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vjestyca · 5 years

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Well tell us more about your OCs :)

since there’s only five on that list and i don’t see any more of these asks coming in i’m just gonna lay down the basics. because i love them.also tagging @haelens bc she wanted to hear about my digi-ocs.

cami ono / digimon.cami was one of my first ocs, though she has gone through a lot of changes over the years. i watched digimon and the digimon adventures movie so much that my mother wrote about how much she hated it. originally her partner digimon was gazimon (love those lil bastards), but the movie cemented my love for lopmon and terriermon. cami lives in japan with her mother and stepfather after her bio parents divorced, she hasn’t seen her bio-dad in years. she had a twin sister, ava, who died when they were ten. ava’s digipartner was terriermon, who disappeared when ava died. cami’s a bit of a quiet kid, but mostly an angry kid, she tends to act without thinking. she keeps a diary where she addresses the entries to her sister.

ikeda keiko ‘kei’ / digimon.listen, you have to understand, i make digimon ocs like an insane person. i see a cool digimon and i make an oc. kei is one of those because how could i not? it’s a bee digimon, it’s cute, i love it. anyway, ikeda keiko, aka kei, is the daughter of two very busy individuals. she practically raised herself and spent most of her summers at camp as to not be left home alone. she’s a little bit of a crybaby and not quick to anger, or really act at all. she didn’t really have any friends until the whole digi-plot.

also, yes, i did have cringy crests for both of these two, because i live to please myself.

peninnah ‘nina’ / dragon oc.nina is honestly one of my favourite ocs that i’ve written on tumblr. she’s a dragon oc that i put a lot into and i rped her for a while before i lost the log-in to both her blog and email. she’s about 4200 years old, an amphithere, has adhd, and was the youngest of nine siblings (neziah, tyrus, apollonia, damascus, tirzah, rhesa, rumah, nimrah, lydda). she was briefly married to another dragon named haylan and had a young daughter named synnove, but both they, nina’s siblings and nina’s parents were all killed by the king’s army. she was the only one to survive and went on to hoard stuff and run a pawn shop.

twyla lune / descendants oc.an entirely self-indulgent oc that i made after watching the first two descendants movies. she’s a light talent fairy and was ‘raised’, so to say, by zarina the pirate fairy. i wrote a whole ~15000 word story about how she got from pixie hollow in neverland to the isle of the lost. in short, she showed up on the isle, befriended harry and eventually uma and gil, was briefly captured by captain hook before being rescued. also she’s got a sword! and a magic necklace! like i said, self-indulgent.

penemue / good omens oc.actually one of my newest ocs because good omens is the only book i’ve finished in months. she’s minorly based on the enochian angel by the same name (who was technically fallen but fuck it). she’s an angel who spends a lot of her time on earth. she treats aziraphale like an older brother and crowley like half-a-friend, half-an-annoyance. she wasn’t directly linked into the apocalypse + devil’s son issue, as opposed to on the outskirts, wildly in disbelief that they’d managed to misplace a child so important. in the beginning, she taught humankind how to read and write; she was also invoked as a curer of human stupidity (seriously, that was one of the original enoch penemue’s things. curing stupidity). she had a girlfriend, mallory, that died and pen wears a carcanet that previously belonged to her. in current times, she has a new human gf named stacey.

#monstruomuses #[ this is long. shit. ]#[ anyway. i love my ocs ]#| tais ocs. ]#cant hear you over my internal monologue | tai answers. ]

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that-bookworm-guy · 5 years

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Character Creation Tag (Alexander)

@pens-swords-stuff did this and this looked cool so I thought I’d do it with my baby Alexander

1) What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.?)

The name. I knew he would be a bookworm too

2) Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

Nope, he was the first character and everyone else was built around him.

3) How did you choose their name?

always loved the name, since I was tiny. I never knew anyone called Alexander so I have no idea where I got the name from, but it was also a name I was considering when I came out as trans but it didn’t suit me, so my character’s name was born.

His last name is Fawn, which just came to mind and seemed to fit.

4) In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts?

Oooo so in the first book he loses his family. I wanted to really concentrate on his backstory at the start to show how normal his life was and how unprepared he was for everything to go tits up. Everyone has a special power and his is enhanced intelligence and he experiences everything from being able to read minds (Not a lot), to having visions about the future and hearing his powers voice. He wants to get rid of it, so I really wanted to show how much it affected him.

He has ADHD so I wanted to show that through his every day life and I made sure it was mentioned in passing. I wanted to show how he was in school because there are some important characters that come back from there.

His family were well off with house staff and technology because I wanted a clear contrast between his old life and his new life on the run.

5) Is there any significance behind their hair colour?

Nope

6) Is there any significance behind their eye colour?

Nope

7) Is there any significance behind their height?

Nope, he is average

8) What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story?

He has bad anxiety and depression. I didn’t want to hide it and I’ve had it all my life so I wanted to write a hero who had a mental illness and although it does slow him down, it doesnt stop him.

9) Are they based off of you, in some way?

The whole story came to be because I had a dream where my sister was taken and I had some kind of powers that helped me to get her back. This is basically the outline to the whole of book 1. So in a way yes.

Same with the anxiety and depression, a lot I wrote about it true and was how I was feeling at the time. I feel it made it more realistic to a reader that way.

I can be quite cheeky and was often got told off for it when I was younger, so I really wanted to include that element of fun into his character.

10) Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

I knew he wasn’t going to be straight. Whether he knew that about himself yet was another story. But it’s turning out to read like he is bi, so I will definitely be sticking with that.

11) What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: Writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

So there was a scene where he got caught and basically got beaten up but a police officer (They are all working for a corrupt government and know it). I knew I wanted him to get caught and I knew he was going to get treated like a mini adult (He is 13) and that it was going to be a massive shock to him.

But when I wrote that part, it seemed too light. He was basically being interrogated in a cell where they police have no rules.

Then it was too harsh, like way too harsh.

And he didn’t care if he died at this point, he thought he lost everything and in this situation he would have given up. I needed to give him a reason to fight, to be brave and not quit. He needed to get his sister back but thought there was no chance.

So I thought back to my anxiety. If i want something I can’t do it (like ask for sauce in a restaurant) but if my friend with anxiety wants it and can’t ask, you bet I’m going to try to ask for some.

So I put in his best friend (and the guy he may or may not have a crush on) with him, but he was beaten up worse. So he could find some will to fight again.

12) How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

Oh god I have planned this so much. SO basically I had it so well planned out that me @izzytheheartbrekker and @lantern-keeper had a half hour convo about how I could get my characters to break into this one building. All the reasons they gave couldn’t work because I basically wrote myself into a corner that made it so the ideas would not work at all. They needed to break into this building to find files. The files can only be found in this building, I tried to move them but they just didn’t make sense to be anywhere else because of how I wrote the first book and the characters. But they are on the run and trying to lay low so have no reason to enter this building at all.

They can’t just walk in. It’s guarded because of how I wrote the building in the first story. It was basically a suicide mission. But the character’s traits also held an issue. They wouldn’t break in for fun or a dare.

I did work it out in the end.

But their story is always going and I have ideas that will never get put into the story. I have everyone’s back stories wrote that I could form another book on

13) If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

Anxiety. Anxiety controls his life. He wouldn’t do certain things or act certain way because of it.

He loves his sister, in the book I’m currently writing (book 2) I know the first few chapters are missing their interactions. Everything that happened in book 1 was because he was trying to get his sister back, I need to remember that.

14) What is something about your OC that can make you laugh?

His cheekiness, he always answers back, and he doesn’t always mean to.

15) What is something about your OC can make you cry?

His love for people. I cried when I wrote the scene his sister got taken, because I know how much his life revolves around her.

‘“Trust me.”

These were the last words that Alexander said to his little sister before… well you’ll see.’ - start of chapter 9

‘Rosia didn’t look so sure. She ran towards her brother and leant against his chest. He wrapped his arms around his little sister and lent over her like a shield. Protecting her from the world outside of his warmth. If he could take all the pain away from her, he would in a heartbeat. She didn’t deserve this, she didn’t deserve any of this. His shirt felt wet against his skin and he realised they were the tears of his sister. He bent down and rested his hands on the side of her shoulders, before leaning forwards and gently kissed her forehead. Looking into her watery eyes, he tried to smile bravely. He couldn’t bare to see his sister so scared. He wiped away her tears with his sleeve and held her against his chest once again.

“We’ll be alright Rosia. We’ll make it somewhere safe tonight and then we will get away from all of this.”

Rosia lifted her head and looked at her protector. With her face red, eyes puffy and gently sobbing, she opened her mouth and gently whispered one word.

“Promise?”

Alexander stood up and held out his hand.

“Trust me.”’ - end of chapter 9, book 1

WHY DO I DO THIS?

16) Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

I want him to be an arsehole sometimes, like it would be easier to write, but he is just so darn nice and lovable.

17) What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

He doesnt want to burden anyone, he is struggling and didn’t tell his best friend. His talent has grown out of control.

“He’s been repressing his power which means he isn’t focusing it, which means it’s growing and every time he relaxes the hold even a tiny bit, that will happen” He pointed to Alex. “and it’s only going to get worse the longer he does it. And by longer I don’t mean days, I mean hours. His mind is developing at a fast pace just as teenagers brains do, except quicker. Christ Alex we’ve spoke about this and you didn’t listen.” Theo was becoming clearly more and more agitated by the second.

“You spoke about this, without me.”

Theo looked at Alex, who looked like he was about to blackout again any second. He calmed down a bit, feeling sympathy for him. “He didn't want to worry you.”

Jathan turned to Alex, “You’re my best friend, I want to know if you’re suffering I want to help Alex.” He turned back to Theo “Isn’t this why we placed the seal in the first place so he wouldn’t lose control. Can't we just do that again?”

“You saw what happened the first time we can’t risk that again.”

“What will happen if he continues to repress it?”

“Worse case scenario, it takes over, he can’t take it, his brain shuts down. But that’s if he doesn’t give up first”

“He dies? Shit, Okay, okay and best case?” He inhaled deeply.

“It takes over, it leads his life for him until he goes mad.” He paused. “Then his brain shuts down.”

“That’s exactly the same just worded differently.”

“It’s exactly the same apart from one takes longer.”

“I am still here, and I can hear you.”

Jathan turned to Alex quickly “Shut it, you don’t get a say in this after you didn’t listen the first time.” He turned back to Theo. “So what do we do?” (First draft)

18) What is your favourite fact about your OC?

“I think the scars showed that you survived, you fought and you won. They show you were brave, that you’re stronger than you think. You got these scars so Haylan and Leo didn’t get any. That’s incredibly brave.You’re incredible…. bly brave.”

Alex looked back up and saw tears running down his face. He lunged forwards awkwardly and hugged him, succeeding in knocking him over. Jathan laughed in between sobs as Alex laid on top of Jathan.

He thinks he is smooth, but boy is he not.

I tag @immzies-adventures-through-books and anyone else who wants to do this because I have been lacking on the writeblr side so I’m not sure who writes anymore and I also tag @phantom-solitaire because they are reading my first book currently so I want to show them more of my baby

#writing #writer

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haylanmakesstuff · 5 months

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Gaming Table

This customized gaming table was probably one of the more challenging things I've ever taken on; I had no experience doing anything similar and there was A LOT to learn during this process. It was made as my BFF's wedding gift.

Finished Product:

It functions as a normal coffee table until you take the top off. Inside is a fully felt lined gaming table, complete with the tabletop becoming a giant chalkboard.

First, this required thrifting a suitable table that met my needs. Here is the as-is table before any alterations:

First, we had to take the top off. Wooooo, Spring Break!

Next, and the worst and longest part, was sanding. Sanding, sanding, sanding. and more sanding.

What's happening here? I have no idea. I apparently felt it was necessary to take 6 similar pictures posing like this though.

You can see we have now built in the new bottom of the table, and added the sides. This took a lot of math that I have wiped from my memory.

Of course, the paintjob was my jam. Emerald green and black are her favorite colors.

The felt gaming surface was the last piece added, after a good protective coating. Now a shot of the finished table with the top off you saw earlier!

#custome gaming table #gaming table #gamer #role playing games #d&d #game night #game knight #handpainted furniture #haylan makes stuff

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haylanmakesstuff · 1 year

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Ugly Sweater

I made this sweet thing for an ugly sweater party for work. Of course, a typical sweater with garland and tensile stapled to it won the contest, but I feel like I won when I sold it online for a pretty penny later. This is felt and embroidery on a thrifted sweater, 2016.

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and of course, it wouldn’t be complete without an awkward school photo of me in it:

#ugly sweater #ugly sweater party #ugly xmas sweater #ugly christmas sweater #ugly jumper #xmas jumper #ugly xmas jumper #ugly christmas jumper #embroidery #felt #felt work #cats being bad #cat sweater #cat jumpber #christmas cats #christmas tree cats #handmade crafts #haylan makes stuff

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haylanmakesstuff · 11 months

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Jem and The Holograms film: Synergy

for three years and 5 days I spear headed a ridiculous project; a Jem and The Holograms fan film. I edited, directed, made music, designed costumes, did make up, made props, kinda sorta everything, along with the help of my amazing novice movie making coop, Homespun Horror, who all donated their time for free so graciously for this and all of our other projects. I’ll share props and pieces of this film and others over time. Today, let’s look at Synergy, a mastermind AI who makes Jem who she is.

Here is the original machine from the cartoon:

Here is a look of the no-secrets, flash on one I made for our movie. It’s probably the roughest prop we’ve ever used that wasn’t literally a can of Bean with Bacon Soup from the cabinet. It was just me and some old carboard boxes and a steak knife in the garage.

Of course, it looked a lot better in its intended lighting of near total darkness, so she can light up.

Synergy was made pretty quickly from spray painted cardboard, an old keyboard, LED lights, scraps of whatever worked. It was placed in front of a TV that played the previously recorded footage of our actor.

This was the only crowd funded project we ever made, and even what we raised didn’t cover the costs of filming/completing the movie. We were on a super tight budget, as we always were, so we made do. But honestly, we’ve always made B-Movies gorilla style, and it was really part of what made it so fun.

I’ll be posting more stuff from this fan film over time. You can always check out the finished film and the bloopers on youtube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RoBuU3uGsY&t=6s

#jem and the holograms #jem #80s cartoons #80's cartoons #hasbro #jem fan film #synergy #it's showtime #jem and the holograms fan film #live action jem #live action jem and the holograms #homespun horror #haylan makes stuff #AI

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haylanmakesstuff · 1 year

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Old Tricks

This isn’t normal art, this is the art of trickery. A long time ago in high school, I decided to go to my senior portraits in disguise. Normally, I looked like a weirdo. No regrets! I’m still a weirdo. I looked like these two pictures throughout school:

I thought it would be really funny to disguise myself as someone else when I went into to take my senior yearbook photo (I had a shaved head at the time). The photographer was very suspicious of my wig and even rubbed the texture between her fingers when she “needed to adjust my collar”.

When the yearbook came out, I heard some jock bullies of mine talking about how they didn’t know the girl in the picture, but she was HOT. Jokes on you, losers! So many friends and teachers came up to me worried my picture had been mixed up and replaced with whoever this girl was. Just took a wig, fake boobs, contacts, make up I never wore - The drama!

Ironically, a while later as an adult when I got laser surgery to get rid of my glasses, let my hair grow out dark, and grew boobs, I didn’t look unlike these disguised photos. Trick’s on me!

#master of disguise #yearbook photo #yearbook picture #senior photo #senior picture #class of 2003 #trick or treat #tomfoolery #haylan makes stuff

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haylanmakesstuff · 1 year

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For Sale: Unique Ghost Box

“Portraits of my Friend” is a six sides box, hand painted, and one of a kind. It’s available on Etsy (https://www.etsy.com/shop/HaylanMakesStuff). Each side of the box and the inside are completely different from one another!

It’s an upcycled box, with acrylic and colored pencil to create the design. I wanted to consider what a ghost would do while they spend all their time trapped in the haunted house to which they are bound.

It opens up to reveal 4 little box containers inside.

I have really enjoyed creating all the Halloween boxes and clocks in the last few years, and I really, really an in love with this one.

#portraits of my friend #haylan makes stuff #ghost box #haunted house #goth decor #gothic decor #halloween decor #handpainted halloween #halloween all year #one of a kind #ghost art #unique box #jewelry box #halloween jewely box #halloween box #orange is the new black #haunted house party

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haylanmakesstuff · 1 year

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Charlotte Charles, 2008

A painting from 2008, ‘Charlotte Charles’, the Lonely Tourist. I love the show Pushing Daisies, and have a few paintings inspired by it, and this one is almost a screen cap from an episode. This show is so clever and stunningly beautiful, it will always be a favorite.

This is acrylic on matte board.

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haylanmakesstuff · 2 years

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Special Update: Love from 1,416 Miles Away

Authors Note: This story was written about a season spent working in the Bighorn National Forest in Wyoming a prior year to the current Road Trip for a Cause. Enjoy!

Love from 1,416 Miles Away

As a seasonal ranger, I always get asked about how I came into this field, what my story was, and people are often surprised to hear that it keeps me away from my husband for months at a time. I hear things like, “Your husband lets you do this?” and of course there are men that won’t stop being pushy, too aggressively asking which campsite I’m in while I’m just trying to eat an ice cream cone.

Although this wasn’t my first season away, it was the longest yet. While I put my husband through university, he was first to spend time away as a wilderness ranger and wildlife firefighter in New Mexico. Then it was my turn, spending blocks of time in Hawai’i for several years until this position in Wyoming. The truth is, we miss each other deeply every day and if our bond wasn’t so strong, these stints wouldn’t be possible. We met the first day of 8th grade, in Mrs. Kamanzind’s history class. I was a strange one, and the whole day at this new school, he was the only kid who talked to me. I like to think it was the best decision he ever made. Friends from then out, we started dating at 19, and as I write this, that’s 18 years down. (Authors Note: Happy 20th Anniversary!)

While away for the season, we always did something special in order to see each other off and to make our time apart bring us together. One year I left a scavenger hunt for him; riddles to be solved leading from place to place. For me, he has grown increasingly romantic. Once he set up a fake subscription service with hilarious letters, including useful items for camping and self-care. In Wyoming, he wrote what had to be more than 40 notes and hid them throughout my belongings before I left. I found the first one the first night and it brought me to tears. By the time I was settled in at the staff housing of the National Forest, my unpacking seemed to have ferreted them all out, so I lovingly taped them to my wall with the photos I had brought along. The baby blue index cards woke me every morning and put me to sleep every night, with a hug and smile.

Wyoming exceeded my expectations with beautiful, unrelenting landscapes, and two months in I had explored my million-acre forest as fast as the snow had melted. I took my two-wheel drive hatchback places it was never meant to see. But part of why these seasonal jobs are fun is that they offer an opportunity for extended travel that otherwise I couldn’t afford. The only thing missing was him.

Up in the Big Horns there’s no internet, no phone service, no landlines. Contact with your loved ones is limited to wherever you go on your days off. I’d spend time under the blue notes taped on my wall writing letters and emails that wouldn’t be sent anytime soon. I finished writing my entry for the day, closed my computer, and prepared my backpack for a hike I had been excited to do, but had, until now, been snowed under. I couldn’t wait to see Bucking Mule Falls for myself.

I strapped my backpack on, clipped on bear spray, and headed out on my own. Each time I hike I remind myself that I’m breaking a cardinal rule of the outdoors by hiking alone, and never would recommend such a thing to the visitors I talk to everyday But, if I didn’t take the risk to travel alone, I wouldn’t get to see or do anything, and I certainly would never get to know this forest enough to effectively help other people. Instead, I prepared the best I could and always let my housemate know where I was going and when I’d be back – I didn’t want to end any trip by having to chop my arm off with a multi-tool, although I was always prepared with a multi-tool.

The trail was quiet and I was alone, just how I liked it. Lodgepole pine dominates this forest, standing tall and wavering in the slight breeze. Several times the tree enclosed trail opened up to nice views of forested hills and alongside the trail were rolling fields of wildflowers. I took my time at these, enjoying the mild sunshine, getting photos of each kind of flower and spotted a round, ambling bumble bee clambering on a radically vibrant penstemon.

At one point, the trees crowd the trail so heavily it becomes a solo hiker’s nightmare. Knowing it’s much harder to keep your wits about you in areas with little visibility, it’s much harder to be aware of any moose, bear, or people in the distance, so my senses heightened to be aware of the wind, unfamiliar sounds, and blind curves in the trail. Looking ahead I saw something white next to the path in the distance and I immediately knew it was some sort of skeleton. It flashed through my mind that it could be a fresh bear or cougar kill; unlikely, but then again, it’s still early in the season and this trail hasn’t been used much. As I approached it, I saw the oversized vertebrae of an elk with the pelvis and a few ribs still clinging to it. It was definitely not fresh enough to be worried about, so I continued on my journey.

Suddenly, a large crash and crack; something was rushing through the forest towards me at a high rate of speed. My hand swept to my bear spray, and I spun around – there was a thin and decrepit lodgepole pine falling from its century long sentinel to the forest floor, well enough away to be of no concern. That certainly is one way to get your pulse up on a hike.

I finally made it to the relatively undeclared destination, only marked by a few old Forest Service fence posts. A steep, short climb to the west, and I broke through the tree line onto a rocky precipice; the wind kicked up, the air dropped temperature, and the horizon opened up all around me. Crystal clear views down Cottonwood and Devil’s Canyon and on towards the Absaroka Range, and if our vision was limitless, to Yellowstone country. Sheer drops in every direction, it was a little scary for it to be so windy. I unclipped and eased my backpack off my shoulders, finding a gentle nook between some rocks. The sweat that had gathered between my back and the bag became assaulting, sending the chill straight through me. I’ve never been one to handle cold well as a Texas popsicle, so I slipped my fleece off the front of the bag and put it on as I turned to look for the falls. I was already enamored by the grand view, but looking down, the falls were there pumping out a wide and glorious stream of water from a craggy and wicked V-shaped valley at least 1000 feet below. I was overcome by that feeling of majesty and magic that I get once in a while in nature, where I feel supremely lucky to be having the experience in that very moment, and it always morphs into a longing that my husband is not there to see it with me.

I stared at the falls, watching the cascading water dwarfing the trees above it, thinking about how much he would have loved this view. The wind tossed my hair about and my fingers were growing cold. Sticking them in the pockets of my fleece, I felt the crinkle of paper and wondered what park pamphlet or hiking guide I had forgotten inside. I pulled it out and found it was neither; rather, it was a baby blue index card folded in half. Inside were the all-caps, chicken-scratch handwriting I had grown to love so much:

YOU ARE SO AMAZING!

I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW

PROUD I AM OF YOU!

I stared at it a moment, while a million questions ran through my head. How did I miss this for the last month? What tomfoolery is this? My eyes welled up when I realized I was almost always wearing my work coat, and this was probably the first time I had worn this jacket at all. It was there the whole time, and just as he was with me in my bunk, greeting me good morning and goodnight every single day, he was with me right now, standing on this howling precipice, looking at the picturesque falls. We were never truly apart; there was only distance on a map between us.

Above: Bucking Mule Falls.

Above: Haylan and Ashton’s most recent trip during their hike to the falls during Road Trip for a Cause

Above: Haylan very pleased to have conquered Bucking Mule Falls again in 2022, after being diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. Please check out www.justgiving.com/fundraising/roadtripforacause

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