closed starter for SYDNEY ( @mundanecore )
again event mixer thing
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ " is that a number in your pocket, or can i… ? wait a minute ── nope. “ elijah sinks into the seat beside sydney, index fingers both pointing in her direction as he – purposefully, playfully – ‘ stumbles ‘ over his words. “ i seem to have lost my number, or are you just happy to see me ? “ an over-the-top sigh and elijah lets his head roll across the back of the seat and bats his eyelashes in her direction. he’s bad at this on purpose, having decided to just embrace the cheesiness of it all. his false exasperation only lingers for a moment; he has to sink his teeth into his lower lip to suppress the fact he’s laughing underneath his lost expression. “ sorry. i just got so distracted by your beautiful face, " he holds his hand out to tap her under the chin. " that i completely forgot what i was trying to say. “
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found it interesting that you said "narratives over aesthetics" in your latest dubas poetry post because while it's true that the narratives are very much there, i find all the empty lonely pictures of only dubas vs the ones with the tvs / screens that represent the media and people surveilling his every move not only aesthetically pleasing, but also a perfect choice for the poem. it looks almost dystopian? sorry if this doesn't make any sense, i tried, love your posts <3
That is really sweet of you to say! Thank you 💛
It's really just the fact that I LOVE a good aerial view & like to use pictures with a lot of movement in them so there's some kind of "flow" between the different panels.
(& also I stick to one team & one uniform if I can so the colours are cohesive. but these are not Hard And Fast Rules. I just like the edits to look a certain way because I'm Picky)
Using Teju Cole's work makes this a little more difficult as well, because Blind Spot is not a poetry collection but a photo book. The lyrical essays that accompany the photographs are poetic but not necessarily poetry? The short sentences, clear punctuation, lack of flexibility in terms of line breaks also means that the "rhythm" of the text is so very different from that of the other poetry posts. It cuts sharply from one sentence to the next and the same thing then ends up happening with the pictures. It kinda gives the edit a "snapshot" feel I think.
I like the idea of it being dystopian though!! The surveillance, the failure of government but also this idea of the world ending is very cool and fits very well!!
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HEHEHEHE
So so, Scenario
A teenager or someone older comes into the the daycare unexpectedly, Looking for a place to perhaps hide from someone or something —
What would the boyos do? Would the kids help? :D
ALSO I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A VERY GOOD WHATEVER TIME IT IS FOR YOU !! YOU'RE VVERY COOL /P /POS
Why do these only show up on Wednesday I’m losing my mind help
IT IS 4AM AND I AM THRIVING I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER AND I APPRECIATE YOU YOUR ASKS MAKE ME SMILE EVERY TIME /pos
I AM LIVING FOR THIS QUESTION TOO RAR
Sun would ask what is chasing them first. They’ve been pranked by kids before like this, and often tend to make sure that this is a real issue before jumping into action. Once it is confirmed that it’s not a joke, however, both boys work together to figure out a plan.
The kids often insist on helping, since Sun and Moon seem so stressed dealing with this all on their own. Sun usually tries to disengage them, but it rarely works. The first time this happened, the kids actually came up with a plan that ended up becoming the official protocol, and would be used for times like that going forwards.
The kids took blankets, pillows, sleeping mats, and toys into the play-structures, and hiked, single-file, to the mid-section of the towers. Blankets and pillows are used to line the inside of the protective bars on both sides of the bridge, and cover the area around there, as well. Sleeping mats are used to cover the bars along the sides of the bridge, and this effectively cuts off sightline to the second floor of the play-structures, as well as all the area along the bridge. It looks like a kid-made fort from the outside.
But on the inside, the kids line the space with toys and any remaining comfort items. They make it as cozy as possible. They also grab some snacks and juice boxes before presenting their idea to Sun.
Oh, he nearly cried.
The poor teen is loaded into the play-structures and transported between them every half-hour so that they can’t be caught in just one of them, since just one being boarded up would look a bit suspicious.
The teen is also given snacks, comfort from the kids, and some comfy blankets and pillows to lean on when naptime comes.
When Moon comes out, he checks the teen over and fusses about them for at least ten minutes. No matter the age, Moon will play father, just as Sun did. Moon makes sure the teen is comfortable, isn’t hurt, and feels safe enough to rest. If they don’t feel safe, Moon offers them a place right beside him, to which they usually accept, since they’re scared out of their mind by that point.
The kids crowd around them like guards. They usually end up sleeping in a pile.
Now, if this perpetrator actually entered the daycare in search of the teen? Hell breaks loose. Sun would kindly ask them if they have a child to pick up, quickly come to the conclusion that they, in fact, do not, and then promptly ask them to leave or be removed by force. He usually inputs their name into the pizza-plex’s blacklist, as well, so that if they are caught on the premises again, they will be arrested.
He also reports them to the nearest police station as a possible kidnapper, pedophile, stalker, exc. based upon the teenager’s report.
Moon, however, is not so kind. He makes the intruder’s entrance into a game. He often lines the kids up along the bridge with toys, books, throw pillows, or whatever else he can find. Each child is given one or two things as they are lined up along the firing line.
When this person enters and is confirmed to be the individual after the person they are protecting, Moon tells the children that it’s time they show their ‘new friend’ out.
The kids start pelting the person as the doors are locked behind them by Moon. By this point, he has already called the cops.
Upon the law’s arrival, the assailant is usually covered in bruises. Moon tells them that he was only doing what was necessary to protect both the kids and the victim.
On a few special occasions, either Sun or Moon opens the front doors years after incidents such as this. A familiar face, a familiar name…a new worker stands there, usually sporting a small, warm smile. They remember that smile, that same face filled with relief moments before preparations would begin. Too keep them safe was their first priority, both brothers agreed.
And now, that same face, years after that fateful day. Except, now they wear employee issued clothing, a logo that both boys know all too well.
“You helped me when I needed it. I heard that you’re kinda short handed around here. Mind if I return the favor?”
Through tears, they would hug their new coworker. They don’t really focus on the extra hands, no- they’re more focused on the important things.
Their old friend is still safe. And suddenly, that realization that everything will be okay settles into the atmosphere as both brothers lead their newest and oldest friend into their new workspace.
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