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2023 / 2024 Update : Cali’s innovative work is included in upcoming documentaries and Cali Lili Indies is preparing Cali’s next movie & album (TBA)
Movie Review 2022 Times Square Chronicles
Cali Lili’s : Eve N God This Female Is Not Yet Rated (with original soundtrack)
Movie Review 2022 Times Square Chronicles
Cali Lili ‘s Oscars 2020 ContendereVe N’god this female is not yet rated
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"Well, hello little one." the queen sighed dreamily to the little grub approaching her.
She smiled a sleepy smile and chuckled. How long had it been since she wobbled her way into the creche on weary, rubbery legs and flopped to the floor in a most undignified 'sploot'? It felt like it had only been a few minutes but she had closed her eyes. Maybe she had dozed off? No. She could hear in the nearby chamber, Twilight was still drawing the bath for them.
AH. Hearthswarming night. She purred, reviewing the sensations in her hearts. They had spent some rapturously wonderful time lost in each other. They giggled. They nuzzled. They blathered on about anything, everything and nothing at all like teenaged foals, adrift in the vibrant ecstasy of being in love.
Yes! Then, Twilight had suggested a bath. While she had drawn the heated, perfumed water Chrysalis had wobbled her weary way into the children's creche to check on their youngest larvae. Now, here she was, splayed out on the floor on her abdomen with her plot in the air like a squashed spider.
A squashed spider with one of their infant daughters chittering into her snoot like a overjoyed puppy.
Her dual irises shifted and focused to take in the full emotional spectrum as she flickered the air with her tongue, tasting for the tiny grub. She extended her crown of antennae and expanded her consciousness to it's normal place in the hive mind's nexus. Reaching out through the nebulae of stardust and memory she examined the forming consciousness, the shape of thoughts, feelings, experiences, new as they were. In her understanding of the world, this was the true shape of a changeling.
Ah. Now she recognized this one. RGMF19. Reconnaissance Guard, Mobile Forces, Unit one, Operative nine- OR as Twilight would call her "Ragamuffin".
She gave a pleasantly resigned sigh. It was a minor annoyance, this naming convention, yet another instance of pony-kind forcing their concept of normalcy on another species. Ethnocentrism was an unfortunate habit the ponies were still struggling to unlearn. Still, Chrysalis understood that it comforted her beloved wife to assign individual names to their daughters. Twilight lacked her expanded set of senses and connection to the hive mind it was the only way she could easily differentiate between their children which was something of a necessity in motherhood.
The tiny grub stared at her with a brilliantly beaming smile and a tiny, squeaking hiss. She couldn't help but chuckle in return. Even a pony could easily tell that she was one of her new hive of drones, sired solely with Twilight's love. As opposed to all previous changelings, the little one's eyes were large and violet, like their ponymother, sparkling with intelligence and curiosity. The long, inky eyelashes framing her eyes flicked at the base of her ears. Her ears were also unusually long, like those of a rabbit. The segments of her caterpillar-like body were decorated with a trail of lavender spots, cascading along her backside like the petals of a flower.
Her clutch was so different from all which had come before them.
"One thing is for certain. Your life will be a better one."
The mighty queen gave the little grub a nudge with her snoot, rolling her over on her back. She tilted her head slightly to contemplate the wiggling little thing. She was so fragile, so frail, yet so formed by the love of her precious, irreplaceable bride- so strangely, paradoxically powerful in the promise of a new, better tomorrow for her kind.
"You will never have to hide in the shadows as your predecessors. You will never have to fear others simply knowing you exist. Their fear of you being what you are will not threaten to starve you out. You will walk in the light and they will accept you as you are. In this world which we are building, your ponymother and I, this New Equestria, your birthright is one of unimaginable power and possibility. They will love you- as your mothers love you, daughter of The Hive."
Her forked tongue flickered out and gave a playful spree of butterfly kisses to the tiny changeling babe sending it into a fit of wiggling hisses and clicking.
"Happy Hearthswarming, my Ragamuffin."
Chrysalis gently lifted the little grub in her jaws and placed her in a strand of webbing near her sleeping clutchmates. With a small nuzzle goodnight, she quietly turned to stumble away, leaving the nursery chamber to return to her wife's embrace.
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Story Time:
My personal connection to Captain Nemo.
I married this man from India. He’s the full package. Tall, dark and handsome…sort of broody until he warms up to you, then he’s a total cinnamon roll. He’s also adventurous, has compelling leadership qualities and a penchant for humanitarianism, which is one of the main reasons I husband’ed him. We’ve been bound in holy matrimony for many a year, and he’s aged like fine wine.
Early on in our relationship I read 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. I couldn’t put it down! At night I would dream about being on board the Nautilus. Furthermore…I was immediately smitten with Captain Nemo.
Like, DANG. I actually got flustered reading TKLUTS. He’s first introduced with three paragraphs describing how handsome he is, with a commanding presence, swarthy features and “finely-tapered hands.” In Professor Aronnax’s words, “Certainly the most wonderful physical specimen I'd ever met up with.”
As the story progresses, he’s shown to be level-headed under pressure, a great leader, and, of course a brilliant mind. My little ol’ heart could hardly handle it when he saved that pearl-diver’s life…or when he smuggled gold to the revolutionaries in Crete. And it did NOT help when he would have an passionate outburst, or break down in tears at the sight of a human life being taken.
Like, JULES FREAKING VERNE...he made Captain Nemo SO HOT…and for what?!
Now obsessed with this literary figure, I simply HAD to find out his elusive backstory. A brief Google search revealed another Jules Verne book, “The Mysterious Island,” which promised to answer my questions. Upon reading “The Mysterious Island,” I was hard-hit by the tragic tale of the deposed Indian Prince Dakkar, alias Captain Nemo who lost his family during the rebellion of 1857, then built a futuristic submarine in secret with his faithful followers, and dedicated his life to science…and revenge.
Wait…WAIT a minute…Captain Nemo is Indian?
Captain Nemo is the name nationality as my husband?
I reevaluated everything.
The way people look up to him…the intelligent, constantly active mind…the thirst for adventure…the tender heart hidden under an exterior of emotional constipation…
...All wrapped up in one super handsome Indian man...
It was then I realized that I was besotted with a fictional character…who is a dead ringer for my OWN GOSH-DARN HUSBAND! You’re dang right that he’s the most wonderful physical specimen I'd ever met up with!
Upon re-reading TKLUTS I could attest that the way Captain Nemo reacts in any given situation is just how my husband would react if he had a penchant for engineering and undiagnosed chronic depression. I was flabbergasted that I hadn’t seen it before!
Practically slamming a copy of “20k League Under the Sea” in front of my spouse, I said, “THIS COULD BE US: we just need a submarine!”
AND THEN…
My husband’s close friend, a tech-y businessman, mentioned in passing that he was starting a new venture in making radio equipment for submarines. My husband said flippantly that he’s half-tempted to join his friend. (I doubt anything will come of it, BUT STILL!)
The moral of the story is…don’t hold out. Boys REALLY ARE better in books, so wait until you find the literary character of your dreams. It’s truly a joy to hold his finely-tapered hands.
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"Making #HERstory She wasn’t kicked out of Eden - She WALKED out” ©️ ; Cali Lili #IndieBarbie SustainableMovies ™️ #mybodymychoice #AllFemaleCrew #BLM #LGBTQ #ClimateAction eVe N’ god this female is not yet rated ™☯️ #innovator ; #IndieAuteur
2023 / 2024 Update : Cali’s innovative work is included in upcoming documentaries and Cali Lili Indies is preparing Cali’s next movie & album (TBA)
Movie Review 2022 Times Square Chronicles
Cali Lili’s : Eve N God This Female Is Not Yet Rated (with original soundtrack)
Movie Review 2022 Times Square Chronicles
Cali Lili ‘s Oscars 2020 ContendereVe N’god this female is not yet rated
” dream…
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"Oh Twiiiliiiiight" Chrysalis purred.
The Changeling Queen-Mother teased her wife, wiggling her festively-adorned plot side to side. The sleigh bells on her legs jingle-jangled adding a jolly holiday soundtrack to her sultry display.
Queen Twilight fluttered closer, the smile of a very happily married mare stretching across her face. "Yeeees?"
Chrysalis peered over her shoulder with a coy grin. "You knoooow... I've been thinking about this little 'Hearthswarming' tradition of yours." She whipped her tail about and gave a saucy stomp of her jingle-jangle hindlegs. "In trying to adapt our pony people's rather unusual customs to better fit our changelings I feel I may have come up with some new ways to celebrate..." She gyrated about teasingly, accenting each of her points with a playful bounce of her festive flanks. "...keeping with your traditions of giving gifts, sharing warmth and sponsoring good will between our peoples..."
Twilight drew close. Her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed into a smoldering, mischievous smile. "Please, oh dark, mysterious queen, won't you tell me more about your people's ways...?"
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1:A song you like with a color in the title, 5:A song that needs to be played LOUD, 21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title
1:A song with a color in the title
Blueprints For Our Failed Revolution by The Ruffled Feathers
Sorry I cheated on this one. I can only recall one other song I know with a color in the title but it is also my answer to 21.
5:A song that needs to be played LOUD
Empty Space by The Narrative
This song isn't anything special musically, but I really like the drums and the vocals in it just feel like they are meant to be Loud.
21:Favorite song with a name in the title
Bruno is Orange by Hop Along
Fun narrative music! Also the only song I can recall with a name in the title that I actually like.
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