projection of the sky on the ceiling too. The Nordics are set up on a stage all together, showing off what was common to wear back then. Their whole exhibit room is a ‘History of Vikings’ thing so its full of old shields, flags, helmets, etc.

Alfred’s display is pretty cool too. He and maybe six others would be set up to look like they're planning for battle in uniforms like these!

He gets really excited about kids at his display. There are old maps for people to see and battle plans hung on the walls with old muskets and a canon in the center of the room that has a speaker and smoke machine inside so it makes a soft ‘boom’ with smoke blowing out every twenty minutes or so

HCs:

•Alfred tries to ride different animals, like the dinosaurs and lions

•Mattie hates how he looks like Al

•Al doesn’t like Artie too much cause he’s British. The first time they met, Al screamed and tried to shoot him “Taxation without representation!”

•Francis loves the animals that come alive, he lets the birds sit on his shoulders

•Ivan always has trouble taking his space helmet off and needs assistance. Occasionally, the speaker in his suit will go off but there’s nothing he can do about that

•Yao made the security guard teach him how to play the acoustic guitar since all of the traditional Chinese instruments are locked up. He’s doing very good! He wants to teach other people do play like him

•Arthur laughs at Antonio’s clothes all the time “Ha! Balloon thighs!” “¡Puta!”

•Kiku doesn’t talk much but he likes being around the others. He hates when they touch him though so he smacks their hands away

•Fran and Artie fence for fun

•Artie sword fought with Kiku once. Never again. Artie wasn’t ready

•Alfred really loves pranking the security guards, hiding their stuff in random places and blasting loud music over the museum speakers

•^^Ivan hates this music, he says that’s it hurts his ears but no one understands

•The was figures are doing their best to learn English since it’s the dominant language in the museum burn it isn’t going too well since they’re all stubborn

•The Italian twins bicker frequently and everyone knows to just leave them alone cause of you get too close, you might get smacked from the hand gestures

•Everyone gets jealous when they see the security guard eating

•Yao laughed when he saw himself in the mirror for the first time. He liked it a lot cause he didn’t know how he looked for the longest time

•^^Francis would spend all of eternity in front of a mirror, he loves it

•Matthew loves hanging around the other WW1 figures cause they’re from the same era and the same exhibit so they have more to talk about “Did you see that girl with the pigtails earlier? She stuck her gum to the wall!”

•They’ll all get together and gamble sometimes with the change they find on the ground in the halls

•If you’re the security guard, watch out cause you’ll be in for a ride

#hetalia #aph #au #Hetalia headcanons #APH Russia #aph america #aph france #aph england #aph china #aph canada #aph nordics #:)#this was so much fun #my hands hurt from typing #it was worth it though

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discoursecatharsis · 6 years

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Non-discourse related but just wanna share a personal story + some positivity!

If you’re ever having second thoughts about cosplaying, screw those second thoughts and cosplay anyway because it’ll be worth it!

I’ve hesitantly cosplayed a few times over the years. Usually something semi-casual that doesn’t require a wig. I’m not confident in cosplaying because I’m self conscious about my appearance. I don’t think I’m ugly, I’m just the opposite of photogentic, it’s like a camera makes me 10x more awkward than I already am, and when you cosplay, people may take photos of you, so I’m self-conscious in that aspect. Lots of times I’ve been like “I’m gonna cosplay next time!” and then chicken out the weekend of the con under the guise of “eh I’m feeling too lazy to put on a costume.��

And I also catch myself comparing my cosplay to others (which you shouldn’t do just fyi). I’m not the most skilled person. Every time I use a sewing machine, I screw it up somehow, it’s a talent. I can never stitch or glue or cut cleanly, I must have very uncoordinated hands because I always mess up something without fail. When I measure stuff, I somehow end up screwing up the math even with the simplest things.

But I cosplayed Katara this weekend. Katara has been my cosplay goal from the first time I heard about cosplay years ago. I didn’t want to buy her costume either, I was determined to make it myself, and I finally did. I bought a plain blue dress from Amazon and re-fitted it and added the details to it. It wasn’t perfect. A lot of the material wasn’t cut out or glued on as nicely as I wanted, and I accidentally got spots of glue in a few visible areas and it left stains. I got to the con and honestly felt a little self-conscious again, because I saw all these other pristine, flawless costumes, while mine was far from perfect.

Then I was wandering through the dealers room and I heard a little voice yell “Katara, Katara!” and this like 8 year old boy dressed as Peter Pan literally ran me down to ask to take a photo with me and I almost cried. He was so excited, he had the biggest smile on his face, and his mom looked so happy too, she was really nice, and that made the entire weekend worth it tbh. It’s like, yeah I’m not gonna win any cosplay contests with this costume lol, but I helped make that kid have a fun day at a con and that’s all that matters.

#personal

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bachelortiltherapture · 6 years

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Recap: Joe and Kendra’s Wedding

In case you missed it the first time, TLC aired a special of Joe and Kendra’s wedding last season. In case you missed both of those, TLC aired Joe and Kendra’s Wedding: Uncut, in possibly one of the most painfully long episodes of Counting On yet. They’re just so GODLY, but I’m pretty sure even God flipped the channel about twenty minutes in.

The show opens and Joe is working on the Lincoln Log cabin. I thought Grandma Duggar was supposed to be living here, but I guess since Grandma won’t be repopulating the Earth with God’s Fundamentalist Warriors, she can stay in the laundry room. Joe and Jeremiah (or Jedidiah?) are wiring the house for electric, and Joe says he thinks the house will be livable by the time they get married. Oh Joseph, have you learned nothing from Joy and Austin’s trailer? It’s small in there. The microwave doesn’t work.

Kendra comes by with a drink for Joe, and it’s possible that I’ve never been so repulsed by any single outfit as I am this one. I don’t know why. I just am. Joe shows her around the house, and she says she’s excited for a porch swing. The siblings do talking heads about how they can’t believe Joe’s getting married, and that he’s such a godly servant. Cut to shots of him pushing laundry, throwing tires, and spray-painting his name on a rock from that time the Duggars went on that trip in the RV. There’s even a shot of Michelle’s perm at its prime.

Next, Kendra goes to try on her dress for the last time. Miss Renee, the fundie dress lady, is out here trying super hard to make up for wearing pants like a heathen by widening her eyes and exclaiming every word she says. Renee drives me crazy. Kendra’s poor mother and siblings are crying their eyes out, probably because Kendra is literally only 19. I know they’re hardcore Christian, but I really don’t think they planned on one of their daughters getting married so young. Either that or Michelle just doesn’t care about Joy. Also highly likely. Kendra says that it really is starting to feel like the wedding is real, as every bride and groom participating in a Duggar wedding are contractually obligated to say every ten minutes.

Back at the big house, Jessa and Jana are making meatballs for Jeremy’s birthday. They’re making Italian because Jeremy is Italian and apparently there’s no spaghetti in Laredo, only enchiladas. I feel like every time the Duggars make Jeremy food they make spaghetti. I feel like spaghetti might be Jeremy’s tater tot casserole. Jordyn or Jennifer is also there, and she’s apparently never seen raw meat before, which I was genuinely surprised by. Jim Bob and Michelle need to kick up their indoctrination. I feel like Michelle must have the time now that she’s no longer spending all that time perming her hair up to God’s kingdom. (Jim Bob still takes an excruciatingly long time to perfectly mold that Little People hair).

Jana and Jessa taste the meatballs, and they’re disgusting. Jessa says they forgot to put in spices. I’m crying inside at these literally just meat and breadcrumb balls. Joy is making red sauce, three months pregnant, and they put them in the sauce and say they taste better now. Jinger and Jeremy arrive, and Jeremy is his creepy, oddly charming and kind of scripted self. I don’t trust Jeremy somehow. I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe it’s cause we all know he definitely did coke while playing soccer? Anyway, they all sit down and have a wholesome meal of salad, spaghetti and balls of ground beef. I refuse to call them meatballs. You don’t even have to watch them pray! But how will I remember that this is a wholesome Christian family?

The next day, the girls are making scrapbook pages, while the boys are making a bench. I think each bridesmaid making a page in a scrapbook is a kinda cute idea, but maybe of the bride with the bridesmaid. They’re just making them with pictures of Joe and Kendra. It’s weird. The boys are making a bench they’re all gonna sign, and Ben is allowed to come along because it’s not too hard. Not that he’s going to help. Anyway, the middle boys pop that shit together in a speedy 20. Some of these middle boys are kinda cute. In an incredibly generic way. Now the family just has to sign the bench, and they’ll be good to go.

IT’S ONE DAY UNTIL THE WEDDING PEOPLE!! Jessa let’s us know theres a lot to be done, with the chapel, the rehearsal dinner room, and the “reception overflow,” AKA all the random people they invited to hit that 1000 mark. Cindy the wedding planner, who is definitely not a real wedding planner, tells us about how she doesn’t like to repeat ideas. For this wedding, she’s going to drop rose petals, which is basically repeating Joy’s confetti, so Cindy is a liar. Jana and Laura, who are really running the show, are shown setting up all the ~rustic crates~. We are even treated to a shot of Lauren Swanson, as TLC desperately tries to reel us into another season. Don’t they know that I’ll be watching this show til Israel and Sam stick their horrible father in an old folks’ home in Central America??

Kendra and Joe see the decorations and think they’re beautiful. There’s a lot of candles, I find it very vampire-chic. They’re organizing the millions of attendants on the steps, I’m very bored. Pastor Caldwell is in a fluorescent orange shirt. Austin says at their wedding rehearsal, he just wanted to get married then, AKA he was down to clown on the stage.

GOOD GOD THIS EPISODE IS LONG. Sigh. Here we are at the rehearsal dinner. Jessa reminds us how busy the receptions usually are, and so the rehearsal dinner is a nice time. Concept: don’t invite a million people to your wedding. Josiah is talking about how Joseph is a godly man, and plugs the inevitable baby that will arrive within the year. Lauren Caldwell, who can hardly handle Kendra leaving, talks about how much she loves her and doesn’t even mention her “servant’s heart” or “godly ways.” Because she actually loves her. Joy, however, never to be outdone, is up choking out how much she loves Joe because he was a good friend to her when she was questioning her faith. This is super sad and makes me hate JB and Michelle even more. Even Austin’s crying because Joe inspired the boys to read their bibles or some BS. We’re also reminded that Joe went to like a year of college. Odd. I mostly feel like the Bates boy in the background, who looks almost as bored as I am watching this wedding for the THIRD TIME.

All right. It’s FINALLY THE DAY, PEOPLE. If two hours is long, I honestly can’t imagine how long actually living through this must have been. Joe wrote a letter to each of his siblings, which is so sweet (seriously) and makes me like him a lot. At the Caldwell house, the camera pans over a sign with all the children’s birth dates, and I’m reminded of just how young Kendra is. Kendra and Lauren are getting ready in the bathroom, and Kendra says she’s most looking forward to the first kiss. They kinda talked about it, she says, and apparently she didn’t want to kiss him at first. Those 7/8th hugs say otherwise, Kendra. Joe says he’s going to go in and hit it straight on (his words, not mine), and that she’ll do her part once he’s there. I feel like the entirety of Counting On is me in the ninth grade trying to make word count on short responses.

Everyone arrives at the church, and Kendra says hi to Jill. One of two shots in this episode. Damn Derick and his transphobia ruining the TLC royalties. Joe says Kendra has no negative qualities. Oh boy. Everyone’s getting dressed for the wedding. Spurgeon is sitting on a chair watching something on a cell phone, being the cutest child to ever walk the Earth. Kendra’s mom is in the wedding as a bridesmaid, and I honestly didn’t even know until now because she probably isn’t even forty yet.

Josie and Jordyn are apparently helping to decorate the little cakes with flowers. It’s cute. Oddly, Josie’s looks better than Jordyn’s. Cute though. Kendra’s in her dress for the first look with her dad, who she exclusively calls Daddy. I am slightly uncomfortable, even though I sometimes call my dad daddy. Maybe it’s cause Pastor Caldwell looks like he could be the bachelor while my dad looks like Laurence Fishburne from Black-ish.

Next Kendra has her first look with Joe. He thinks she looks beautiful. So cute. They separate and now its CRUNCH TIME. The ruffle on Kendra’s dress starts to come off, so Jana whips out her whole ass sewing machine. This woman really brought her sewing machine. Jana is a goddess. They head to the doors, and it’s FINALLY STARTING. The couples walk down the aisle: Jana and John David, Joy and some rando, Josiah and Lauren, etc. etc. Finally its the big moment. They put the veil over Kendra’s face. They open the doors. Erin Bates is killing it with that signature bridal march that sounds like she has 4 hands. But we will not see her. Kendra and the pastor head down the aisle, and goddamn, Joe is an ugly crier. He is SOBBING. Probably thinking about how he won’t have to sleep in a bunk bed anymore.

They reach the end of the aisle, and before going up on stage, the pastor makes this speech about how he spent a ton of money raising Kendra, and so that’s her dowry. It’s super cringey and I want to die a little bit. Anyway, they go up and all the typical wedding stuff is happening, yada yada yada. It’s time for the rings, and Joe turns to Josiah. But Josiah doesn’t have them. WhErE aRe ThEy??? Suddenly, some random guy rappels from the rafters. Jim Bob clutches Michelle in fear, as this must be the sort of idolatry and fanfare those heathen Catholics practice. However, it’s just a prank on the part of Josiah. The guy gives him the rings, Josiah tips him and he runs off stage. Joe takes the rings, in his stoic way, like a man did not just rappel down from the catwalks. Kendra is giggling so hard she’s hyperventilating. Michelle looks absolutely titillated. Cindy is planning Josiah’s demise because her rose petals will NEVER trump an actual human coming from the sky. I feel like this is too clever for a Duggar wedding.

So Joe and Kendra are lighting the unity candle, which apparently every Duggar does. I haven’t been to a wedding since I was two, is this normal? Kendra leans over after lighting the candle and says “babe, take your time with the kiss.” Rightfully so. I would be shitting my pants if my first kiss ever was in front of a thousand people. Of course, Kendra doesn’t have skeleton stage makeup on and she isn’t drunk off green apple vodka at a cast party. But I digress.

So now the parents come up on stage to pray over the couple. Because this is a CHRISTIAN CEREMONY and they are a SWEET, GODLY COUPLE. Great. Also worth noting, throughout this there is a male vocalist singing this country ballad about being “daddy’s little girl” which I’m sure Kendra heard sometime and cried. I think it’s odd that this wedding song is literally all about Kendra and her dad, but not Joe. I guess this is just a reminder to Joe that if he ever disrespects Kendra, Pastor Caldwell will disc golf him into the ground.

Anyway, this praying part ends and Pastor Caldwell pronounces them husband and wife. Rose petals fall, and despite Kendra reminding Joe to take it slow, Joe DIVES for it and really smacks one on her…and she’s totally into it. I’m unsurprised, since this is the couple the most excited to bang since the likes of Jill and Derick. TLC replays it no less than three times from all different angles. The worst one is from behind Daddy Caldwell’s shoulder, if you’re interested.

Joe and Kendra turn around, everyone is cheering, and then the lights shut off. Everyone is super confused, but after a minute, Pastor Caldwell announces them Mr. and Mrs. Joe Duggar. And the TLC editor sighs in relief, since he finally gets a break from editing Josh out of all the footage. I’m happy for him.

Here we are in the gym, at the typical super-fast, thanks-for-buying-me-claires-gift-cards-off-our-amazon-registry, reception. The only really notable thing from this part of the episode is an absolutely amazing shot of Jana in candlelight. I love her. I love Jana.

Eventually, the couple walks out to a tunnel of sparklers, which I’m totally doing for my own wedding, fyi. They get in a pickup truck that is probably not road-safe, given the amount of spray paint on the windows, and driven off into the Arkansas night to some godly procreating in Greece. Or, more accurately, the Tonitown Comfort Inn.

Next season: Joe and Kendra are pregnant? Jinger and Jeremy are pregnant?? Joy is SUPER pregnant??? Jessa is super NOT pregnant???? WHO KNEW!! Oh wait, we all do, because social media is a thing and we aren’t fools, TLC.

#counting on #joe duggar #kendra caldwell #duggar #recap

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dearest-sunshine · 6 years

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Prompt – You’re roommates a superhero

Date – August 12, 2018

Word Count – 1508

“oh, you’re fucKING KIDDING ME.” Cassandra stomps across the room and picks up a tattered cape. “You can’t leave your junk just laying around! I’m the one that ends up cleaning it up! Plus, people might see!”

No response. She banged on the close door and someone groaned. She sighed. It was a pained groan. Shuffling to the bathroom, she grabbed the emergency kit which was almost empty.

Dammit. I need to restock. She thought, rolling her eyes. She made her way back to the closed door. “You’d think I’m a nurse major with all this healing I do.”

“I’m coming in. hope you’re decent.” She said as she shoved her way into the messy room. Picking her way through the empty pizza boxes and stray dumbbells, she spotted a lump of moving clothes on what should be the bed and rolled her eyes.

“you know if this place were any messier you could hide a giraffe in here.” No response. Again. Sighing, she sat down and opened up the kit. “what’d you do to yourself this time?”

“I fought fucking Jailer. What’d you think happened?” someone finally answered. Cassandra gave a loud sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “So, are ya gonna fix me of what?”

“I have half a mind not to” she muttered as the lump rolled over. An Adonis-like man appeared and smiled brightly at her.

“You know you love me.”

“I really don’t. now take off your shirt” he smirked as she took out a needle and thread. “If I don’t sew you up now, your gonna complain for the rest of the night and I have a paper to write.”

He took off his shirt and she gagged a little bit at the length of the gash. It went from his right pec to the lower left of his waist.

“Wow, he really did a number on you.” She smirked as she started stitching him up. Wincing a bit at the needle, he flipped her off. She jabbed him a bit harder than necessary. A very unmanly squeak came from his mouth.

Laughing, she finished up the last stitch and gave him a clap on the back.

“There’s some beer in the fridge. Next to the left-over pizza that you can add to your growing collection. I need to go work on this paper that I’ve been putting off til the last minute so if you need me, I’ll be in my room with coffee. Don’t talk to me unless you’re dying.” She said the last part as she left, closing the door harsher than necessary on the way out.

Sighing, Cassandra made her way to her room. Taking a good 20 minutes to set up her space, she finally cuddled into her mass of blankets, plugged into some music and started typing. And then stopped. And then banged her head on the computer and screamed.

The man poked his head into the room “You ok?” she glared at him and slammed the computer shut.

“I can’t THINK.” She mumbled, “I’m going to the library.” He took a sip of the beer in his hand and nodded thoughtfully.

“Too distracted by the vision of my abs earlier? I would be too” she rolled her eyes as she packed up her stuff. Grabbing a pocket knife, she checked her phone.

“If I haven’t texted in 3 hours, worry.” She said as she left the dorm room. “I always do.” He called down the hall as she paced to the elevator.

She rolled her eyes. This was going to be a long night.

When Cassandra got to the library, she went to her favorite spot. A little nook in the very corner of the top level that practically no one knew about. She hid out there as she got to work on her assignment. With no distractions around, Cassandra got the first 3 pages done with no problem and looked at the time. 8 pm. Deciding it was time for a break she texted her roommate and let him know she was still good. He responded with a kiss emoji. Groaning, she stretched and walked to the coffee machine. A straight black coffee sounded nice. Now she just needed to pound out the last 3 pages and then she could head home.

Walking back kind of sluggishly, dreading writing more, she bumped into another woman. This woman had beautiful golden skin. Like literally golden. Jesus, it was gorgeous. Cassandra’s eyes travel up from her feet, past her adorable outfit, stopping for a second at the fucking adorable freckles that dotted her nose, to her eyes. They looked like an Aloe Vera plant. Hella green.

“Hi sorry, you’re cute.” Cassandra winced as the girl giggled. God that did not sound right. Attempt number 2. “ugh. That didn’t come out right. Sorry for bumping into you.” Yesss. There we go.

The girl laughed again. It sounded like fairies.

“Don’t worry love. We’re both tired.” The girl winked. Jesus face of an angel AND British? Unfair.

Cassandra shook her head a little bit and stuck out her hand.

“I’m Cassandra. You can call me Cassie though.” The girl shook her hand and gave her a big smile.

“Juliet.” Cassandra smiled. It was beautiful. She loved everything about this girl already.

“So what are you doing at a library at 8pm on a Sunday?” Cassie asked, not wanting to lose this girl so soon.

“Working on a psych paper.” Juliet groaned, rubbing her face in exhaustion. “I love psych and all but there’s only so much of Freud I can read about before wanting to kill him.”

Cassandra laughed. She had had that same problem last semester.

“Psych 101?” She questioned. Juliet nodded. “yeah I took that class last semester. Freud’s a douche. I can show you my old paper if you want. You might get some ideas. Plus we can work together and help each other.” Juliet’s face lit up at the prospect of not having to spend all night at the library

“I’d appreciate that.” Cassie smiled and led her to her workspace, stopping briefly to pick up Juliet’s stuff before settling into the little nest Cassie had created.

Cassie pulled up her old paper and shared it with Juliet and both sat to work. Around 2 hours later, with 5 empty coffee cups, Cassie triumphantly shut her computer.

“Done!” She laughed, knocking back the rest of her coffee. Juliet giggled as she finished up her paper too.

“That was a terrible paper to write but thank you for making it a bit more bearable.” She stated as she hugged Cassie, not noticing the blush that adorned her face.

Cassie smiled and shrugged. “it was rather nice to have someone to work with. Do you think we could do it again?” she shyly asked. Juliet happily nodded, and they exchanged numbers, parting at the library door.

Waiting a couple minutes until Juliet was safely out of sight, Cassie pulled a major happy dance and smiled the entire way back to the dorm room. When she got into the building, her phone dinged. A text from an unknown number.

“Did you get home safely? ~ Juliet” she smiled and typed out a quick response as she unlocked her room and entered the room.

“Why are you grinning? Miss me that much?” she loudly groaned.

“No, you ass hat. I just got this girls number. God, she’s hot as hell. And really sweet. Ughhhh”

“Hotter than Supernova?” Cassie rolled her eyes

“Everyone’s hotter than you, Matt. It’s not that hard.” Matt gave a sarcastic laugh and tossed her a beer.

“So tell me about this girl who is apparently hotter than me.” He scoffed as he said the last part. Cassie grinned and started her story.

4 hours later, Cassie was woken up by a bang and a hella lot of cursing. Running out of the room in her PJs, she went over to Matt’s room. Throwing open the door, she started giggling. There he was, standing there with his ‘chick magnet’ aka his super suit stuck over his head.

“Do you need some help Mr. Supernova sir?” He grunted and she took that as a yes. 10 minutes, 5 complaints about ruining his hair (Matt), and 3 eye rolls (Cassie) later, Supernova was standing there in his super suit, looking mildly flustered.

“ we will never speak of this again.” Cassie busted out laughing

“God I should carry a camera around. The media would LOVE these pictures of a day in the life of ‘Supernova, the world’s mightiest and hottest hero’” he growled. “Come to think of it, why DO they think you’re so hot? Must be a straight thing.” She shrugged as he rolled his eyes.

“I’m gonna go if you’re done. There’s a bank robbery on 24th.” She shooed him out the window and waved bye, still laughing.

“Be a bit quieter on the reentry dufus. If you wake me I’ll kill you.” He flipped her off before flying into the distance.

#writing #short story #superhero #roomate #lesbian #lgbt #decaffeinated writing

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karolinadariaflora-blog · 6 years

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On this winter night, sitting by the fireplace, I feel like sharing some more thoughts, cause I’ll be gone for a while, and had never been good at answering questions I get on here or at any digital contact whatsoever… Anyways, it’s been some time, cause already in 2013, after having met Bianca Casady, cross-disciplinary artist of music duo CocoRosie, I gave an extensive interview that, along with my photos, was published in the second issue of the magazine Girls Against God, that she created in partnership with artist Anne Sherwood-Pundyk. If I was to answer these questions now, 4 years later, many of them would have been answered differently, some using less, other more words. But even after all the time that had passed since, these words will still put some landmarks in the landscapes I portray and invite you to travel through with me. Thank you everyone for joining me on this journey, with love,

’’The second issue of GAG—a pocket book of practical magic—investigates and celebrates spiritual healing, instinctually tying together the earth and women’s bodies. Through essays, fiction, poetry, interviews and spells GAG Issue 2 delves into the roots of occult earth wisdom passed through generations of women against persecution and patriarchy. A boldly feminist exploration and multi-generational endeavour, GAG deploys the arts to illuminate the oppressive, obsolete nature of traditional, male-defined religions and other patriarchal institutions—“We must resist and reinvent,” Casady declares.’’

GAG kicked off at the 9th Annual New York Art Book Fair in 2014. You can still get a copy of it here

Who are the people in your photographs?

Karolina: These are different aspects of the feminine energy, taking form and telling stories. They are archetypes, and each figure bears a lot of symbolism for the viewer to decipher. Even if I portray a man, he represents a more intuitive, heart-centered, feminine part of himself. These personas understand the language of the birds, can see the eighth color of the light spectrum, they lived through snake bites, and they all well remember their star origins. Very often these photographs are my auto-portraits in a way. Each silhouette walking away, seen from behind, represents my nomadic urge to follow the setting sun, to always be free, to always stay on that self-rememebering journey.

The figures in the photographs seem to all belong to the same utopian world. They look like members of some imaginary nature tribe. Can you tell us something about these figures and the landscape they move in?

K.: They are Healers, Shamans, Cosmic Dancers, Weavers of Magical Realities, Wise Men, High Priests and Priestesses, Keepers of Divine Knowledge, Goddesses. They are all Free Spirits and they all live here. It is the reality where you can manifest your dreams instantly, with no fear, where looking inside the dark, spiralling vortex expands the consciousness. I let my spirit travel on its waves and it takes me to the center of the Galaxy. I know I cannot take anyone with me, it’s a solitary journey, it leads to the heart, but I can bring back some things here, and so I do. The most amazing things happen when I meet souls who have been where I’ve been too, or when I explore universes that are the core of their hearts. When we find each other, the recognition on a soul level is immediate. I feel thats’s why people share their worlds through art — when they find members of their star families, everything falls into place.

Is there some ritual or folklore you think our materialistic and secular culture is missing?

K.: Yes, there are two. One of them is opening all indigenous sacred ceremonies. Connecting your heart with the heart of Mother Earth and Father Sky is one of the most beautiful and important meditations. When the love it creates fills you, a very unique vibration enters into your spirit. Then you can feel the immense love for yourself, remember who you really are, and finally enter your heart. No meditation and no ritual can be performed properly without first establishing that connection. It’s called the Unity Breath. Just by practicing it, the most unthinkable miracles have happened in my life — images from my heart became real in no time. Another thing would be if more people became aware of the real potential of the sexual energy they carry (that Egyptian Tantra speaks about, for example.) It’s been long forgotten, neglected by the churches that did not want people to use it. It is based on the electro-magnetic charges feminine and masculine energies possess (not genders.) Feminine energy is magnetic and masculine energy is electrical. The exchange happens on the atomic level, creating a frequency that opens consciousness to higher realms. Everything can be brought into existence from that connection, but the base of it has to be love, always.

Is there a division between art and life for you?

K.: For me there is no such a separation, and I just can not live in any other manner. But actually, my life contains more beauty and magic than any creation of mine will ever bear. Before I started documenting these things that happen to me, I’ve been making stuff and living like this for years, not calling myself an artist, it’s just a record of my life. It is up to the viewer to determine what is art. Nature and all that’s beyond it in the universe is the pure, real art that no art gallery, theater or museum will ever be able to host because our own, unique experience makes it the most special art for us. Maybe only music gets close to the mystery of it all.

How did you feel about making a show in an independent art space, can you tell us something about that experience?

K.: I never thought of making an art show, I just enjoy the creation process, grounding me in the present moment. What happens with it all afterwards does not interest me much, but because I was invited to make a show that would be followed by a week of my crystal healing sessions, I prepared a good healing space to perform it in. I thought that was a good idea. It was marvellous to meet so many beings in the heart center, and see their light and beauty during that week. The event itself was a four hour lecture on all these dimensions I communicate with, which was more typical for a traditional show.

Can you tell us something about your process? What inspires you? Do you speak to angels? Do they influence your creations?

K.: Usually I just feel like there are some things that are suspended somewhere there, waiting for someone to tune in and bring them to manifestation, so I am more a channel for things to take form through me than a creator. I know it could have been anyone, but it happened to me. Of course I get very inspired by the indigenous nations of different cultures, tribes who follow and respect the rhythms of the cosmos. Though the most profound inspiration are the moments of unity with all existence that bring me to an experience of eternity and purest love that I believe is the essence of each atom. I don’t have verbal contact with angels, but I see them as light orbs of different colors of light spectrum and beyond, and there certainly is a communication with worlds within, without, above and below. Spirits of nature, fauna and flora, minerals and these angelic entities show me around, explaining how things work. That is a communication based on a deep trust — listening that is hearing, looking that is seeing and feeling that is knowing.

Did you go to school? How did you educate yourself?

K.: I think that more useful for me was unschooling. I received a very strict, Polish education that kills individuality. After that I needed to erase from my head a lot of harmful data, but along the way I taught myself about everything just by observation of this reality and realities beyond the visible, sense-perceptible world. For example, all my knowledge about mathematics, astrophysics, or any new language I learn is just a download, without much of the learning process. And I have no idea about how to use sewing machines, weaving techniques, cameras, computers, mathematical formulas, grammar of languages I speak. I just get it and do it.

What’s your relationship to possessions and how does this express itself in things you create?

K.: I don’t normally feel attachment to my belongings or things I have created. The Universe knows about it, so my possessions often get consumed by different elements, or just disappear or reappear in the most bizarre circumstances. I often leave things behind or give them away. It’s good feeling to free yourself from objects; it gives more space for your self. Actually, just recently I worked in the forest for many hours, weaving on the looms I made on the flat tree trunks that were cut down. I left all my weavings there for them to experience the cycle of the seasons, growth and death, and just to be. It cheered up the forest too.

What personal dreams do you have for the future?

K.: I don’t know much about the future, I only want to stay happy and live from my heart, no matter the circumstances. I could be of better service to others. But maybe I will learn the language of some exotic birds and plants and fill my life with more of dance and music, rather than with this meticulous handwork, which taught me about the dimension of time.

Are you a witch?

K.: I use healing plants, communicate with animals, and have always had some cats. I’ve seen my thoughts manifest in front of me. I have healed myself from some serious stuff as a kid, heal others when I’m allowed. I have expanded vision, I follow the moon cycles. I live the magic, I make magic, I am magic.

#all is magic #:)

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imparkerpeter · 7 years

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Iron Man Build-a-Bear (Peter Parker Headcanon)

the day peter finds out about the manufacturing of an avengers collection at build-a-bear workshop, he knew he had to get his hands on one. and he knew exactly which hero to worship as a stuffed bear.

and maybe he felt a little bit silly about going to a store marketed towards little kids (and not fifteen year old child genius-turned vigilante)

so he brought you along, thinking maybe it would make the trip more fun and less uncomfortable

you laugh as he practically drags you towards the entrance of the store, seeing the similarities to the toddlers dressed in captain america and hulk costumes as they run around excitedly with their bears

peter, bouncing on his toes, doesn’t look much different

despite being several feet taller than the other customers, peter walks (slowly) at a contained (painful) pace towards the rack to his iron bear, careful not to run over any kids in the process

accomplishment lights up his face when he crosses the store and snatches the last one up in his hands

but his joy quickly dissipates when he notices a tiny iron man grabbing at the empty space where the last bear was moments ago

and peter feels so conflicted when he sees an actual child, dressed up as his favorite hero, with innocence in his eyes quickly turning to disappointment when he sees that they’re all gone

but peter, being the selfless person he is, gives the bear to the kid just to make him smile

which almost makes peter’s own disappointment at the fruitlessness of the two hour bus ride to the nearest build-a-bear (which he filled by excitedly telling you all the reasons why iron man is the best avenger) worth it

almost

and when you went to the store the next day to see if you could get added to the wait list, the manager said that they weren’t getting another shipment for three weeks

but you saw how much peter wanted one and you couldn’t endure three weeks of shielded puppy dog eyes trying to convince you that “it’s okay, really, it’s just a stupid bear i mean i’m practically an ADULT, why would i be sad over something like this y/n coME ON”

but you know this dork better than that so you stop by the craft store on the way home from school and watch youtube tutorials on how to use your mom’s sewing machine

and after hours of extensive research on how to sew

and after studying the composition of the iron man suit (which wasn’t that difficult because all you had to do was step foot into peter’s room and stealthily swipe one of his least favorite action figures)

(it was the mark iv, which is “SOOO not neARLY AS COOL y/n because the NEW SUIT HAS STEALTH CAPABILITIES and camouflage features in it like?? how freaking awesome is that?! i wonder how mr. stark even got the RIGHTS to do that but i mean, it must not have been too hard i mean he is tony stark...”)

needless to say peter wouldn’t miss the action figure with the suit housing an “outdated” arc reactor in it

so you did your best to include the “bEST” features of the suit into the stitching in the bear’s clothes

you even went the extra mile to sew a tiny arc reactor to place inside the bear when you stuff it

just to make it authentic

a few days later flash was especially brutal and of course peter came home in a slump, while trying to act like it didn’t get to him because “it was just a stupid comment y/n, it doesn’t matter. i’m spider-man, he takes down criminals every night he doesn’t get hurt by some dumb teasing” and he’d smile sadly because you knew how hard he was trying to convince himself of it

so you showed him to your room where you had set up a mini makeshift build-a-bear workshop complete with a stuffing center and naming booth

and his eyes welled up and fond confusion knitted in his brows and he just looked from the limp bear shell to you, back to the iron man suit you sewed, back to your band-aid covered hands, and then up to your eyes

speechless

you can’t remember a time where peter shut up for more than two seconds when something wasn’t totally going to shit

so you just smiled and took his hand, leading him to the bear and tugging him down to sit on the floor beside it

“wha--what how? i-- y/n i don’t, i---i...what?”

you just smiled and held out the bear to him

“for you.”

and you didn’t even have to explain how you rode the bus for two hours again back to the store the next day to try to get him one, or how you were willing to spend the babysitting money you were saving up to buy the ridiculously overpriced stuffed bear instead of the camera you’ve wanted for the past year

he just looked at you and knew

and you swear he was about to cry because he was just so damn touched

he knew how long you must’ve spent on making the clothing, especially since he knew you didn’t know how to sew

and that whenever he spews about how AWESOME iron man’s tech is, the words go right over your head but you smile and laugh and listen to him geek out every time

he sees the attention to detail you put into the clothes, even embroidering on the newest arc reactor because you knew how much he loves the shape, even though it doesn’t match the features from the older suit you pulled references from

but that makes it even more special because YOU did it, in the most perfect way

peter just sits there stroking the cloth, eyes widening at every new detail he discovers and his fondness for you becomes overwhelming

he swears his heart just grew four sizes

by the time he sees the tiny arc reactor you sewed for him to put inside the bear, he fucking loses it

just sobbing

because no one has EVER done something like this for him? ever?

and he tackles you to the ground in the biggest bear hug ever

and you swear you might just cry too because of how little this precious boy thinks of himself and how happy he is from a stuffed bear

he puts it together, even adding in another stuffed heart beside the tiny reactor because “he’s not just the suit, y/n, he’s a person too” and the fact that you knew to include the heart was almost too much

in that moment he knows how damn lucky he is to have you

the blinding smile that erupts on his face when he finishes carefully pulling the strings to close up the back of the bear makes the countless hours of poking your fingers with needles and cursing tony’s name for making such complex superhero suits worth it

it was all worth it

peter was so engrossed in the tiny stuffed bear that he didn’t hear the tiny click of your camera shutter go off

the photo of him hugging the little bear to his chest with bright, childlike glee in his eyes, the happiest you’ve seen him in a long time, warming your heart

it just became your new lock screen

when you catch him dragging the bear around his apartment and tucking it under his arm when he’s crawling into bed to sleep, the pride in your chest swells

because you did that

and maybe you spend the next couple days sneaking photos of him with the bear

as he situates it carefully on the couch next to him and combs the fur out of its eyes so it “can see the tv clearly too, it’d be a shame if he missed the technical baking challenge y/n”

or putting baby socks on its feet so it wont get cold when the heating goes out and peter is wrapped in ten blankets

because this boy is so precious

and as the final touch, you sneak a couple more photos to text to the man himself from peter’s phone

but as peter is just about to doze off on the couch, with his head in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair

he mumbles a soft, “don’t tell mr. stark”

and your eyes dart from his soft curls and delicate freckles to the well-loved bear with fraying edges wrapped in his arms

and you know you better run before evidence that tony got the photos gets back to peter and he’s ready to die of embarrassment, resulting in him pouting angrily at you

but for the moment you just pet his hair and watch the relaxed boy on your couch and think

it’s all worth it

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