#cherish-a-bee

[cherish-a-bee]

In this entry, I will document notes on an emerging topic:

Scientists in the health industry may seek to collaborate with the beekeeping industry for pathogen surveillance.

Like a cotton swab, the fuzzy body of a bee collects microbes and other tiny particles while it forages for food and resources. The sample size appears large enough for scientists to detect illnesses and threats amongst a human population.

According to editor Linda Poon for Bloomberg, "the study has begun in New York City where researchers were able to find a diversity of species- including bacteria associated with plants- and human-related pathogens." In Venice, Italy, researchers have collected samples containing fungi related to wood rot where residence buildings sit atop wooden pilling submerged in water.

Similarly, in Tokyo, Poon states that researchers have found genetic traces of a fermenting yeast commonly used in soy sauce production and miso paste. (How fascinating!)

Reference: https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2023-03-30/honeybees-are-predictors-of-a-city-s-health-new-research-finds

#cherish-a-bee #protect the bees #save the bees #environmental sustainability #world bee day #honey bees #honeybee #bees art #bees #beekeeping #bee lovers #bee awareness #human health

[tequiilasunriise]

Enid calling Wednesday ‘my moon’ is the most endearing nickname I can think of fer her to lovingly use (bonus points if it’s in Greek bc Greek!Enid is one of the best headcanons this fandom has collectively adopted so far.)

Assuming the show will follow the traditional model of werewolves having this deep, super special bond to the moon, can you imagine the sheer gravity of Enid choosing WEDNESDAY as HER moon. The moon who never abandoned her, the moon who calls to her all the same but this time doesn’t reject her as she beckons said allure, the moon who wholly accepts her as a werewolf who can’t transform (yet, hopefully). While moonlight is merely reflected sunshine, even the grand white apple of the sky, the cruelest of forbidden fruits, refuses to cast down its borrowed light on Enid. What good is she, a wolf with no howl?

Wednesday, however? Wednesday, a girl who doesn’t turn her back on Enid but rather teaches the young, late blooming wolfie to not only accept, but also stand up for herself. Wednesday, a girl who is from a family already considered an anomaly and thus can understand Enid and her oddities. Wednesday, a girl who loves her in a way that means, “Come as you are, you are already enough. Just turn down that wrenched noise you call music before you do.” Wednesday, her true moon. Wenclair is already as aesthetically Sun & Moon Girlfriends as you can get- we’re talking Bumbleby levels of Sun & Moon aesthetics here- but the sheer POWERMOVE of Enid casting aside the traditional werewolf-moon bond? Of instead choosing her OWN moon in Wednesday, who chose her right back, howless or not?

Your honor, please.

(Extra bonus points: Whispered just below a certain Addams’ breath, words so heavy with reverence they could easily drown a man, a phrase so quietly uttered that Enid knows they’re meant for her and only her, “Mi sol.”)

#greek enid #greek enid supremacy #love as an active ongoing choice #fuck putting your lover on a pedestal #I would much rather cherish an imperfect star #its about the TRYING the ACCEPTING #I do not look at her and think of the sky #but rather I look at the sky and think of her #ITS ABOUT T H A T YOUR HONOR #your honor theyre gay #your honor i love them #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #fuck it lets tag the bees too #Blake calling Yang her sun?? #LETSSS GGOOOO #bumbleby #rwby

[gallawitchxx]

caught in the act by gallawitch | rated: M | 2K

Mickey's had a shitty day. The cure? A beer at home with his husband and their teenage kid. But he never expected that his daughter would have a house guest...

a sweet anon popped into my inbox asking "if [i] could write something about if maybe mick and ian had a daughter and one day they left her home alone and came back to her fooling around on the couch with a boy? or a girl." why they think i'm the person to write galladads, i'll never know... but i tried anon! i really tried! especially because my sweet precious goblin king nosho's (@creepkinginc) birthday prompts were: fluff with slice of life. SO. here are some fluffy dads! i love you nosho! i love you anon! xx

- - - - -

It's been a fucking shitty day.

Mickey throws open the front door with all of the force he can muster, ignoring the flare of pain in his bad shoulder. Stupid thing’s been acting up again since the weather’s turned cold. 

The metal of the doorknob cracks against the plaster of the wall in their entryway, and Ian winces. “Mick—“

“Not now, Ian,” Mickey barks. 

[ read the rest below the cut or here on ao3]

What he wants to say is, Fuck off, Gallagher, but they’ve spent over two decades together, and can at least be on a first name basis. Plus, he’s been trying to work on his reactions to things. Be less hot-headed and more thoughtful, or whatever the fuck. But he’s almost at the end of his rope, his fuse already lit and rapidly burning down thanks to a frustrating combination of idiot clients and useless new hires. 

It’s days like today that have him wondering why exactly he thought he wanted to run a business. Be somebody’s boss. Be responsible for keeping the lights on and the customers happy. Even though he's been doing this for years, he can't help but think that it was a lot easier when he was running drugs and whores.

Louder, though, and he's become accustomed to the quiet.

He needs a fucking beer. 

Two maybe, he thinks as he toes off his boots. Shoves them in his designated cubby in the hall closet like the little domestic bitch he is. Even steps out of the way so that Ian can come up beside him and drop his own shoes off. 

Mickey’s not mad at him. No reason to be, they don't even work together anymore. Haven't in years. But Ian'd offered to pick him up after his shift at the new hospital downtown, and he'd stepped right into the crosshairs of an already terrible mood. Mickey just needs a minute to unwind.

Before either of them can say anything further, a slight whimper, of all things, wafts towards them.

Mickey cranes his neck to see further into the house, his rage quickly finding a new target. He feels Ian’s chest close to his back, and lifts a finger to his lips.

Other sounds follow—a hitched breath, the shifting of bodies against the soft, leather of their new couch (a splurge purchase made when all kids and dogs had been sufficiently trained up and housebroken), a small, wet pop that makes Mickey's spine curl.

He catches Ian’s curious stare, their shoulders raising as they make their way to the living room. It all feels familiar, yet odd. Been a while since either of them had their shackles up. The Southside even feels somewhat safe these days, thanks to a new generation of kids and a bunch of gentrifying motherfuckers. 

So it comes as a surprise to see someone strange in their house, making slick noises on their furniture, sticking their tongue down their daughter’s—

“Oh, hell no! You gotta be shitting me!” Mickey yells, Ian right at his heels.

The kid leaps to his feet, his shoulder-length hair as disheveled as his button-down; his eyes and his boner bulging in tandem. He looks to Mickey, horror-stricken, then glances at Ian before looking down towards the girl on the couch: sixteen-year-old Josephine Gallagher-Milkovich, bright red hair sprawled out beneath her wide, green eyes.

“Hey Dad…” she says, shrugging just slightly.

Mickey’s blood boils. “Hey Dad?! Jo, what the fuck?”

She scrambles to sit up, grabbing the blanket at the end of the couch to cover herself, despite being fully clothed. 

Thank Christ.

“I think you should probably leave,” Ian chimes in, pulling Mickey’s attention back to the kid wilting silently to his left. “Door’s just that way.”

“That’s a good fucking idea,” Mickey yells. He takes a step forward and crosses his arms, settling into a wide stance. “Better yet, let’s make sure I never see you again. Got it, Pimple Puss?”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” the kid mumbles, shoving on his shoes at lightening speed. He stands, looking at them both. “Uh, Sirs.”

“Yeah, yeah, get the fuck outta here!” Mickey reiterates as the kid runs past him. Mickey swings back around towards his daughter, who has dared to stand up while his back was turned. “Not so fast! You better stay right where you are.”

She freezes, her eyes wandering to Ian. The door slams shut behind them, and he jumps a bit. Shrugs. Shakes off her stare. He wants to be the one to come through for her, soften the blow of what’s about to happen, but he can’t. His hands are tied. Instead, he reaches for Mickey’s wrist, turning him slightly. 

Warm green eyes catch his ice-cold stare.

“Mickey, think about this,” he whispers. His gaze is sweet, and he rubs a little circle with his thumb across Mickey’s pulse-point. It’s soothing, and it brings Mickey back into his body for a moment. Back to the present. Back from another day, in another house, when it was them getting caught. 

Fuck, he hadn’t visited that memory in a while. Didn’t even realize he’d slipped there now until Ian’s breath ghosted his temple, his words evoking yet another day with the same captor. The gun in his hand that time. His eyes wild. Mick, pause.

Mickey sniffs. Gives Ian a curt nod, sucking his lip between his teeth, and preparing to face his dumbass daughter again. “Give us a minute?”

Ian squeezes his wrist, “Course.”

Jo opens her mouth in protest, but closes it again off of Ian’s look. She’s sure he’ll have his own shit to say about the state she’s been discovered in—the rules, and the trust that she knows she’s broken—but that’s sure to be a calmer conversation. Less at stake, and everybody knows it.

“Gonna order us a pizza, I’m starving,” Ian calls behind him as he leaves his two most cherished people to hash it out.

It’s instantly uncomfortable. 

Jo picks at the skin on her lip, her ticks always more Mickey than Ian. Nurture kicking nature’s ass. But Mickey’s never been able to hold steady around a Gallagher pout, so when he finally exhales and meets her eyes, he knows he’s full of nothing but hot air.

"I ain't mad," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger–a move that absolutely doesn't say everything's cool.

"You're not?" Jo asks, her eyebrows crinkling.

He drops his hands and takes in her expression, now dancing between terrified and confused. Shakes his head and says, ”Course not. I was banging your pops all over this neighborhood way younger than you are now.”

"Ugh, Dad.”

Mickey chuckles, briefly lost again in different, more pleasant memories; of stock rooms and refrigerators. ”Got caught a lot, too.”

Jo’s shocked. ”You did?”

“‘Course we did. We were dumb fucking kids! Got caught by his pervert boss, by fucking Frank... Another time, too…” He shifts his weight, and thumbs at his nose. “Let's just say that if you're gonna follow in our footsteps and fuck around in the open, you're goddamn lucky that it's us walking in that door.”

Jo nods. She doesn’t know the ins and outs of her fathers’s lives before her. Neither of them have spilled all of their secrets, and some things might never be relayed. But she knows enough to know it was way different from how she's grown up, and she knows that she can always ask. They’ll be honest with her. They’ve made a point to share what’s important, and tell it to her straight. 

She’s a good kid. 

They raised her up pretty damn well, despite all of the fear, and the doubts.

Mickey clicks his teeth, making his way to sit beside her on the couch."A guy though? Really? I mean, I get it.” He pops her one on the shoulder, playfully. “But I was always kinda hoping you'd be smarter than me.”

Jo goes beet red, her arms folding cross her chest. "Uh, yeah, about that..." She takes a deep breath and says, “I’m… queer. I think. I like, uh, both. All? People. I like people.”

“Oh,” Mickey says, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead.

“Yeah."

“Cool."

She squints at him. “Cool?”

"Never really liked anyone 'sides that alien-lookin' motherfucker listening in from the kitchen" – there's a rustling from the room in question as Ian backs away from the doorway – "But yeah, that's cool. Thanks for telling me.”

She nods. "Thanks for listening.”

"Look, I may not be the easiest to talk to or the most in touch with my feelings or whatever, but I'm always gonna listen." He puts a tattooed hand on her knee. "I love you, kid.”

"I love you too, Dad.”

He pulls her in, tight to his chest. Her hands ball into little fists against his back as she wraps around him, and he remembers those same fists grabbing tight to his pointer finger the day she came home from the hospital.

A new surge of possessiveness swoops through him. 

"You being safe?”

“Dad…”

He can hear the eye roll, so he pulls back, taking her by the shoulders trying to catch it in action. Knows she’s embarrassed, but he ain’t done yet. Even as a dad, he can be a little shit. 

"I can tell ya about condoms and lube, though that might not be such a thing for you? I don't know fuck all about a woman's body. Already seen way more than I ever wanted to… And it seems like you're past whatever I woulda told you before…"

She shudders at the outpouring of information, but she’s intrigued. "What would you have told me before?”

He settles back on the couch, spreading his legs just slightly, a mischievous smirk on his face. 

"Aight, I got yer cheap birth control right here. Only costs a penny. You put the penny on the inside of your knee—doesn’t matter which—and then you hold it in place with the other knee.”

He demonstrates, closing his knees together and holding it tight, his hands now raised high in the air.

Jo groans, “Oh my god.” 

Ian plops down on the couch next to Mickey, tired of being relegated to the kitchen. ”You’re a dumbass.”

"'Ey, I think it's a great option,” Mickey balks. “Affordable, ya know?”

"You heard?” Jo asks Ian, her cheeks pinking up.

"I heard,” he confirms, his arm stretching past Mickey to tenderly touch her cheek. “We love you.”

“Love you too,” she says. “And I'm being safe… Haven't really done much yet.”

"Take your time,” Ian says simply. “There’s no rush.”

“He’s right,” Mickey adds, “especially because you’ll be grounded for the next month.”

“A month?! For kissing? That’s not fair!” Jo complains.

“Tough.”

“But you said it yourself I’m not doing anything you two weren’t doing!”

“Fine, two weeks,” Ian says, earning him a “yes!” from Jo, and a scowl from his husband.

“Did you even order dinner in there or were you just listening in the whole time?"

Ian flushes. Grumbles something as he pulls out his phone.

“Fucking figures,” Mickey says. Turns back to Jo. “And we’re your parents, kid. Thing’s ain’t always going to be fair. So, fine, two weeks because your old man’s a pushover, but I better not catch you hooking up on my couch again, capisce?”

“Capisce,” she smiles.

Young, bare knuckles bump against older, inked ones.

“Now, I’ve had a crap day. Make yourself useful and get me a beer, would you?”

#nosho nosho nosho i love you #happy birthday my sweet love of loves! #you deserve everything & more & i hope you love these words #i sure do cherish you! #also anon! i hope this does your prompt justice! #thanks for asking me to spread my wings a bit! #shameless #shameless fanfiction #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #galladads #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

i am a very very big fan of this horse. (i hope. this is okay djsfhsdf)

-peachyfnaf

RAAAAAAAAAAH/pos THIS IS AMAZING

BRO THIS IS MORE THAN OKAY ARE YOU KIDDING??? I LOVE THIS SM AAAAAAA *eats art*

Sorry for all the yelling but oh my god this makes me so happy, tysm<333 I’m glad you’re enjoying the grumpy horse lad :D

#bee talks #centaur au #not my art #bro I think this is the first time I’ve gotten fanart #like ever #I am cherishing this forever #tysm

[tootkin-art]

So, my dear partner told me that yesterday was Protect the Bees Day, so of course I wanted to draw something for the occasion!

Did you know that "Bee" in english is pronounced the same as "Bi" in french? Did you know that I'm very tired and very small? I heard "Protect the Bi Day" and I Did Not Question it.

So here, have a very confused korok, and don't forget to protect the bees !

#korok #watercolor #artists on tumblr #Tootkin Art #tears of the kingdom #loz tears of the kingdom #bi pride #world bee day #bees are super important and should be cherished #and they're so many of them! #we are lucky to live in rural parts of france and doing our best to give bees and other insects a good place to live in our garden #korok pride

[octoagentmiles]

Animals I wish to see in Above and Beyond:

Alternate title: I Am Banging On Silvergate’s Door As We Speak /j

Bees!! because a bee model does in fact exist. I know this. They just need to use it /srs. Plus bees would make a really cute episode anyway- and when they finally do it I am willing to bet $9999 on it being a Vegimals episode.

Orchid mantis, or any kind of mantis really. Why? They are my favourite bug, next question-

Gynandromorph animal(s)!!! They're so cool—they're what happens when an animal with vastly different gender differences (think the harlequin ducks) is born intersex, and they look like Picasso paintings come to life. (it could also be a fun way to introduce a character with they/them pronouns-)

Parrots! (I know we got the mountain parrots but shh-) I desperately want a Pete-centered episode, and give him some friends while you're at it please.

Centipede! They’re literally just remipedes on land. Make it a Shellington episode and call it a day 👍

Snails. I love snails. They're the best mollusks, I am not accepting criticism.

Tarantula. Just because :)

Bunny. They showed an illustration of a non-anthro bunny in The Cold Snap and I have not felt peace since.

I’d gladly take a jackrabbit too; they’re not really rabbits (they’re hares), but if you’ve read that one post you’ll understand. It’s a Kwazii and Tweak episode.

Sammy The Falcon specifically. What is his deal???? They introduced him as Paani's living taxi and gave us ZERO context.

Maned wolves. Weirdos. (affectionate)

Moose. I will not elaborate further.

I’m down to see the chinstrap penguins again, or Ooju and Rocko—I think they should interact 👀

Ostrich?? Emu?? I have nothing else to say.

Ring-Tailed Lemur. They’re another one of my favourite animals, and I think the Wild Kratts fans would get a kick out of it. They deserve nice things.

Mole lizard. Look it up I DARE you. (cw if you're scared of snakes or worms) /nf

#octonauts #octonauts above and beyond #help i have no idea what to tag- #if you're curious about the bee model: it was shown in a chinese promo poster for anb that i found on my deep dive a while ago #i didn't include it in the post i made but it exists trust me- #source: trust me bro #i want it to be a vegimal ep bc the veges were implied to be a hivemind in the books and i would LOVE for that to be referenced #we need more kwazii and tweak episodes in general. but gimmie em chasing a jackrabbit in the middle of the night bf unsolved style >:) #that'd be so fun you can't argue bc i'm right /lh #shout out to the wk fandom. ily. #i watched like 2 eps of that show as a kid but i was obsessed with the online flash games where u made ur own avatar and went on missions #i dont think it exists anymore but twas a cherished childhood memory nonetheless #do i need to tag bug cw for this post? i just noticed a fair amount of these are insects- i like bugs ig lol #ask to tag

[satanfemme]

jhonen drew art for me on twitch again I love having free twitch subsssssss <333

#I still want to get that bee he drew for me tattooed but I'll cherish this as well

[beesinspades]

Pairing: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Rated: Explicit Tags: Canon Compliant, Sexual Content, Hand Jobs, Fluff, Praise Kink, Love Confessions, Laughter During Sex, Asexual Vash the Stampede, Asexual Character, very very brief mention of implied past sexual assault Word Count: 3.7k

read on AO3

#vashwood #trigun #fanfiction #bee writes #AT LAST IT'S UP #i hope you'll enjoy!! #reblogs are cherished! <3 #ace vash tag #as said in the notes: this is NOT a sequel to my first ace vash fic! #in my other fics he's entirely sex-averse

[dolls-self-ships]

Special delivery! Pirates in love

(I hope your day gets a little bit better 💖)

ACTUALLY COVERING MY FACE AND BLUSHING RN THANK YOUUU

ALSO I REALLY LIKE HOW WE LOOK IN YOUR STYLE 💕💕💕

#my days been getting better btw thank you ;-; #bees self ships #self shipping #ask #im gonna cherish this forever omg #captain hook #you are my treasure #gifts

[cherish-a-bee]

May 20th is National Honeybee Awareness Day!

To prepare, you can view the hyperlink above for my senior thesis flipbook to learn more about ways to get involved on World Bee Day and fun facts about the current honeybee climate. 🐝

Rules _____

Do not repost my work

If sharing, credit or mentioning Cherish-A-Bee is appreciated! n _ n Thank you community for your support on this journey! : @match-less-bee-bud @princepokemon @woo-sustainability @carefortheearth @pravum-vulpes-umbra-imperatrix @sonic-toon @issadaeee @shuttledick @not-a-crow-i-swear

#protect the bees #save the bees #bee lovers #world bee day #bee awareness #bee lover #bees #cherish-a-bee #honey bees #honeybee #national bee awareness day #environmental sustainability #protect pollinators #pollinators #bee posts #beekeeping #bee art

[saintbleeding]

[ID: An 11-panel digital TMA comic focused on Jon, a thin, dark brown skinned person with greying curly black hair to his shoulders and dark brown eyes, and Martin, a fat, light-skinned person with freckles, red hair, and medium brown eyes. Both habitually wear glasses. The comic is overlaid with lyrics from Hozier’s Shrike.

Panel one: Martin stands by a bookcase, a statement in one hand, worriedly watching Jon, who is walking away with a suitcase in one hand and a boarding pass in the other. Text reads: “I couldn’t utter my love when it counted/Ah, but I’m singing like a bird about it now”.

Panel two: Jon, one hand reaching out, follows Martin into a darkened passageway. Martin is dressed in a three-piece suit with a tie pin in the shape of an anchor and coloured in a more washed-out palette. Jon’s hair is longer, he has more scars, and there are faint green eyes floating around him. Text reads: “I couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted/Ah, but I’m singing like a bird about it now.”

Panels three and four: Panel three is a close-up of Jon accepting a plain white mug from Martin. Panel four is Martin and Jon sitting at a cafeteria table by a window on a clear day. Martin is gazing at Jon who is laughing, fiddling with a straw in one hand. Text reads: “The words hung above”

Panel five: Martin and Jon stand facing each other, both wearing sad expressions. Jon wears a duffel bag over one shoulder, the strap of which he is clasping with one hand. Behind them, Basira, Daisy, and Tim walk into a raging fire. Text reads: “But never would form”

Panel six: Jon and Martin lie dead in a field of grass. Jon’s regular scars are joined by extra bloodshot green eyeballs, but his expression is serene. Martin’s eyes are fixed vacantly ahead, and his shattered glasses stick into his head. There is a knife in Jon’s back and Martin’s right leg is bent at an odd angle, with bone and muscle exposed. Text reads: “Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn.”

Panel seven: Jon glares at Tim and Sasha who are leaning on a counter with their faces in their hands, looking admiringly at Martin who is sitting oblivious at a cafe table reading a book with a latte in front of him. A sign on the wall says The Serapeum Cafe. Text reads: “Remember me, love,”

Panels eight and nine: In panel eight, Martin, with longer hair, sits against a wall, one hand over his face, a tear rolling down his cheek. In panel nine, Jon leans over a balcony, smoking a cigarette. There is a cat sitting next to him.

Panel ten: Martin and Tim stand with beer bottles in their hands, Martin laughing and Tim singing. They have their arms around each other, and Tim’s other arm is around the shoulders of an unimpressed looking Jon. Behind them, a door bears a placard reading “Sasha James, Head Archivist”. Text reads: “When I’m reborn”

Panel eleven: Two images overlaid in alternating sections. One image is Jon and Martin’s kiss at the end of MAG 200, and the other is the two of them kissing in a field. Jon wears a deep red sherwani and Martin wears a blue three piece suit, a wedding ring visible on the fourth finger of his left hand. Text reads: “As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.” End ID.]

y’all i am once again being very very normal and well-adjusted about them

#the magnus archives #tma #jmart #jonmartin #teaholding #my #martin blackwood #jon sims #idk what else to tag lmao #also ! thank u to tired and horse and call for being so encouraging and wonderful during the fucking week and a half this took to do <3 <3 #they are cool good friends i cherish them #gore #body horror #blood #knives #smoking #fire #srry that this id is sparse i was tryna keep it as short as possible so ppl dont have to scroll past the frickin bee movie on this post <3 #also i hope this actually tracks slkdglksdgls #ok goin to bed bye

[girldewar]

here she comes, our saving grace

#well. i started this as a season recap back when i still had hope for the future #the thought was that even if we didn't do anything except make it out of the first round i would probably want to do something sentimental #and i didn't want to put the whole thing together in one day #but then. uh. the funniest thing happened #so now i don't want to finish it. #but it's going here because i like to make everyone else listen to the lumineers at least a fraction of the amount i do #so. cherish wild big parade #bees speaks #mn wild

[suguwu]

wait hold on knight getou and the post about corset tightening, except he pulls it a little too tight, maybe bordering on the edge of a little mean, and coos about how he's stolen your breath away

#bee chats #the post: clearly about a knight who cherishes you #me: getou would be awful about this i'm gonna make it about him

[gallawitchxx]

#i pat mickey's cheeks i slip ian's bangs back in a butterfly clip i move on with my day#<- omg ray Help#i'm feeling the urge to draw

head empty only ian toolin around in fiona's old butterfly hairclips. bonus: he finds one of those stretchy cloth all-around hairbands in the bathroom and uses it when he washes his face, which of course at some point evolves into him wearing it around the house because he likes that it keeps his bangs out of his eyes while he does shit.

taking a break from loving on the mutuals to indulge in a series of thoughts re: ian in hair accessories.

this is really so powerful. i have nothing to add besides a co-sign.

#no wonder barber!mickey is so smitten #he has great hair man #ray thank you for sharing these thoughts with me #i cherish them #this is a ray stan blog now #ask bee #answered

[90sbee]

honestly everytime i have to see a photo or video of me acting my first reaction is wanting to fucking disappear. i'm either too fat or too ugly or my clothes don't look good or my movements are all goofy or. any other negative shit i could say about myself. but it also gives me the chance to remember it is not about that™. i don't act to look skinny or to look pretty. my body doesn't have to look attractive on stage. it's a freeing experience when i keep that in mind.

and tbh every woman should partake in some acting at some point in her life. not serious acting, not in the industry. but just. a small play. maybe with friends. maybe for a local and cringey theather. just to remember that our bodies are not there to perform anything, but rather to create feelings. in us and in others.

#i realise that the first part makes it seem as if i hate acting I DON'T. I LOVE IT #it is just shocking #having to switch from 'i hate my body' mode to #'okay. this a body performing. it's not supposed to be me. how does that look? how can i improve? do i make you feel things?' #and that shift. that shift is the thing to cherish #it's just a start but. it helps me to think of my body as. a body. not a thing. #boludeces y reclamos mios(? #theater #acting #tw body image #tw body issues #i guess? #actor bee

[silver-heller]

Hello Bee,

I have been gone for most of the day, though I don’t wish to go into much detail about that right now. I’ll tell you more about it when I get home. However, I’ve been missing you dearly all day, and sending you this letter is my way of reminding you that you are always on my mind in one way or another. Make sure you take care of yourself while I’m away. I’ll be back soon, and I look forward to holding you in my arms again.

Mordecai

Ah, I've been having a rough time and this made my day, thank you! 🥺

#humdinger👔 #silver😺 #miserylovescompany #the way you used bee too makes me so happy #I will cherish this forever