#lots of cellphone use for these 21st century kids
Note
in light of gojo's unsealing, ive thought about diff cute scenarios
gojo being the type of person to get his mate's phone and snap hundreds of pictures of his face
this would probably never happen given gojo's privacy when it comes to his marriage but in a different world i can see this happening Gojo naming his alpha as "mochi seller' on his phone and Itadori seeing the message pop out from the lock screen and accidentally somewhat outing gojo's rs when he asks him in front of the other students why the mochi seller sent an ily message
the tender moments where gojo lets his infinity down or lets his alpha inside his infinity and he gets to relish in the warmth of their skin
the sappy things gojo's alpha has to sometimes do whenever gojo gets too rowdy and they need to placate him for whatever reason (re: alpha reading a map together with nanami scenario)
gojo sending his alpha a picture of two rocks by the sidewalk with the caption: 'us'
gojo asking his alpha if they would still love him if he was a worm and the alpha saying: "no<33"
Awww! These were really cute anon! Very happy ending which I feel like we're going to need a lot of in the coming weeks...
(Also I ran with it but why is their name "mochi seller" haha)
[Ao3 link for those who prefer chapters]
⬖ Photomaton
"Device storage insufficient, please move or delete files to make room?" you read, nonplussed.
Nobara sighed. "Sensei, I showed you how to do that weeks ago."
"I did do it." You frowned, opening up your files. Why were there so many pictures...
Nobara rolled her eyes at you and beat a hasty retreat when your hand went to your mouth as your face went warm.
There were rows and rows of photos, none of which you had taken.
Most of them were selfies, but some of them were obviously the result of Satoru propping the phone up and attempting to pose for the camera.
He must have been swiping your phone every time you left it sitting out or went to sleep. He didn't rest much, but there were so many, more probably than you'd been able to take in the last five years.
There wasn't much thought for such things when you only saw one another a handful of days every month. The focus had gone to managing the present, not on taking pictures. You'd only really thought to regret it after that terrible Halloween, when you worried you'd never see him again.
Some of the photos framed Satoru inside one of your homes. Others were almost ugly shots, taken way too close, or blurred with motion artifact. There were pictures of him haloed in the night glow of streetlights or washed out in the halogen light of a konbini. There were those made grainy with low light and some that took your breath away because he was nice looking.
Furtively, you looked up but were alone and you silently thanked your student's exasperated impatience. A few of the photos showed just too much skin to be exactly proper.
You thumbed down. The pictures were a story all their own revealing some of what Satoru did when alone and you savored the honesty. You had to keep apart from one another for so long.
The last thing in the camera roll was a video.
It opened with the shuffling sounds and the wobbling display of someone walking. Satoru wound around furniture in the darkened interior of your apartment.
"I'm home. You're asleep right now," he said lowly, "probably won't be later. I don't know how most people can sleep so much." He spoke half to himself, the deep night laying over his words like velvet.
There was the sound of the door to the little balcony opening and then the faint tinkle of the glass bells hanging from the eaves.
"Must be nice," he mused, "you get to miss a lot."
The image on the screen steadied as he rested your phone on the rail. The familiar view of the city resolved as faint golden starbursts of light. The rustling of Satoru's clothing faded until all you could hear was the faint rush of night wind and his breathing.
The video went on for over a quarter of an hour. You scrolled your fingers across the screen. He didn't move, the picture stayed the same. You leaned against a wall and listened to the last few moments, your heartbeat low and slow, your breath in sync with his from some time both here and long ago.
Satoru spoke, amused over the night-sounds:
"Don't delete this. I'll know."
⬖ Daifuku
"Good job," Gojo congratulated his dust-stained students as the veil fell.
Maki and Toge glared while Yuuji gave him a tired thumbs up from where he was laying on the ground.
"Dinner is on me tonight." Gojo ignored their halfhearted grumbling. "Decide where you want to go."
He anticipated a larger than normal ding to his wallet, but they'd earned it (and it wasn't as though he couldn't afford it). Beating this curse was no minor feat and it had been a particularly crafty one, which was why Gojo had gone with them just in case.
The students made noises of acknowledgement with varying levels of anticipation, but to no one's surprise, Yuuji was the first to roll over and dig around for his phone.
He tapped the screen and groaned.
"Sensei, mine's dead. Can I use yours?"
Gojo unlocked it and passed it over without a thought. He wasn't particularly hungry, the kids could figure this out without his interference for once.
"Um, Gojo-sensei?"
"Hm?"
"Why is a "mochi seller" reminding you to stop at the pharmacy and sending you heart emojis?"
With uncanny synchrony, Maki and Toge's heads turned to look at their teacher.
The phone in Yuuji's hand buzzed faintly.
"I love you?" he read, sounding alarmed.
Toge's eyes went a bit wide but a grin that curled a bit too much at the edges and showed teeth took over Maki's face.
"Text back," she said, scrambling to her feet.
With all her quickness, she swooped in and snatched the phone when Yuuji hesitated.
The phone buzzed once more.
"I'll be home by 8:30, probably," she read.
Gojo took advantage of Maki's triumphant look to slip the device from her grip.
"I knew it!" she pointed at him. "I knew you were hiding something."
"Grown ups hide lots of things," he replied blithely. He was confident none of the students could tell that moment had been more like someone walking over his grave.
It was not as though he intended to hide his relationship with you. Hide implied shame, concealment on the other hand had been security and was harder to let go of. There would come a moment when the kids prised the truth from him. He was not about to have that moment with his kids now, or hopefully ever, because they accidentally read his texts out loud.
Maki reached for his phone and he easily tipped out of her way, walking off and heading towards a neighborhood he knew (and the students did not) had a lot of very good restaurants.
He was silently very thankful when the implied threat of no food at all distracted the students. Or at least had Yuuji barreling past Maki and kindly dropping the matter in favor of promising to "only look at the map this time, was there a good katsudon place nearby?"
⬖ Goose Down
Satoru spotted you hunched over a rail with your umbrella open overhead, held in the crook of your elbow.
He could tell from the set of your shoulders that the summer sun was getting to you, despite the cursed tool taking a majority of the pressure off.
Your energy was butter yellow and burnt red and lithium pink, mixing slowly around your body as you slowly cycled power into the umbrella and the short sword held loosely in your hands.
Satoru ducked around a corner and took a peak at your face. Your eyes were closed.
Smirking quietly to himself, he crept around, Infinity a barrier between himself and the world. For just a little longer...
You jumped when he dropped it, nearly dropping your sword and automatically holding the umbrella high enough for him to fit under it.
"Hah-"
"Speechless?"
You gaped at him, mouth hanging open.
He nodded as if you'd just confirmed it. "This is what they don't tell you about marriage. Making someone's heart race is important even after the wedding. We'll probably be together forever at this rate."
You mouth closed and then went a little wobbly.
"It's hot," you finally said, miserably. "And it's too sunny."
He couldn't hold back his laughter as he stepped closer and folded himself around you. Your scent tingled pleasantly in his nose and your skin was warm from both heat and light, like a sun-warmed blanket.
"Oh," you said faintly, "you're cool," and you all but melted against him.
"You could just go inside," Satoru said. "I sent the students off on an adventure. We wouldn't be bothered."
"That sounds nice," you murmured, but didn't make any move away from him.
He didn't either. He didn't feel much like letting go yet.
⬖ Orange Kazoo
Sometimes, you reminded yourself through your already strained patience, Satoru just needed to be left alone to make noise.
For a moment, you considered begging him for just a little peace, but you knew he was doing this for your benefit. Shibata Kin was a difficult pill to swallow.
"I never expected anyone to send Six Eyes to join us."
It was the weakest and most recent of Shibata's barbs. The oily way he said it and the implication that anyone would dare to subordinate Satoru to this boot licker rankled.
Satoru crinkled the package extra loud on a bit of melon bread and smiled. "I was in the neighborhood."
He took a bite, chewed and swallowed while you flipped through the mission report on a clipboard.
You sighed, exhaling your worry, and handed it back. "Let's go then. It looks like all the victims disappeared from the same place so we should start there."
That place was a building that straddled a moderately busy subway station and stacked part of a shopping mall, a cluster of private clinics, and a cram school all on top of each other.
Satoru trailed behind through the store, stopping at kiosks and chatting with saleswomen, picking up and putting down objects.
You could feel Shibata's irritation transform into something far less internal as he turned to you.
"He's like a child," he remarked coolly. "Sure we shouldn't just ditch him? The curse doesn't sound that hard to deal with since I've got you."
When you ignored him, he kept talking.
"He shouldn't even be here," the man drawled.
You shrugged. "Well he is."
Shibata sourly appeared to swallow whatever else he wanted to say. You turned around to see where Satoru had gone to. The thought of being stuck with the bitter other sorcerer was worse than waiting for them to pick their bickering back up.
He waved a stuffed cat in sunglasses at you and nodded eager agreement when you pointed out a cute little sparrow holding an umbrella on a shelf behind him. Sometimes, it was best to just humor Satoru and play along.
When you turned back, Shibata Kin was gone.
Since you were all concealing your residuals from the curse you expected was in the building, you had no idea where he went.
You looked over your shoulder. Satoru was gone too.
Well.
You tapped your fingers over your pocket and then decided to let them go. Satoru always seemed to know where to find you and Shibata had called you here as backup. You should probably go kill what you were looking for before it nibbled on him.
Many fewer curses than you expected lingered in the shopping mall. They were bizarre places with as many secret passageways as an ancient castle. Away from the popular shops and crowds, it quickly grew quiet and the bright gleam of displays gave way to more neglected halls.
On your way, you passed a small bank of capsule machines. You crouched down, and smiled faintly to yourself. Abandoned in the furthest reach of the shopping mall, almost near to where a service entrance lead to another stretch of winding halls and tunnels, the items here were both ancient (by city standards) and ridiculous.
Packages of candy that still held their shine but were likely far past their expiration date sat beside tiny figurines of a frog-shaped toddler in a little red hat. You grimaced back at those and moved on.
Near the end of the row was a machine that sold tiny musical instruments, plastic and paper and probably terrible sounding, but it wasn't expired food or frog children. You stuck a few coins into the slot and turned the dial.
An acid green ball spat out from the slot.
You picked at the latches on its side while you found your way further and further into the little used corridors.
There was a flash of something, like a burst of camera illumination from behind a door on your right.
You slipped through it, pulling your blade free from its sheath at the small of your back, and emerged into a tunnel that looked to be connecting to the nearby subway station. Not far ahead, the darkened path split into two.
You flipped the sword around so its blunt edge rested against your forearm and sprinted, dashing across the intersection.
A blur of motion came at you. As it grazed by, you snatched at that movement and sprang into the air, high enough to crouch on the ceiling of the tunnel.
The curse was a near perfect twin of the one a little ways down the way the attack had come, which should have maybe been your first hint. The one that had come at you was grinning, its face a rictus mockery of a theater mask.
They both sat, crouched like toads. You feinted toward the one that had come towards you, and at the last minute flew down to the other, its mouth bent in a painted looking frown.
It backed up in surprise, but not far enough and your blade nicked through the face, which was hard like dense wood. The air around your other hand shimmered in heat, as you struck for the thing's cavernous eyes.
It emitted a furious, scolding gurgle that almost reminded you of some of the window teachers from high school, and swallowed the burst of heat before it could crackled around it into full flame.
You hardly had time to reinforce your body with cursed energy before you were blasted from two directions, letting the momentum carry you and trying to wrap the more opposing forces and the roaring sound of displaced air into your own cursed energy. But something about it resisted you, and you were unable to absorb as much of the attack as you usually would.
A racking shiver radiated through your body right before you were caught by a broad hand on your back.
"Hi," Satoru said sweetly.
"Hi," you panted, automatic, eyes still fixed on the curse.
"What's going on?"
You looked up at him with incredulity.
Hoisted in his other arm was the limp body of your other companion.
Satoru's head cocked to the side, curious as he looked at the curse.
"I don't know yet. I hit it and then--" the mask of the frowning curse was ash blasted and the notch from your first strike still there, but it was not as damaged as expected.
You regained your footing and stood upright.
"If I give it another go I think I can figure it out."
He tilted his head.
You sized up the two curses waiting outside the reach of Satoru's infinity.
"Oh." You reached into your pocket and handed him the green orb.
"What's this?"
"Dunno," you said with a faint smile. "I got it for you."
"Aww, you shouldn't have."
Maybe not. Satoru thinks gachapon are funny, you should show him the line of machines if you get out of here the same way you come in, then he can choose something himself. You still have a few coins on you.
You flew at the grinning curse, both hands on the hilt of your blade, cursed energy flashing into a point a good six inches out from where the metal itself ended.
You held, crystalizing your own movement for a moment and stared deep into the thing's empty eyes.
It twitched, and then its arm moved and you slashed downward, intending to cleave the limb away.
The blade hit, you knew it did. You were able to dodge the attack you anticipated from the smiling curse. The frowning curse in front of you struck back, almost at the same time.
You pulled on some of the reserved momentum you'd held back in your initial strike and barely twisted out of the way.
You lifted the gleeful cackles of the twinned curses from the air and tried to twist them into a crackling rope of flame to surround the grinning one again. As you had expected, the damage did not seem to completely take and you were forced to duck when a bolt of heat tried to sear your back, culminating in another blast that shook the tunnel and thew you once more.
"That's enough."
Satoru appeared at your side again, pulling you back behind the shield of his power when the curse's retaliation threatened to cut through you.
"This one's a bad match for your technique," he murmured thoughtfully.
"Is it reflecting through the faces?" you asked, catching your breath.
He hummed.
Absently, you realized you could scent the sharp, fresh smell of citrus on his breath - the smell of the biting orange flavored candy you'd shared with him on the train ride here.
"If it reflects yours too--" you trailed off. What you did was firmly in the realm of the "real" and Satoru's abilities were not. If this curse were to reflect back blue, or red, or heaven forbid purple... well you'd never seen or asked up until if Satoru could stop his own techniques. It seemed a tactical oversight in this moment.
Satoru stepped forward.
"Stabilize him," he instructed flatly. He'd tossed Shibata Kin's still body where he had been standing barely a minute before.
The curses had moved closer and pressed together, beginning to meld into one another before your eyes. The damage you had already done was fading further.
You knelt at Shibata's side, shaking back your sleeves. "You know this is going to poison him."
You carefully set two fingers underneath his right collarbone, and three a few ribs below his heart on the left and focused in on the flickers of electricity that powered a human body.
"Oh well." Satoru's grin was a baring of teeth. "He'll get over it better than being dead."
You could sense the arrhythmic flutter of Kin's heart, like the popping scatter of an overloaded lamp, like a fractured version of that flash you had sensed earlier.
"You know he was trying to set you up right?" Satoru asked as he batted away an experimental chunk of rubble the curse tossed his way with a flick of his wrist. The stone was aimed right for the face of the smiling curse and even as it hit, it seemed to bounce back, hitting Satoru's shield and falling to the ground.
You sparked a bit of your energy to pure electricity, sending it jumping from one side of Shibata Kin's chest to the other.
"It crossed my mind," you admitted, murmuring as you concentrated. "But I didn't pursue the thought."
Satoru snorted. Yes, alright it was more likely you'd decided thinking about it too hard was going to distract you from the mission but you were here anyway.
You counted the pulse of electricity between your fingers to your own heartbeat until Kin's matched, or at least matched better than before.
When you pulled your hands away, Satoru cracked his knuckles. It looked like he was going to go in for physical attacks.
"You might need to manage the tunnel," he said.
Yet another reason this was a bad match up, not just for you but for him. Satoru did best in wide open spaces where he had room to move and didn't need to worry too much about collateral damage. Dropping a ton of rock on your heads and collapsing the buildings above sounded like a thing that could happen.
You had barely pressed your hands to the ground when Satoru was off like a shot.
The curse wasn't that strong - a high end second grade or low level first grade at best given that it wasn't itself attacking to provoke a response - but it split into those two halves of itself and reformed again as needed to minimize the impacts Satoru rained upon it or flank him.
Limitless lay against his skin between each strike so he remained unmarked, but the cavernous space still rocked with noise and dust shook from the gaps between tiles. You steadied it best you could, absorbing the oscillations and dampening the noise.
It did not take long for the frowning curse to realize what you were doing and send the smiling one racing for you. With one hand on the ground and one on your sword, brimming with unspent potential, you raised the point.
"Nah ah." This seemed at once to you and the monster charging your way. Satoru appeared in its path and bodily kicked it away.
It did not take long after for the twinned curses to be dispatched. Although the only reason you weren't holding your breath is because you were gritting your teeth with the effort of holding the ground together and trying not to shake apart yourself.
Satoru in motion, in a fight, particularly when physical constraint demanded more of his ingenuity, was always a sight to behold.
He came back to you looking unfairly dewy post exertion, with his hair in a sort of windswept disarray, the fabric around his shoulders bunched up. He shrugged out the wrinkles and dusted off his hands.
Your briefly pressed a hand to his knee after you steadied the last tremor from the ground.
"Thank you."
Satoru tapped his forefinger twice against your temple as he walked by. "A feedback loop between you and that thing would have been very messy."
You stood up, swaying slightly.
Even though Satoru would have happily dragged Shibata to the exit point, you insisted on tugging him upright and at least moving him through the air to a place where the three of you could safely rest and call a car.
You had settled him against a wall and were calling Akari when he finally stirred.
"What happened?" Shibata asked weakly.
You turned around to look at him and from Shibata Kin's tepid expression and the sound of shifting cloth behind you, you assumed Satoru must have copied your movement.
Still, you gave him a faint smile and couched down beside him. He didn't have the strength to move away as you grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse. It was thready, but he'd be good enough to get the rest of the way above ground until an actual doctor could take a look at hime.
"We're all alive," you explained unnecessarily.
Shibata Kin's eyes moved from your face to over your shoulder. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip.
From behind you came a buzzing hum, somewhat approximating a sad tuba. Waa wa wa waaaaaaaa, it trailed off.
Satoru had a the wide end of a grape purple kazoo held between his teeth, his sunglasses already exchanged for the bandages he'd had wrapped around his eyes.
Only just in time, you ducked your face into your shoulder and hid a smile.
⬖ Pet rock
You were walking down some quiet residential street, trying to match the map to the trail of the curse you were tracking. It was not very intelligent, but it had a pernicious little ability to draw other curses to it under the banner of a powerful command. You'd been swatting third and fourth grades out of the air as you chased it, trying to wear down its arsenal.
It wasn't a terribly good strategy however and the thing had been winding its way through side streets to buy time. If you could get in closer, you could chop away at more of its train of screaming fears, maybe get a head start on the main peril. Thus the attempt at navigating and figuring out its destination so you could cut it off.
At least Hirano-san would be happy. Maybe. Culling curses required balance; they were their own little ecosystem. As long as the things aren't eating anyone, a certain amount of apex predators in an area could be a deterrent, like the old practice of putting powerful relics out like roach traps. Have the inevitable critters fight and eat one another rather than their human hosts.
A notification popped up over the map, and then another after it.
You felt your shoulders drop as you recentered yourself with a faint smile.
At your hotel later that night, you recalled that Satoru had sent you a message. You fell onto the bed, wrapped up in the hotel bathrobe.
It was... nice, knowing that someone was waiting at home for you. Or if not at home, he was still busy as ever, out there in the world somewhere, thinking of you. Weirdly normal.
The message was a picture. You blinked up at it. Two little rocks and a flower growing out of a crack in the pavement to shade over them.
>> ?
Almost immediately you saw three dots appear.
<< it's us!
Is it? you thought skeptically, looking at the picture again.
The dots again.
<< You don't think so :(?
Your phone was buzzing in your hand before you had even a moment to answer.
It startled you enough to drop the phone.
Owww
"You took so long to answer. This is photography, are you discouraging my new passion? It could go on a greeting card."
The word salad was meaningless and silly, weightless.
"I dropped you on my nose," you said, eyes closed as you rubbed the spot the corner of your case had hit.
"Were you that surprised by it?"
A pause.
"It's cute." The notion of it and the fact that he'd sent it to you was cute.
"It is cute right?" His voice was bright but not overly loud through the phone, for which you were grateful, already settling into warmth. "The flower is poisonous too."
You curled up on your side and held the phone close. Maybe he'd get lucky and you would find something cute to send back to him.
⬖ Puddle jumping
a/n: You have no idea how much googling I had to do to figure out what the prompt meant. I am not on the tick-tock app lol or, I've found, a fan of this meme... the implication that girlfriends ask useless questions as a rule seems sort of meh. So I mostly kept to my original response to this which was "i don't know what that is and honestly probably neither does alpha"
Satoru was herding you down the sidewalk, occasionally listing one way or the other to get you out of the way of other pedestrians. Sometimes he did it for the simple fascination of how you swayed along by him like you were on a tether. Even while you eyes were all but fixed skyward, you stayed roughly the same distance from him.
It was the first day of sun after days of rain and also one of the first days he had off with you in so many apart. He had been too restless the day before, back off a bad mission that had more to do with the desperate unpredictability of people than the intrinsic darkness of curses. You had not resisted him when he drew you out, stifled by the low clouds and humidity and longing for openness. Even with Infinity blocking the rain, it had felt like being closed in again.
Relieved of their burden, the clouds had gone from iron grey to diaphanous white and pealed up and away in swaths like billowing curtains. This is what you were watching - their retreat from the earth. They had come so low they wrapped around skyscrapers and telephone poles on their back to their usual place.
Satoru watched the drowned earth. You had cut through a tree lined walk. The rich soil was churned and muddy and the long bodies of worms that had been washed out or crawled up were strewn about.
Your and Satoru's steps made no mark as he stretched Infinity over and around the two of you. Neither of you tread upon those blind, waterlogged creatures.
Satoru stepped behind you to allow a cluster of high schoolers to pass and hid a faint wrinkle of his nose as they squealed and ran by, realizing they were stepping on some of the remains.
Your umbrella was folded and carried at your side, and you tilted your head back at him, looking a little sun-drunk. He smiled at you. He could see the reflection of the sky in your gaze.
He adopted a pout, snickering internally as you immediately seemed to regain some awareness and a wary anticipation entered your expression.
"Would you still like me if I was a worm?" he asked.
You blinked at him. "Is this one of those things you learned from the kids?"
He slouched a bit, crowding into your space. "Would you still love me if I was a worm," he wheedled.
"Are you turning into a worm?" you asked, slightly panicked, hand going to his arm as though to check if he was going as wet and floppy as the poor things on the ground.
"I'm going to turn into one if you don't answer my question."
The last of the distracted fog lifted from your eyes as you shook yourself. You took his hand and pulled him close to let another couple pass you on the walk. They inclined their head in thanks.
There was no rush to get where you were going and you tugged him along a smaller path that cut under a row of thick-branched trees so you could walk side by side unimpeded.
"I still liked you when you were a semi-sentient six sided die," you pointed out, smiling slightly.
"It's not the same," he whined a bit, drawing out the words in a sing-song fashion.
"Isn't it? I'm not sure a die eight kilometers under the ocean is more useful than a worm."
"Hmph."
"Although I really hope the worm thing is hypothetical."
"Why?"
"Because with our luck that would mean I'm a worm too."
Satoru huffed a faint sound of amusement. "Nooo. You'd still be some kind of bird." He patted your back. "Don't worry I'll make sure to crawl out late so you can still be in time to eat me all up."
"... Are you propositioning me or telling me to hurry up?"
"Walk faster or I'll step on the backs of your shoes."
You did. The two of you walked faster and faster until you were all but chasing one another out of the park, laughing lightly as you dodged the spots of wet on the ground.
#ask answered#thanks for the little prompts#i started writing these when I felt a bit drained and it was nice to have some short things to work on#...I might have gone a little nuts with the banners whoops#also battle scenes always take forever to write it's good practice but ugh#that's why orange kazoo is so long#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#lots of cellphone use for these 21st century kids#jjk#omegaverse#but no mention of omega/alpha so it's like another implied omegaverse thing i'm bad at this#alpha!reader#got it in before midnight my time so still Wednesday!#from the notebook
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here to stay (Rhett Abbott x OC)
Summary: Rhett catches one of Tessa's boys doing something he shouldn't and he decides to step in.
Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC (Tessa Abernathy)
Word Count: 3112
Warnings: supporting oc characters, an attempted theft but nothing serious, skipping school, rhett being so in love already
TWO | THREE | FOUR
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The sun was bright and beautiful that Thursday morning, the Wyoming sky stretched in infinite blue. As Rhett drove into town, he could see the mountains far off in the distance — high peaks topped with snow. It was probably one of the last warm days before the weather finally turned completely into autumn. The winds picking up across the plains and the forests turned to brilliant shades of orange, yellow, and red.
But as he passed the sign by the side of the road that officially welcomed him into the city of Wabang, his gaslight came on.
He knew it would happen, it was one of the reasons he drove into town in the first place. That and using the internet cafe to sign up for the next rodeo that was passing through.
No matter how much he and Perry begged, there was no way their dad was getting home internet installed at the ranch. The man still didn’t even have a cellphone, and just installing a cable dish was like pulling teeth. No matter how much Rhett and Perry tried to bring the ranch into the 21st Century, Royal Abbott liked things the old fashioned way.
Some days, Rhett thought he was just determined to run their ranch, and by some extension their family, into the ground.
The gas station was empty, considering the hour. All the farmers and ranch hands were still out in the fields, kids were still in school and parents at work. And no one was ever passing through Wabang. It was just another stop on a road to nothing. So Rhett had his choice of pumps as he pulled into the lot.
After making his choice, closest to the Smart Mart, he went inside to pay.
“Hey, Rhett, how’s it goin’, kid?” Mr. Myers greeted as the bell above the door chimed.
“Hey.” Rhett threw up a hand to the old man behind the register, then he gestured back at the coolers lining the wall. “Gonna grab a drink real quick.”
Mr. Myers nodded, and Rhett turned down one of the aisles. Trying not to get distracted by the Slim Jims or the pork rinds lining the shelves.
Or the teenage boy lurking around the candy. Rhett checked his phone — it was only one o’clock. No way the kid was out of school yet. The boy glanced up at Rhett as he passed him by. Scrawny, backpack slung over his shoulders, dark hair, brown eyes large and full of suspicion locked on him until Rhett looked away first. And that’s when it hit him.
He recognized that kid — he was one of Tessa’s boys.
One of the few he met when they ran into each other a few weeks back. He was picking up something from the bank and she was taking a few of the boys out shopping for new shoes. They only stopped to talk for a minute, two teenagers lingering behind her back and throwing him dirty looks.
But that kid had definitely been with her.
Rhett grabbed an energy drink from the cooler. And he looked back just in time to see the kid snatch a candy bar from the shelf and stick it in his jacket pocket. Rhett looked back up into the boy’s face, only to be met with an unreadable brown eyed stare. Again, Rhett looked away first.
He didn’t exactly know what he should do. Eyes locked on the floor and fingers tapping against the cold can in his hand as he made his way back towards the register. Clearly the kid was skipping school and he just stole something. But was that really any of Rhett’s business? It sure as hell wouldn’t have been before. And he wasn’t entirely sure if it was his connection to Tessa, whatever it may be, that made him feel like he should do something in the first place. No. It was the fact that he could see himself in that kid.
All that anger. All that apathy. All that wondering what the hell the point was when he was going nowhere fast.
In some ways he still felt all of that. But he was old enough now to realize what he needed back then. What might have helped him become a better man. Someone to encourage him. Someone to be gentle with their sense. Someone to tell him that everything was going to be okay.
And if in that moment he was it for that kid — who was he to just turn a blind eye?
When he made it up to the register, Mr. Myers wasn’t looking at him with the usual smile hidden by his thick white mustache. Instead, his bushy eyebrows were furrowed low over his eyes as he looked at something off to Rhett’s left. He had a pretty good guess as to what it could be. Rhett set down his drink, pulled his wallet from his back pocket to pay for it and the gas.
“Hold on, Rhett,” Mr. Myers grumbled.
Then the old man rounded the corner with a shout. Rhett turned, and Mr. Myers had the boy by the arm — his other hand buried in the kid’s jacket pocket.
“Ah-ha!” Mr. Myers exclaimed as he held up the candybar. “Try to steal from me you little — “
Rhett didn’t even realize he had anything to say, that he was going to step in, until his mouth was already open and words were coming out: “He’s with me, Trip. I’m payin’.”
Mr. Myers shot him an unbelieving look, then glanced down at the kid one more time — who just glared right back before ripping his arm out of the older man’s grasp. Mr. Myers kept the candy and brought it back around behind the counter so Rhett could pay. Out of the corner of his eye, as he said which pump and how much money he would like to pay, Rhett made sure the boy stayed put. And he did. Hands in his pockets as he stared down at the floor, shifting from one foot to the other anxiously.
“Have a good one,” Mr. Myers spoke warily as he glanced at the boy one last time.
But Rhett paid him no mind as he took the drink and the candy and walked out the door. The kid trailing after him at a distance. And Rhett didn’t look back as he walked over to his truck, trying to think of how the hell he was going to handle this now that he was in it.
“Hey!” the kid called out from behind him. “Gimme back my candy, asshole!”
Rhett tucked the bar of chocolate into the breast pocket of his flannel, drink set in the bed of his truck, as he undid the gas cap. “Pretty sure it’s mine now — paid for it.”
“And I stole it fair and square!” the boy replied, stood near the tailgate with his chin raised.
“You got caught fair and square,” Rhett laughed back, inserting the nozzle and beginning to pump the diesel.
“Whatever,” he grumbled back, “Can I have it back?”
“Ya could at least say thank you for savin’ your ass.”
“You didn’t save my ass.”
“Yeah, I did.” Rhett replaced the nozzle and closed the gascap. “Trip caught ya. If it weren’t for me, he woulda figured out where ya live and he woulda called Tess — “
The kid stood a bit straighter, his chin dropping for the first time. “You know Tess?”
“Yep. Don’t think she’ll be too happy when she hears ya ditched school,” Rhett said, grabbing his drink and leaning his forearms across the side of his truck.
“You don’t know she’ll find out.”
“No, I don’t. But…She seems like the type to always find out eventually.”
The kid looked down completely and Rhett knew he was right. The corner of Rhett’s mouth ticked up in a smile as he took a steading breath. His heart pounded in his chest. He had no idea what he was doing, what words were going to come out of his mouth next. He just hoped they were helpful and maybe they were kind.
“What’s your name, kid?” Rhett asked quietly.
“Wyatt,” he replied, new shoe scraping against the pavement. “Wyatt Beeman.”
“Come on, I’ll take ya home — if ya want.” Rhett nodded his head towards the cab of the truck.
He didn’t look back as he opened the driver’s side door and climbed inside. It was entirely Wyatt’s choice. Rhett knew he was a stranger to him, and he didn’t want to force him into doing something he was uncomfortable with. He would understand if the kid just walked away. He slammed his door shut with a sigh, drink nestled in a cup holder and keys in the ignition. For a moment, he thought this was the end of it. He half expected to look in his rearview mirror and see Wyatt walking away. But he was pleasantly surprised when the passenger door opened and a navy blue backpack got thrown inside — followed by Wyatt himself.
Grinning softly, Rhett started the truck as Wyatt closed the door behind him. And as he drove out of the lot towards the Boy’s Home, Rhett took the candy bar out of his pocket and tossed it into Wyatt’s lap.
Tessa was up on a ladder on the porch when Rhett pulled up in front of the Boy’s Home. A pair of bolt cutters squeezed between her straining arms as she tried to break the remaining chain keeping the porch swing attached to the ceiling. At the sound of his truck door creaking shut, she looked over with a grin.
But it instantly fell when she saw who else was getting out of his truck.
“Is it too late to drive around the block one more time?” Wyatt mumbled as Rhett moved to stand at his side.
“Yep,” Rhett responded on a sigh as he clapped the young boy on the shoulder and urged him up the sidewalk.
A grin ticked up one corner of Rhett’s mouth as he watched Tessa climb down the ladder — bolt cutters held firmly in her grasp. She didn’t look mad, if anything she looked concerned. And if Rhett had any guess, that was a foreign concept to Wyatt. Someone being concerned about his well being and his whys rather than just being mad and disappointed that he did something wrong.
She left the tool by the front door and wiped her hands off on her jeans as the boys slowly made their way up the porch steps.
Rhett thought she looked pretty. Even in her old jeans and button up tucked into the waist — kerchief keeping back her hair. Even if she wasn’t wearing a dress like the last time he saw her a week ago. When he bought her a thank you drink and she slipped away from him to go hangout with her friends with a lingering kiss on his cheek. When he left without getting his flannel back and he didn’t even care. When he went to sleep that night with his thoughts continuously wandering back to the feeling of her skin beneath his hand and the look in her eyes when he nearly kissed her — when she wanted him to kiss her.
God, how he wanted to kiss her. How he wanted to know her in every way. How he wanted to live in her spring and smiles and warm laughter until Death came to take him.
“Skippin’ school, again?” Tessa questioned, hands on her hips, when the pair finally made it onto the poured concrete porch. “You know you’re gonna have to talk to Linda, right?”
“Yeah, I know,” Wyatt sighed, gaze focused on her shoes.
Tessa gestured for him to leave Rhett’s side and come under her arm. And Wyatt went willingly, head hanging. Rhett watched as she smoothed her hand over the back of his head of dark hair, all touches and looks gentle and understanding.
Then she looked up at Rhett. “Thanks for bringin’im home. Um, if you don’t mind, could you come inside and explain what happened?”
“Yeah, yeah — I can do that,” Rhett answered, reaching up to pluck his stetson off his head and push back his hair.
She smiled up at him thankfully before she turned, Wyatt still under her arm, and pushed open the front door. Rhett had only ever seen the inside of the Amelia County Boy’s Home from over her shoulder. It was nicer than he expected it to be. The front door opened into a long entry hallway with closed doors on the left and open entryways on the right that stretched back until it reached a set of stairs that went up to a landing, then curved back towards the door to whatever was on the second floor. The wood floors creaked beneath his booted feet and needed a good polishing. But there was a hall tree where he could hang his hat and a piano and a bookcase filled to the brim and then some. It was all very homey, dated, but homey.
A heavyset woman with dark hair and glasses came out into the hall from the entryway near the stairs. She raised a brow when she saw Wyatt with Tessa, but then both of them shot up her forehead at the sight of Rhett Abbott closing the door behind him.
But she chose to ignore him and focused her beady eyes back on Wyatt. “Truant again are we?”
“Yes,” Wyatt sighed, Tessa squeezing his shoulder.
“Let’s go have a talk then,” Linda said, a bit more on the stern side but still kind. “In the living room — come on.”
Wyatt sighed again, head thrown back as he sluggishly marched into the open doorway immediately to their right. Rhett glanced inside to see a few couches, an armchair, and a tv st into an old wood cabinet.
Tessa watched the boy under her care go with a small smile and a furrowed brow, hands shoved into her back pockets. Then she seemed to come to herself and looked up at Rhett.
“Here, we can chat in the kitchen.”
She led him down the hall and into the doorway Linda came out of. It immediately spilled into the other end of the living room, where Wyatt was now sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. But with a sharp left turn and through another doorway, they were walking through the dining room. There was a huge cabinet with glass inlaid doors filled with china — the plates and little cups rattled ominously with every step they took. Rhett wondered if there was something wrong with the foundation of the house. Another doorway at the other end of the dining room, and they were in a brightly lit kitchen with a spacious breakfast nook — windows all around and a bowl of fruit on the counter.
“D’you wanna drink or somethin’? We’ve got water or lemonade,” Tessa said as she rounded the kitchen counter, already taking a glass down from a cabinet.
“Uh — yeah. I-I’ll take a water.” Rhett glanced at the round wooden table, unsure if he should sit.
“Thanks again — for bringin’ him back here,” she said as she filled one glass with water and another with lemonade.
He smiled in his small way. “‘Course.”
“Where’d you find’im?”
“Um, Trip Myers’ gas station.”
“He try to steal somethin’?” she asked as she came back around the counter, a glass in each hand.
Rhett swallowed, thinking back to the conversation he had with Wyatt in his truck. Then he finally muttered with a shrug, “Nah.”
He went on to explain the whole series of events, leaving out the part where Wyatt got caught trying to steal a candy bar and Rhett stepped in. Instead Rhett said that he bought him the chocolate of his own volition. He promised the kid he wouldn’t tell her about it, and he wasn’t a man to go back on his word. The whole time he spoke, he kept his eyes focused on her jean clad knees and the way they nearly brushed his own as they sat angled towards each other. All the while something bubbled and brewed in the back of his mind like a teapot on the verge of singing.
He had some inkling as to what it could be. He was pretty sure it had been there since that night at the Handsome Gambler. Only now he didn’t have dim lighting and booze to make him feel more confident. It was daytime, he was sitting in her kitchen, and he was just Rhett Abbott. A cowboy who brought bare to nothing to the table and didn’t really feel like he deserved someone like her.
But who was also too selfish to let her go so easily.
They finished their drinks and he thanked her for her hospitality. Then she led him back out into the entry hall and to the front door, going so far as to come out onto the front porch with him.
“Gotta get back to work on getting rid of this old thing before it gets too cold,” she said as she shut the door and picked up the bolt cutters again. “S’shame, I love porch swings.”
Rhett didn’t even realize he was going to say anything until his mouth was already open and words were coming out: “D’you wanna go on a date — sometime?”
There it was. The teapot was singing. It overflowed onto the stove with a sizzle and some steam. With Tess staring up at him wide eyed and the bolt cutters limp in her hand.
“What?” she questioned.
“Uh — “ Rhett smiled, shifted on his feet as he finally gained the confidence to look her in the eye. “I think you’re one hell’uv’a woman — and I’d like to take ya on a date…If ya want.”
He watched, relief flooding his lungs in a huff, as the biggest grin he had ever seen stretched her features. Her blue eyes crinkled at the corners, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as a soft giggle poured out of her. She put a hand over her mouth to cover it up, looking away from him for a moment, and he wished she wouldn’t. But it made him laugh too as he nervously adjusted his hat.
Then she took a steadying breath and said, “I actually have tomorrow night off. Would you wanna…Do somethin’ then?”
“Yeah. I’ll uh, pick you up at six?”
“I’d like that.”
They exchanged numbers and said their goodbyes. And Rhett walked back to his truck feeling lighter than he had in his entire life.
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I love that phrasing how Julie has taken Sallie- A much older woman than her- under her wing. Kinda precious not gonna lie. Did they ever see much of Sally when she was the Nurse? Also what does Sally think of Julie? Also the moment in ur fic when Kate comforts Sally was very sweet, which makes me wonder do they have much of a relationship too? How was Sally's adjustment to the 21st century, especially in regards to her fear about her mental health? What was it you diagnosed Sally as?
Yeah haha that’s just how she is. Julie sees life more in power dynamics than tradition to age.
They saw her some. She was one that they tried to copy skills from. They never talked to her though. Sally likes Julie. Sally likes anyone who is nice to her, and she has no reason to dislike her. She thinks she’s odd, but she’s had a lot of odd friends by now. She likes to talk to Julie about realm stuff, because Julie won’t be uncomfortable, and sometimes can guess at killer things better than the survivors. Julie is also very feminine, if in a femme fatale way, and Sally is too, so they enjoy having someone to like, dress shop and go to a salon with.
Kate and Sally are definitely friends. She reads to Sally a lot, and takes her to do outdoorsy stuff, even horseback riding. Care of Sally initially fell to Kate amid the chaos, since everyone else was indisposed, almost dead, or with another priority. That never faded. And Sally thinks Kate is a very charming rural woman with great sense and a good voice. They have plenty of fun.
Sally adjusted pretty well. It in a way helped she was blind, because she never had a like ‘captain America times square’ moment to be forced to see. Things were more gradual, and introduced almost always in a very positive and friendly environment. There’s a lot like video games and cellphones and the internet that she finds very mind boggling and has some difficulty adapting to, but mostly she handles it very well. Having Benedict, from even longer ago, helps her a lot. I think she feels a lot less lost and alone when he asks her to help explain something she’s grasped quicker, as a 19teens woman, than him as an 1860s man.
Her fear about her mental health was strong for the first year, but eased after. She knows the people with legal custody (as gross as that is to say about a grown adult, it is sadly legally /still/ how this country treats the disabled) over her are trusted and going to keep her free, comfortable, cared for, and with them. So proof beats out worry eventually. She’s still anxious around strangers, about her seeming crazy, or out of time, or just being blind, but the others never make her go alone anywhere, so she’s usually protected by a mob of her people.
Diagnostically, I’m not sure there’s a clear cut answer. Hallucinations, paranoia, confusion, dissociative amnesia, etc, are all caused by essentially supernatural mind control and years and years of gaslighting and manipulation and being driven insane. She’s a psychotic, but more specific definitions, though might apply, I’m not sure what they’d be. There’s a lot she deals with, but some is from the Entity’s manipulations, some is the result of physical trauma, as some is the result of PTSD from the things she’s endured, both at it’s hands, and losing her kids. Diagnosis are really just the names for frequently occurring symptom clusters, because grouping makes them often easier to predict and treat. I’d just say in Sally’s case, I haven’t found one (or more) especially useful names for her symptom clusters.
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Hi, I just wanted to say that the concept of the cafeteria tables in Mr. Harrigan's cellphone is not literal on the phones but more on the price, the richest kids have iPhones, they sit together, a symbol of status the poorest kids, with no cellphone don't even go to the cafeteria. At least that's how I read it.
Hi! Thanks so much for the ask! I’m basing my response on the movie only, because in my tags, I was only talking about the movie. It has been over 2 years since I read the story as I read it when it first came out. I'm also using this as an opportunity to lay out some of my thoughts on the movie.
I definitely agree that phones are a status symbol. Their (parent’s) financial status would obviously correlate with what kind of phones they have. However, it seemed to me that the ease by which they obtained the phones was not important. I don't think it mattered to them how much money the other kids at their table had, as long as they had the right kind of phone. The seating seemed to be based solely on their phones. And considering the overarching message of the movie was that 'we don't own phones, phones own us', the students’ implied financial status was more of a secondary theme. Definitely relevant, but not really the main focus.
Additionally, if the overall message was intended to be encouraging people to interact outside the bounds of their perceived financial status, then that should have been more prevalent throughout the movie. However, whenever something that possibly could relate to that came up, it was solely based on phones. I can totally see where you're coming from, but I don’t think that point came across clearly in the movie. At the end of his character arc, Craig nearly abandons his phone, saying “In the 21st century, I think our phones are how we are wedded to the world. If so, it’s probably a bad marriage”. He doesn’t directly acknowledge any kind of moral he may have learned about not judging someone based on the amount of money they have.
Unrelated but I also did not like how the teacher talked to Craig about Kenny’s death. She tells Craig that Kenny had “psychological problems” (meaning that he had mental health support needs, possibly unaddressed) which is absolutely not Craig’s business. There is no reason she should be telling him that. But then she also goes further to say “I can never be glad when a child dies, but I can be glad it wasn’t you”. Basically saying that Craig’s life is more valuable than Kenny’s. Yes, Kenny was a bully, but he did not deserve to have his capacity to grow and change revoked from him. That is a wildly ignorant thing to say about a child who you obviously know had a lot to deal with. He needed someone to help him find healthy outlets for his anger and frustration, and resources for his mental health. It hurts me to think that someone who could have potentially helped him did not think his life was as important as Craig’s. It may have just been a bad choice of words, but as a professional who works with vulnerable children in your everyday life, you need to be more conscious of how your words can be perceived.
That being said, I enjoyed the movie overall! It’s okay to like things and think they are a little silly at the same time. I’m not hating on the movie, I just thought that the cafeteria hierarchy seemed a little bit like something you’d see in an over the top coming of age movie (which is not a bad thing within its own context, but seems out of place in a horror movie). And I could absolutely be wrong in my interpretation. If I watched the whole movie over again, I may notice some things that I missed or forgot.
Thanks again for sharing! You definitely helped me reflect on the movie more deeply. I apologize for this essay length response, I just had a lot of thoughts.
#mr harrigans phone#i do think that the phones=bad message is kinda cringe#but thats coming from someone who unironically likes Cell#so take my opinions with a grain of salt#i also dont remember the story having that kind of theme#i feel like the message of the story was more of a dont mess with forces you dont understand kind of thing#or be careful what you wish for#but for some reason the movie leaned more into the hold our phones have over us#thats not to say that the be careful what you wish for theme wasnt there because it absolutely was
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Name: Ethyl Laña
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Green Lagoon Park, Compostela, Cebu, Phillipines
Pictures credit to: Four Square website
I just wanted to share a special family trip we had at Green Lagoon Park in Compostela, Cebu. We went there on February 18, 2018, to celebrate my youngest sister Shanel Jane Laña's birthday. Even though we didn't take any pictures, because we don't have cellphone and camera at that time, but the memories we made are truly treasured in our heart.
The park looked beautiful with its clear water and there also a lot of trees on the other side of the beach. The vibe is so refreshing. And a pool, the pool it's not too deep it's really designed for kids only. The pool is also open for adults but they can't dive deeply. They also have a wide area for team-building activities. Other activities in the resort includes volleyball, zipline, jet-ski, banana boat and many more.
My two siblings and I couldn't resist the ocean's call. We happily walked into the water, and Dad joined us too.. Meanwhile my mom just watching us, sat in a cottage nearby. It’s not as beautiful as the beaches in the northern and southern part of the province. The sand is not powdery white, it’s a bit rocky. It's little bit dangerous for the kids to swim the beach side. So you have to be careful if your kids swim on the beach side.
Green Lagoon Park in Compostela, Cebu, gave us an unforgettable experience. The fresh air, beautiful views, and the chance to spend time with family made it a trip we'll always remember. I highly recommend visiting this hidden gem, where you can connect with nature and enjoy its peacefulness. When you visit don't forget to bring your own food, because the restaurant is not always open and it's a little bit pricy if you buy food outside the park.
Reference list:
https://foursquare.com/v/green-lagoon-beach-resort/4f5c77abe4b08380684d7266
https://www.tripadvisor.com.ph/Attraction_Review-g294261-d5544658-Reviews-Green_Lagoon_Park-Cebu_Island_Visayas.html
https://wanderwithaceanddemi.wordpress.com/2017/04/21/green-lagoon-park-a-family-friendly-beach-resort/
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𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 📱
In using social media, there is no age limit except to those content that contains sexual things that aren't for kids. Social Media has been a way of life for many people nowadays. It is where many people waste their time looking down on their cellphones all day. In the 21st century, having a social media account is a necessity. It will be impossible for someone to make it through the day without opening or seeing at least one social media account because there are too many to see, new stuff and updates whether it’s from an international brand releasing a new pair of shoes, or a local celebrity posting a new picture.
Social media is big help for people with family members who live far from them, through a social media account, they can connect and communicate easily without the hassle and even for free. They can also post pictures of the important events that happened in their life for everyone to see and share it to the world. Through social media, they can also locate different people from around the world, They can be looking for someone and they can easily find them through a social media account. It can also help people to express their feelings, emotions and opinions about the issues of the world or their personal life. Social media can also be a way to report sudden events such as emergencies and tragedies that happened around the globe, that way, it can be seen by many people faster than the news. Many people also see social media as their stress reliever, they can post their emotions out, watch movies. videos, or listen to music that could help relieve their stress. There are also lots of good things in social media that can help the society, like informing the public of special announcements from government officials or city mayors announcing no classes due to a heavy rainfall, the students need not to wait for the news on tv which could take a few hours, instead, they will just log in to their social media accounts and check for themselves, however, it is important to make sure that the post is legit before believing and sharing.
Although there are lots of advantages in using social media in the society, there are also lots of disadvantages about this. Social media might help people be connected again through communication, but social media could also destroy families and friendships. Posting might be a good thing for the people who is posting, it could make them feel the freedom of expressing their emotions, but it might not be mutual for people reading it or the people involve in the post. Not everything should be posted in social media, the words used and the way it is said might deliver a different message. People might misunderstand the post and create unwanted chaos. Social media also could be a source of cyber bullying. Posting pictures of a disabled person might be funny and entertaining for many people and might be a source of their happiness, but in reality, it is bullying.
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I'm Hershey Lim, resident of Malanday Marikina City for 17 years. While I'm growing up, I have seen a lot of changes in our community. If you want to know about it keep on reading. Before, our place was so nice there are lot of kids outside, playing Chinese garter, patintero , piko , pogs and etc. I miss my old days, I remember I always escaped in our house just to play that's why I have a tan skin, after I play and when I go home I see my mom at the gate waiting for me and holding a hanger It's time to spank. But, when it comes to family I prefer the former because we are complete and eating together. I was so happy, when it comes to occasion, Christmas is my favorite because even November yet, you feel that basically the whiff of Christmas. Many children are happy while caroling, and all of them are competitive to have the highest amount of money.Before, our river was shallow, so quickly flooded the neighborhood. But, despite the disasters that we have experienced together still our village. Now, I'm happy because I am here at 21st Century. All people were actively enjoyed having technologies, we can communicate easily.And also I'm sad because only few children are playing outside and some of them stays at home using their cellphone. Here in our area even more beautiful with the passage previously depressions and now flat. It was also the lively colors of our environment and the former river full of trash, now to take action on the ruling. There's a lot of eavesdropper are still here in our area, I think they're gonna be here forever hahaha just kidding. Most of the house are concrete and has more floors. And our river get wide and clean. In my family, we don't have a bonding anymore because we're busy on our own gadgets. In summary, I observed that everything has changed. As our community change, people also change. But, I realized with these changes we are now much better than before and our community is continue to construct a good work.
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How do you imagine kids reacting to the 21st century technology and rocket science? What would they think about social media, music, books/movies and pop culture in general? What they would like and dislike? And what would make the biggest impression on them? ps I want to thank god for existence of this blog bless you :^)
Thank-you so much for the compliment, anon! It really means a lot to us that you enjoy the blog!
Armin: When this boy discovers modern technology, he can’t get enough of it. Of course, he’d be fascinated by music and literature (especially the literature), but I see his favorite thing being the advancement of science. The fact that humans were able to identify other planets out there? Other planets that might be able to sustain life? Learning and absorbing all that knowledge would interest him greatly, especially about the different wonders of the world. He’d want to see the Niagara Falls or the Aurora Borealis; anything and everything he could get his hands on! With all these advancements comes negative consequences on the environment, that I think that’s what Armin would dislike the most. Definitely don’t talk about global-warming around this guy or else he’ll never be able to stop!
Jean: On the flip side, Jean is a lot less focused on the education and more here for the media aspect of modern day society. Giant screens that play recorded movies to watch for entertainment? Recorded music to listen to anywhere you want? Jean would love all that kind of stuff. Don’t let him discover Instagram because I feel like he’s the person to whip out his cellphone and suddenly become a photographer. He would really just love the media aspect of everything and how vast and rapidly it’s growing. On the downside, I think there is just a little too much media involvement for Jean, on occasions. I can see him being the type to want to meet people organically versus on dating apps or anything of the like. But hey, it’s convenient so he’s not complaining!
Eren: The minute Eren discovers the seven wonders of the world, he’d pack a suitcase and bring Armin with him on the longest cross-globe trip ever. There is so much that he wants to see and learn that it could be overwhelming to some, given how determined and thirsty he is to learn about the world he knows so little about. Throughout this massive road trip, Eren would definitely be documenting everything with a camera, saving these memories to look back at in order to remind himself that these things exist. The world in which he thought was so large has suddenly gotten exponentially larger and, instead of being overwhelmed, Eren’s curiosity can’t be quenched. In addition to being able to travel and explore with ease, he’d really really love outlets like facebook for being able to keep in touch with his friends and family since they’d be so far away. I feel like Eren could also view social media negatively, though, if only for the fact that a lot of people are obsessed with it (read: Jean) and always have their noses stuck in their phones. Other than that, Eren is pretty game for everything!
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A Music Affair: All That Matters (two-shot)
Hi, guys! So, here’s chapter 1 of this two-shot I wrote basically to show the family dynamics in my AMA universe. Thanks @jia911 for proofreading it and @jordan202 and @hurricaneawelia for helping me with the ideas <3
In this fic, Owen and Amelia deal with how busy their careers are and realize they’ve been a bit absent on their children’s lives. Melody is 15 years old, Oliver is 12 and Luna is 10 :)
It was 8 pm when Amelia finally got home after a busy day at the studio recording what would become her 6th album.
“Rose!” Amelia exclaimed to the woman in the hallway, surprised to see she was still there. Rose was the nanny they’ve had with them since they only had Melody, taking care of her children whenever both of them couldn’t be at home at the same time. Rose was like family to them, whom Owen and Amelia appreciated so much. The woman had basically saved their lives many times when they had unplanned commitments to attend. “You haven’t left yet?! Where’s Owen?”
“Mr. Hunt is not home yet. I couldn’t leave the kids, of course.” The chubby woman answered.
“Dammit, he’s not home?!” Amelia furrowed her brows, checking her phone to see if there were any messages from her husband. They usually texted each other whenever they had to stay working late, so the other could maybe get home sooner and clear off the nanny, but that day Owen hadn’t left Amelia any messages. “Oh God, Rose, I’m so sorry we kept you here so late. You could’ve gone home, Mel could take care of the kids for a few hours.”
“No, it’s totally okay, Mrs. Hunt.” Even though Amelia hadn’t changed her last name because of her career, Rose had always called her ‘Mrs. Hunt’, which made her delighted to hear that every time. “It gave me time to finish dinner. I made lasagna.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t have…” Amelia sighed at the amount of work she gave the woman.
“Of course I should, I couldn’t leave my family starving. And I know very well you’re terrible in the kitchen, even though I tried teaching you many times.” She giggled, affectionately squeezing Amelia’s arm.
“Thanks, Rose, you’re a lifesaver.” Amelia hugged her, then clearing her to go home.
Dropping her bag in the nearest table, she made her way to the living room to meet her three children sitting on the couch.
She gave a noisily smack kiss on Luna’s cheek, her youngest child who was now 10 years old and quietly sat on the nearest end of the couch, watching cartoons on the TV; then a kiss on Oliver’s head, her 12 year old who kept all his focus on the comic book he was reading while his legs were thrown over the coffee table; and, lastly, a kiss on Melody’s head, her 15 year old who was typing on her cellphone faster than Amelia could imagine someone doing.
“Mom, I really like Rose, but I think we don’t need a nanny anymore.” Oliver said matter-of-factly, putting his comic book aside.
“And why is that, Oliver?” Amelia raised an eyebrow at her son.
“Because…” He shrugged his shoulders. “We’re all grown ups now. We could just stay with Melody.”
Remembering his youngest sister was watching cartoons, which proved him wrong, he un-approvingly stared at Luna.
“What?” The girl asked, to which he rolled his eyes.
“He’s just saying that because the nanny doesn’t let him play video games all day.” Melody finally said something, not taking her eyes off her phone.
“That’s not true!” He argued.
“Well, Rose is right. You all have chores to do, including homework.” Amelia stated. “Now, come on, get your butts off this couch and come help me set the table for dinner.”
“We’re not waiting for dad?” Luna questioned, a pout on her face.
“Well, honey, we can wait for about twenty minutes, but no longer than that ‘cause then the food will get cold and it’ll get late for you to eat.” Amelia explained while fixing her daughter’s blonde fringe.
About fifteen minutes later, after Amelia had already changed into more comfortable clothes and the table was set, Owen finally got home.
“Hey, I’m here!”
“Dad!” Luna ran towards Owen when he made his way to the dining room, hugging him tightly.
“Hi, sweetie.” He kissed the top of her head, a smile of relief on his face for getting such a warm welcome after a long day at work.
“You arrived just in time, dad! We were about to start eating dinner.” Oliver hugged Owen on his way to the table.
“Well, thank God, ‘cause I’m starving.” He gave Melody a kiss on the cheek and Amelia, who was already sitting at the table, a peck on the lips before taking his seat.
“Why the hell didn’t you text me you were going to be late, Owen?” Amelia asked, a bit annoyed. “We kept Rose more than she should!”
“I’m sorry, babe, it’s just very busy at the company now. I totally forgot.” Owen sighed, a tired look in his eyes. Five years before, Owen had finally managed to open his own record label, which had been one of his big dreams for quite some time. He loved working as a producer, helping so many new artists and giving them a chance like the one he found with Richard Webber, his manager and friend, launching his career after 10 years of trying. He had built his career and his sucess thanks to Richard, who listened to him playing at a pub one night and decided to give the man a chance, introducing Owen to a couple of producers. And that’s what Owen dreamed of doing: Giving new artists a chance. But it also didn’t mean that it was easy. His record label was relatively new and not very well known in the industry yet, so he had to work extra hard to make it big.
“It’s okay.” Amelia sighed, understanding his situation. She also had been very busy at work lately in the making of her new album.
“Okay, so how is everyone doing?” Owen asked, wanting to change the subject from their busy careers to their kids’ lives.
“Fine.” Luna and Melody answered at the same time, both looking down at their food, like nothing was going on in their lives.
Owen and Amelia looked at each other, furrowing their brows at their daughters’ weird response.
“And what does ‘fine’ mean?” Amelia questioned, wanting them to develop their answers.
“Oh, it means so much…” Oliver murmured, chuckling a bit as he avoided looking at his sisters from across the table.
“Oliver, shut up.” Melody growled at him.
“Okay, someone care to explain, please?” Owen demanded, putting his ‘dad voice’ to use.
“It’s nothing, dad, Oliver’s just being an idiot.” Melody said, giving her brother a snarky look.
“Well, if by ‘nothing’ she means ‘Daniel’, then…” Oliver shrugged his shoulders, a smirk on his lips. Oliver usually didn’t get in any kind of trouble, complete opposite to his oldest sister and, with such different personalities, both of them loved to tease each other constantly. That’s why when he had heard the rumors about Melody and a boy named Daniel, he just couldn’t keep it to himself.
“Who is Daniel?” Both Owen and Amelia asked at the same time, but each had a different look on their faces. Amelia had her eyebrows raised and her mouth open in an amused facial expression while Owen just had his eyebrows deeply frowned, a mix of confusion and concern.
“Oh my God, I’m gonna kill you!” Melody exclaimed to Oliver. “What? Are you ‘gossip girl’ now?!”
“Okay, no one’s killing anyone.” Amelia settled down the argument. “Now can you please explain to us about this boy?”
Melody sighed and rolled her eyes before telling them.
“Daniel is, uhm…” She looked down, embarrassed. “He’s this boy I like.”
“Melody and Daniel sitting on a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g.” Luna sang in between laughs.
“Oh my God, you too?!” Melody slightly pushed her sister so she would stop.
“You two kissed?!” Owen asked, shocked at the sudden news he was not expecting to receive just yet.
“No, no we haven’t.” Melody quickly cleared things up, seeing how worried her dad got by the second. Daniel wasn’t the first boy Melody had had a crush on, she’s had many crushes since she was 13, but none of them ever lead to anything and, as she turned older, she and her parents knew that soon that moment was gonna come. The girl was pretty sure she was starting to fall in love with that boy, never having had such deep feelings before and she wanted, more than anything, for him to be her first boyfriend, husband even. “I just… Asked him on a date.”
“You did?! That’s my girl!” Amelia excitedly high-fived her daughter from across the table and Owen, with widened eyes at the situation, looked from Melody to Amelia.
“Yeah, I figured it’s the 21st century, so why the hell not?” Melody shrugged, a smile on her face at how proud her mom was at her girl power.
“And when is the date gonna happen?” Amelia wondered, curious.
“Never, ‘cause he blew her off.” Oliver said in between bites of his lasagna.
“He didn’t blow me off!” The 15 year old exclaimed in a high pitch voice. “He just… He said he needed some time to think ‘cause he didn’t want the spotlight that came with dating me, since I’m… You know, famous.” She sighed, playing with her food on her plate. “Which is totally understandable, ‘cause he’s this very quiet guy who doesn’t want a lot of attention for himself. He just likes to be alone playing his guitar during class breaks, you know?”
Oliver looked at Melody’s dreamy eyes and chuckled at her comment.
“That’s his character.” He said. “Daniel plays this ‘misunderstood guitarist’ role just so he can attract more girls. He just rejected you because then he’d be known as ‘the guy who rejected the famous Melody Shepherd-Hunt’.”
“He didn’t reject me!” Melody blowed in annoyance at everything her brother said. “And that’s totally not true, he’s not like that at all.”
“Okay, then.” Oliver shrugged. Truth was, he didn’t want Melody dating Daniel Jones, a complete jerk in his opinion, whom Oliver and his best friends kept mocking. The 16 year old guy was always walking around the school hallways with his guitar on his back, subtly wanting to call the girls’ attention with his wavy hair and buttoned up shirts. Oliver believed Melody deserved much better.
“I’m feeling sleepy, I think I’m gonna go to bed.” Luna said, as soon as the conversation about Melody and the boy came to an end, feeling the next topic would be about her.
“Hey, come back here.” Amelia told her daughter as she started to leave the table. “You had something going on too. What is it?”
Luna sat back down, but still didn’t say anything, keeping her head down in embarrassment. Soon, there were a few tears running down her cheeks and both Owen and Amelia looked at each other, worried.
“Sweetie, what is it?” Owen insisted, tilting his head with concern for his daughter.
“I got a C in Science and… And a C- in Math.” She cried harder, covering her face with her hands.
“What? What happened?” Owen frowned, finding it weird the bad grades Luna was suddenly getting, since his daughter had always been a good student.
“I’m doing fine with English and stuff, but with Math and Science…” She answered her dad, looking down while drying off her tears. “I don’t know, it’s just too many subjects to study and I just can’t understand it…”
“Oh, honey…” Amelia said, feeling her heart ache at seeing her daughter cry. “There’s no need to cry, okay? Grades are something that can be fixed.”
“Yes, your grades don’t define you.” Owen joined Amelia, trying to cheer Luna up. “But why didn’t you ask us to help, Luna?” He asked, frowning in concern.
“I don’t know, I didn’t want to bother you…” She sniffed.
“What? You’re never going to bother us, baby…” Amelia told her, squeezing her hand over the table.
“You can always ask us, sis.” Melody pointed to herself and Oliver, offering help. “I mean, I’m not great, but I think I can be of some help.”
“Thanks, guys.” Luna smiled at them, feeling better already. She was really scared that her family would judge her for her first bad grade ever, even though she knew they weren’t like this. She had never gotten such bad grades and had no idea of how her parents would react. But, knowing they were calm and offering to help, made her way more at ease.
After dinner, the couple hung out with the kids in the living room for an hour before everyone said goodnight and they headed up to their bedroom.
“What an eventful dinner…” Owen commented, taking his clothes off so he could take a quick shower before going to bed.
“I feel like we’re missing out, Owen…” Amelia sighed, following her husband to the bathroom and leaning against the wall as he got in the shower.
“What do you mean?” He asked in a louder volume so Amelia could hear him over the sound of the water running.
“Well, did you see the amount of stuff we didn’t know was going on in our children’s lives?!” She ran her hand through her hair, worried. “Melody suddenly falls deeply in love with this guy we don’t even know and Luna’s getting bad grades, thinking that we’d be bothered to help her…” Amelia blew out in frustration. “I cannot believe she doesn’t trust us enough with this! What kind of image are we passing as parents here? We have to seriously reevaluate our priorities, Owen, because…”
Amelia kept going on and on with her rant for a minute that she didn’t even realize Owen had already left the shower and was standing in front of her with a towel wrapped on his waist, little drops of water running through his shoulder and abdomen. If Amelia’s head wasn’t so full in that moment, she’d jump on him right then and there.
“Amelia…” He sighed, a half smile on his face, since he always found it amusing the way his wife could endlessly rant about something for hours and not get tired. Seeing she had stopped talking and was paying attention to him, he took the smile off his face, trying to calm her down. “Luna trusts us, you know that. She always tells us everything. This was just a new experience for her, she didn’t know how we would react. And now she knows we’ll help her anytime.” He told her, calmly. “It’s gonna be okay, babe, I’m sure she’ll do better next time. It’s Luna, for Christ’s sake, she’s our little genius.” Owen smiled, talking about the amount of difficult books Luna already read and the many instruments she was learning how to play. Then, he kissed Amelia on the temple before going back to the room and putting on some pants. “And Melody…” He sighed, annoyed that he already had to deal with Melody thinking about boys. Owen was definitely not ready for that. “Well, she’s not gonna go around dating some boy we don’t know nothing about. I insist we meet this Daniel first.” He said. “But, other than that, everything is fine with the kids, Amelia, there’s nothing to worry about. And we both know that family is and always will be our priority, right?”
“Right, but…” Amelia’s expression still seemed a little troubled when she sat on the end of their bed, her shoulders falling forward at how tired she was. “We don’t know about Oliver. Maybe something’s going on with him too and he didn’t want to tell us…”
“Amelia, Oliver is fine.” Owen saw how stressed she was and, getting on his knees on the mattress behind her, started to massage her shoulders. “You’re worrying too much about this.”
Amelia took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to calm down and think that everything was fine and she was probably overreacting, whilst enjoying Owen’s shoulder massage.
“God, everything’s just so busy right now…” She commented, still keeping her eyes closed. “There’s loads of things going on with the making of the album and we have to get it ready a month before the Grammys nomination, which is right around the corner. So, everyone’s basically freaking out at the studio and it all falls on me.” She told him, sighing at how stressful things were at the moment. “And then I come home and realize I’m missing out on our kids’ lives and that’s not something I can handle happening…”
“Of course it won’t happen, Amelia, you’re a great mom.” Owen said honestly, making Amelia smile. “And I’m sure you’ll get the album done before the Grammys, there’s nothing to worry about that. You always do it.” He assured her. “Things have been pretty busy for me as well. We’re trying to earn more credibility for the record label, but it’s still pretty new in the industry, so that’s hard. Even so for the New York branch, that’s giving us a lot of headache.”
“If only we could freeze time and take a break from it all…” She moaned in complaint, throwing her head backwards in distress.
“Well, we could always fully enjoy the little free time we have for ourselves and take that as our break.” Owen bent down and whispered in her ear, a smirk on his face as he started to nibble her earlobe.
“Oh, I’m totally cool with that.” She smiled.
Hearing Amelia moan in pleasure at the trail of wet kisses he was making towards her collarbone, Owen suddenly pulled off her shirt, leaving his wife with her black bra showing and held her hair up with one hand while the other massaged her right breast ferociously, his mouth sucking the skin on her neck.
Since the couple hadn’t had sex for a long time because of their crazy schedule, plus taking care of the kids, they barely had any time for themselves and, given how tired they were at the end of the day, sex was rarely something that came to mind. So, it drove the both of them crazy to have such intimate contact once again.
Owen, being really wild in bed, was even more savage by every touch they shared that night.
“Take off your pants and lay on your stomach.” He demanded, his voice hoarse from the arousal he was feeling in that moment.
Doing as she was told, Amelia couldn’t help but smirk at how bossy he was. She loved this wild side of Owen in bed, it made her feel like they were still in the beginning of their relationship, never letting that fire burn out.
Owen sat on top of Amelia, one leg at each side of her body while he ran his hands on her back, still massaging her, but this time squeezing and running his thumbs on all of her curves. After the massage, he intertwined his fingers with Amelia’s and clasped her hands on top of the mattress while he bit and gave open mouthed kisses all over her back and neck, slowly moving his hips on top of her butt so he could tease her.
“Owen…” She moaned his name, her head on the side and her eyes closed, feeling every bit of his touch on her. Owen smirked at his successful teasing, taking away all of the many thoughts Amelia had on her mind earlier.
“Yes?” He said in her ear, even though he already knew what she would ask, his deep voice bringing shivers all over Amelia’s body.
“Kiss me.” She asked, almost in a plea, opening her eyes to look at him, her mouth eager for the taste of his tongue on hers.
His right hand went to her hair and he slightly pulled them, so he could finally meet her lips with his in a slow and passionate kiss.
Turned on even more, Amelia swifted underneath Owen and grabbed his face with her hands while her legs wrapped around his torso, bringing his body closer to hers, the warmth between her legs showing him she was more than ready.
He finally unclasped her bra without even looking and started to play with her breasts while his mouth bit hard on her neck.
“If you leave me a hickey there, I swear to God…” Amelia managed to say it under her breath, worried about her children and even the media seeing that she and her husband were basically acting like teenagers.
“I’ll leave it somewhere else, then.” Owen told her before starting to go down on Amelia with a smirk on his face, opening her legs wider so he could suck and bite on her inner thighs.
“Owen!” She screamed his name as her fingers tightened around his hair, the strong anticipation hitting her hard.
Seeing his wife arching her back for more, Owen thought it was enough with the teasing, finally taking off her panties and his pants so he could do what both of them were eager to and enter her, slowly at first and fastening the pace later.
Being married for over 15 years to Amelia made Owen realize what were her favorite things to do in bed, like foreplay, going down between her thighs and, even though she liked Owen acting in control of things most of the time, she also liked being in charge sometimes, which drove Owen crazy with desire whenever she did.
Moving his hips even faster, Owen felt Amelia’s legs tighten around his torso and her fingernails going deep in his back before she slowly let go when she reached climax, almost at the same time as he did.
Tired, Owen stayed inside Amelia with his chest pressed against her breasts and his head in the crook of her neck while both of them tried to get their breathing back to normal.
Inhaling deeply to take in the familiar scent of her vanilla shampoo, Owen slightly kissed her twice on the neck and her cheek until Amelia grabbed his face and made him look into her eyes.
“I love you.” She whispered, a tender smile on her face.
“I love you too. So much…” He smiled back before kissing her on the mouth and then giving quick kisses on her cheeks, forehead, chin and nose, making Amelia giggle.
They stayed silent for a few minutes, both looking at each other whilst caressing each other’s features.
“I think I might need another shower.” Owen noticed how sweaty his body was after all of that physical activity. “Ready for round two?”
But, before Amelia could answer him, her cell phone started buzzing a few times on the bedside table, letting her know she was getting multiple messages at once.
“Dammit.” She sighed, putting her hands on her face in frustration. “So much for taking a break…”
“It’s okay, you can get it. It seems important.” Owen told her, sympathetic, as he started to get off of her.
“No!” Amelia moaned in complaint, her entire body rejecting the sudden break of physical contact. “Let’s just ignore it, come on.”
“Well, if you insist…” He was letting himself be pulled back to the position he was before, when his cell phone started ringing from the other bedside table. “Fuck!”
“Unbelievable!” Amelia exclaimed, pissed off. “Do they time these things?!”
After giving a defeated look to each other, they both finally got up and went to their respective phones.
“It’s Maggie texting me that the producers rejected two of the songs and want an extra one…” She sighed, once Owen had gotten off the phone with whomever he was speaking to. “Like, do they not realize we’re on a clock here?!” She put her phone back at the bedside table and began putting her bra and panties back on, breathing out in frustration. “This album is so not turning out the way I wanted it to be…”
“Dammit…” Owen murmured, still looking at his phone, his eyebrows furrowed.
“What is it?” Amelia sat back on the bed, looking at him.
“That was Richard. Apparently, one of the artists that were working with us in the New York branch is going to sue us…” He breathed out, running one of his hands through his hair. “I have no idea what I’m gonna do. If the judge accepts this action against us, so soon in the history of the label… That might be it for us.”
Through the rest of the week, Owen got even more busier at work, having to stay late at the head office of the company basically every day while Amelia tried to deal with the issues on her album as quick as she could, so she would be able to come home early to make up for Owen’s recent absence. She knew that label meant a lot to him and that having the possibility of his new accomplished dream be destroyed under his watch made him terrified, but even then Amelia couldn’t help feeling a little annoyed that he had become even more absent at home than before.
One night, when Owen was able to get home for dinner, Melody told the family that Daniel had said yes to her and that they were going on a date on Friday, classic dinner and movies, asking if both of her parents would be present, since the boy was going to pick her up at home and wanted to meet them.
“He wants to meet us?” Owen raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Well, now he seems a little bit more decent. I’ll definitely be here.”
On Friday, Daniel arrived at the exact time they had scheduled, wearing a buttoned up navy shirt with rolled up sleeves to his elbows and dark grey slacks, his dark brown hair went up to his neck and his fringe almost hit his deep green eyes.
“Hi, Mrs. Shepherd.” The boy shook Amelia’s hand as he stood in the doorway. “Mr. Hunt.” He shook Owen’s hand and nod his head at him, showing respect. “It’s very nice to meet you both.”
Amelia gave Owen a quick surprised glance, trying to hide her laughter at how polite the boy seemed.
“Likewise.” Owen responded him, trying to act polite as well.
“Oh, don’t just stand there. Come on in, Daniel!” Amelia said, trying her best to portray the role of a warming housewife and mother-in-law, one she never thought she’d be doing. “Owen will make you company in the living room while I go upstairs to get Melody, okay?”
“Thanks, Mrs. Shepherd. It’s a very nice house you have here.” He complimented as she went up the stairs.
“Oh, thank you!” Amelia exclaimed, still trying not to laugh at the situation. She was sure that boy had seen on TV that, when entering a new house, you usually complimented about it to the wife, making sure to impress them. She thought it was cute.
“Mel, are you ready?” Amelia knocked on her daughter’s bedroom door. Not getting any response, she slightly opened the door and looked inside, seeing Melody standing in front of the mirror, focusing on applying her eyeliner. “Hey, Daniel is already downstairs…”
“He is what?!” The girl turned her face so suddenly that she ended up messing the cat eye she was struggling so hard to do. Seeing the mess she had made, Melody turned back to the mirror. “Dammit!”
“Hang on, let me do it.” Amelia smiled at her daughter’s efforts. Picking up a tissue of make up remover, she cleaned the bit Melody had messed up and picked up the eyeliner pencil to do it herself. “Now stay very still, please… And... There you go.”
Looking back at the mirror, Melody’s mouth went wide open in amazement at her mother’s work.
“What?! Oh my God, mom, that is perfect!” She stared at the cat eye in the mirror, shocked. “How the hell did you do this so quickly?!”
“Years of practice, honey. You know, I used to be a total party girl when I was younger.” She told her daughter, reminiscing on those crazy years of her past.
“Seriously, you could be like a beauty vlogger.” Melody suggested, honestly. “I’ve watched loads of tutorials and it still takes me like, half an hour to do them perfectly.”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll stay in the music business.” Amelia laughed at her daughter’s serious suggestion.
“Okay, so you’ve said Daniel’s here already?!” She asked, starting to panick.
“Yes, in the living room with your father.”
“With dad?!” She widened her eyes, imagining the situation. “Oh God… He must be so awkward around dad, I should hurry up…”
Melody started to pace around her big white and pink room, looking for something everywhere.
“I can’t find my damn shoes!” She exclaimed, now really panicking.
Amelia almost found the situation funny, but if she laughed in that moment, she was sure her daughter would kill her.
“Okay, what are they like?” She offered to help.
“Umm, they’re white heels!”
Amelia got down on her knees to look under Melody’s bed and there they were, right in front of her.
“What the hell?!” Melody stared at the shoes her mom was handing her. “Seriously, scientists have to start testing mothers because you all have some supernatural gift or something…” She rambled, leaning on Amelia to put on her shoes. “You always fix and find everything! It’s amazing!”
“Trust me, I couldn’t fix anything until you were about three years old. I was a mess at first, but then I had your siblings and years of practice. Again, practice makes perfect.” Amelia shrugged, smiling at her daughter.
“Well, but do you need to have more than one kid to be that perfect?” Melody wondered, getting lost in her thoughts. “‘Cause I don’t think I want more than one, but at the same time I want to be as good as you are.”
Listening to Melody’s sentence, Amelia automatically smiled from ear to ear while her daughter kept on rambling as she put stuff inside her purse, not realizing the smile she had put on her mother’s face.
“Thank you, sweetie.” Amelia giggled a bit, noticing how much Melody talked and acted just like her, rambling away. Putting both hands on her daughter’s shoulders, Amelia tried to bring her back to reality. “But remember Daniel? He’s downstairs, with your dad.”
“Oh my God, you’re right!” She snapped back, straightening her dress. “Okay, I’m ready. What do you think?”
Amelia took a step back to look at Melody. The girl was wearing a lilac dress with floral print that went up to her knees in a loose skirt. Her strawberry blonde hair had her natural curls enhanced by a curling iron and her sideways fringe was held back with a hair clip.
“You look… Beautiful.” Amelia grinned at her daughter, not helping but getting a little emotional. She couldn’t believe how fast the years had gone by, her oldest daughter was already going to her first date. Soon, she’d be going to college, getting married… A big part of her just wanted to stop time, but it was also exciting to see the amazing woman she was becoming.
“Okay, don’t cry, please. You’re not like this.” Melody interrupted Amelia’s thoughts before it got awkward. “Now, c’mon, you gotta help me down the stairs with these shoes, otherwise I’m pretty sure I’m gonna fall.”
Amelia did as her daughter asked her to, helping her all the way to the living room.
“Here she is!” She announced as both men got up from the couch, the two of them with relieved expressions, making it clear that neither of them were comfortable in that situation.
Oliver suddenly appeared in the room to grab a book he had left in the coffee table and stopped in his tracks when he saw that Daniel was there.
“Hey, dude.” Melody’s date greeted him.
“Yeah, whatever.” The 12 year old shrugged his shoulders and passed by him to get his book.
“Oliver!” Melody reprimanded her brother, but he ignored her, walking away.
“Okay, can we go now?” Daniel asked Melody.
“Yeah, sure.” She smiled at him.
“Hey.” Owen took Melody by the side as Daniel walked to the doorway in front of them, a serious look on his face. “Be careful, okay? You never truly know someone.”
“It’s gonna be fine, dad, you don’t need to worry.” The girl assured him.
“And if anything happens, just call us and we’ll pick you up.” He told her.
Melody sighed and nodded before leaving the house and getting in Daniel’s car with him.
“I miss the time when our only concern with her was changing diapers.” Owen sighed as both of them stood there watching the car leave.
“It’ll be okay, Owen.” Amelia said to him.
And, apparently, it did.
Three weeks passed and Melody and Daniel were in an actual relationship, having gone to three dates already. The girl seemed completely in love and blissful, letting Owen and Amelia more and more at ease about the boy.
Things with Owen’s record label still weren’t settled, since the artist refused to take out his legal action against the company and Owen seemed more stressed by the day, not dealing with it all by himself.
At least Amelia’s album finally kicked off and started to go to post-production, which meant it was almost ready, but it still didn’t leave her any less uneasy when Owen called her saying he’d be away for a few days.
“You what?!” She frowned, whilst cutting some ingredients for the pasta she was attempting to make for dinner.
“I’m so sorry, Amelia, but things are getting worse in the company and I have to go visit the New York branch to settle things out. We’re having an emergency meeting and I have to be there for a few days to try to solve things.” He explained, his voice sounding more tired than ever. Owen knew leaving Amelia alone to take care of the three kids without a heads up first was an awful thing to do, but he had no choice. It was either that or he would lose the company he’d worked so hard to build. “I know it’s unfair to you, but I can call April or Maggie to help you out. I’m sure they’d be okay with it.”
“No, it’s…” She put the knife down and massaged her temple, taking a deep breath. “It’s fine, I can handle things.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, worried.
“Yeah, yeah.” Amelia dismissed him. “But when are you going, exactly?”
“In a few hours, actually.” Owen answered, knowing she’d be even more pissed at him. “I’m already at the airport.”
“What?!”
“Again, I’m sorry, it was an urgent thing. I had to take the next flight available to New York.” He explained.
“Fine, Owen, it’s fine.” She sighed, clearly annoyed. Deep down she knew he had no choice, it was the future of his company down the line, but it didn’t mean she had to like it.
“I love you, okay?” He told her, not wanting to get on an airplane with her pissed at him.
“I know. I love you too.” She answered, trying not to be mad at him. “Have a safe flight.”
After she hung up the phone, Amelia realized her son standing in the kitchen doorway with a sad expression.
“Dad forgot about me?” Was the only thing he asked Amelia, leaving the woman confused.
“What, sweetie?”
He approached the kitchen island, a very upset look on his face.
“He promised me he would take me to my first Comic Con, which is tomorrow.” Oliver explained to her very slowly, like he was trying to put together the facts and make sense out of the situation himself. “But you just wished him a ‘safe flight’, so he won’t be here. Which means he forgot about me.”
Amelia could swear her heart had broken into tiny little pieces after she heard what her son told her, seeing him struggle not to cry and show weakness in that moment, quickly drying a tear that was threatening to fall from his right eye.
“Umm… It’s okay.” He nodded, swallowing dry, like he was trying to convince himself that it was fine. “I can go next year.”
Before Amelia could say anything to him, her son was already out the door, going to his room.
In that moment, Amelia knew two things for sure.
One was: Her son wouldn’t miss his first Comic Con.
And two: She was going to kill Owen Hunt.
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So, in yet another bout of procrastination from my studies, I found a link via Facebook to an insightful article on Gen Z (or iGen), and sort of just immersed into it. The article goes to great lengths to describe the incoming generation’s mindset and how it’s penchant for mobile phones and social media is destroying their mental health, which made me ponder my own life.
I know I’ve talked about Gen Z before, and my dealings with them, comparing them to my generation, the infamous Millennials. I probably came off as smug. To be sure, a lot of the things associated with Gen Z, even things that came to the fore with my generation, aren’t things I’m really enamoured by, but they aren’t the fault of Gen Z any more than they are the fault of Millennials. I’ve actually been hearing more about Gen Z in media lately, almost as if the world has actually realized that we can’t have people born in the mid-’80s apart of the same generation as those born in the early 2010s. I’m really just trying to not feel usurped by this upstart, now-trending generation. Gen Z encompasses people born from the late ‘90s to early 2010s, a generation that doesn’t remember 9/11 or a world without smartphones. Spooky, eh?
For me, what the article describes of the Millennial upbringing is accurate -- I did grow up with computers and the internet, but I didn’t have it around me at all hours. I remember in junior high, rushing out after school, to catch the earliest bus home so that I could chat on MSN with a friend living in Spain before he had to go to bed. But that whole day at school? Aside from class-designated computer time in a dedicated lab, which didn’t even occur daily, it was entirely offline. We weren’t even able to bring our own laptops to school until 11th grade, and even then, most didn’t. My first cellphones could only arduously send SMS via T9 technology, which limited its usefulness. And accessing the internet with a circa 2002 Nokia? What a joke! This was an epoch before the endless onslaught of apps, a world without filters and Bitmoji. Essentially, even though we largely got our first cell phones by 13 or 14, they were quite limited in capability. What’s more is that they were strictly banned from usage during class time in junior and senior high, something that was lifted a few years after I graduated high school. I realize this last bit is more geographically-dependent, as I’m sure many school boards throughout the world were more lax on cell phone usage circa 2008, and even with the outright ban, many still snuck it into class.
Furthermore, I didn’t really grow up with social media. I know I’m a bit of an outlier for a Millennial, but I had Tumblr before I had Facebook, and the only social network I was apart of in high school was Flickr. Still, I watched as peers, using Nexopia and Facebook, and migrating to early smartphones, fall prey to the now all-too-common side effects of social media and chatting. Hell, I still dealt with it through MSN, Flickr, and such. Our app-centric, mobile world is merely an outgrowth of this paradigm.
Now, though, things are different. I have an iPhone, I have multiple social media accounts, and use multiple chat services. An onlooker could easily peg me as one fully in embrace of the 2017 “always on” lifestyle. This is where the article really started to intrigue me. A lot of what the article was describing vis-a-vis the Gen Z kids seemed applicable to this late Millennial. Perhaps partly due to my not being that far removed from that generation’s eldest cohorts. Although I did grow up without iPhones and iPads and the ability to constantly be “on,” it’s now 2017, and that difference has eroded. I was surprised at the kinship I was feeling towards Gen Z and their woes mentioned in the article. I may remember a time before all this stuff, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m living it now.
I recognize I spend too much time on social media, on chat apps, and to a lesser extent, my computer. It does make me feel much lonelier than when I spend time in the physical world with friends and family, even if too much of that is exhaustive. It does produce an environment where it’s inevitable to compare yourself to others, and resent others for how much fun they’re projecting on Instagram and Facebook, even if it’s really just a veneer. Things like read receipts, last active information, and so forth just further aid at digging in the dagger. It also produces an environment where you’re more likely to just stay in and send Snaps to friends than go out with them, which goes against human nature, as a social species. It’s obviously extremely toxic and yet most can’t stop the vicious cycle.
I’ve had my issues with Facebook in particular, and regularly contemplate deleting it, especially now that you can have a Messenger account independent of Facebook. I’ve deactivated, I’ve deleted the app; now, I’m merely abstaining from posting to it and have moved the mobile app to a more hidden locale on my phone. But honestly, it’s a problem I have with pretty much all social media, at least social media that is more personal. I’m more ok with Twitter; it’s mostly just news and memes, not a detailed look into personal lives. Tumblr is similar, due to its more anonymous nature, although when it was a more active platform, I had the same issues with it.
I recognize that I’m happier when I interact more with the physical world and I really don’t like spending so much time online. But for me, there’s two major impediments to either significantly curtailing usage, or doing a total blackout, and I recognize it as a detriment to my health.
The first is school, which is obviously not actually related to social media, and so it isn’t an obvious reason for why I can’t stop spending time online. But, because of how post-secondary is set up now, a lot of stuff occurs online, be it through e-mail, or eClass, where you gain access to readings and slides, not to mention being a place to take notes. I’ve stopped typing notes, except in special cases, though I still end up using a computer to access other essential stuff for my courses. And in doing so, it is all too tempting to look one tab over to Twitter, or see a new notification on Facebook, and then you go down that rabbit hole, and bam, you’ve lost 30 minutes of productivity. I’m beginning to intentionally keep my laptop browser’s tabs all school related now, though I sometimes still get tempted to open new tabs, or tabs sometimes remain open from downtime. The other, ancillary thing to being on campus is that I’m out, which means I have my phone on me, which means it’s always just there. I may turn my phone to ‘do not disturb’, but the addictive qualities of smartphones just means I will still manually check for new notifications every now and again. To entirely remove the distraction of my iPhone, personally, it can’t be present, which is why when I do homework at home, I make sure my phone is nowhere nearby. Perhaps I should start leaving the phone at home.
The other impediment is more obvious to those who are aware of my background as a photographer. Since DeviantArt and Blogger, through Flickr, Facebook, et al, and onto Instagram, social networks have been utterly vital for 21st century creatives to push their work to the wider public. So, although it can be fun to just use social for everyday stuff, I use it as a more serious avenue, and feel it as a necessary evil nowadays. How am I supposed to share and connect with other artists in 2017 if I do a social media blackout? A blackout may solve the previous impediment, but not this one. Having an Instagram is now so essential to share content as a creative.
I could do away with the smartphone, and only use social media and the internet when I’m connected to a computer proper, and essentially live a 2005 existence with the 2017 internet. I’ve contemplated swapping the iPhone for a flip phone, and I swear it’s only partly over 2000s nostalgia. I honestly am not hating that idea. A problem arises from something I’ve belaboured before -- my disdain for the mobile-centric nature of social networks nowadays. Sure, you can browse and explore Instagram from Chrome on your PC or iMac, but you can’t DM, you can’t view Stories, and most importantly, you can’t upload without tricking your browser into thinking it’s an iPad. Of all the social I use for more serious use today, Instagram is by far the most pivotal, due to its visual nature and strong engagement. I’ve connected with a lot of amazing photographers, artists, and friends through it. Even if mobile phones are to blame for teen suicide now being higher than teen homicide, it doesn’t change the fact that they’re at the zeitgeist for connecting in 2017, and app developers know that kids are using their phones far more than their computers and correspondingly create experiences that are mobile-centric. It helps coding for a mobile interface is easier than a traditional desktop interface, too.
As things continue, it seems like crucial connections will be increasingly on platforms that couldn’t give a rats ass about desktop interfaces, and so I realize a mobile device is still necessary, unfortunately. Perhaps I could swap my iPhone for an iPod Touch, or migrate my SIM card to a “dumbphone” and keep the iPhone as a Wi-Fi only device (basically turning it into an iPod Touch). I could also just get an iPad. I actually sort of like that idea, but many mobile apps, like Instagram and Snapchat, don’t have a proper version for this mobile device. I could just get an Android tablet, which doesn’t have the same differentiation that iOS has between phones and tablets, but I’ve had issues with Android, such that, at the risk of sounding like a Cupertino cliche, I’d rather have an iPad if I got a tablet.
Regardless, something needs to change. The current reality is too connected for my well-being. My productivity is way down, too. I’m too distracted. What I find most ironic is that I was planning on watching The Social Network tonight, and instead, got engrossed in a random article, which inspired me to write an essay for the first time in eons with Starboy as my backdrop. The result was still the same, however -- I again thwarted plans to further push through studies.
What a world we live in.
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Opinion: Inside the Mendocino Complex fire evacuation zone
In between the fires is Clear Lake, and hugging the north side of the lake is Highway 20, its pavement smeared red in places with fire retardant dropped from planes.
The largest wildfire in California’s history is actually two fires — the River Fire and the Ranch Fire — cutting across vast areas of wilderness in three counties of Northern California.
Together they are called the Mendocino Complex fire, and have scorched more than 300,000 acres. So far, though, relatively few homes have burned down, and no one has died. The surrounding region is a mosaic of lush vineyards, rustic lake communities and a Hot Springs that once catered to famous customers (it advertises itself as “Jack London’s favorite hot spot.”)
In between the fires is Clear Lake, and hugging the north side of the lake is Highway 20, its pavement smeared red in places with fire retardant dropped from planes. The highway connects a string of lakeside communities where residents were ordered to evacuate because of worries that winds could shift quickly and drive the fire to edge of the lake.
On Wednesday morning, we drove roughly 50 miles along Highway 20, from the firefighters’ base camp in Ukiah to the town of Clearlake Oaks, while the region was still under a mandatory evacuation order.
But in California, mandatory evacuations are, in effect, not mandatory. Law enforcement agencies do not force residents to leave, and along the lake, many stayed as the fire raged, to defend their homes.
— Upper Lake, 9:45 a.m.
The Hi-Way Grocery has been in Pat Lynch’s family since 1962, and across those years the store has been closed only twice each year, for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
“We’re not at the holidays yet,” said Lynch, 64, sitting near the cash register in his apron.
So he stayed. And business has been good, selling necessities to the firefighters and other emergency workers: chewing tobacco, toothbrushes, energy drinks and “a lot of deli sandwiches.”
“They get tired of those fireline lunches,” he said.
Upper Lake — founded in 1854, a red archway in town announces — lies just beyond the checkpoint to the evacuation zone, which is managed by the National Guard and the Highway Patrol. Upper Lake was settled by two Anglo-Americans who had helped lead a revolt against Mexican rule in nearby Sonoma, a nugget of history written on the back of the postcards Lynch has stacked on the front counter. Upper Lake’s main street is a line of Old West-style storefronts, and with the evacuation of most residents, the place had the feel of a ghost town.
Lynch described the area as economically depressed, and a place where people like to be left alone by the government. And even amid a devastating fire season and news reports about rising temperatures, there is plenty of skepticism over climate change.
“Millions of years ago, I’m sure they had fires that raged and raged for months — it just so happens that we are in one of those cycles,” Lynch said.
Other residents have stayed behind because they are worried about looters, concerned that they would return to find “their back doors kicked in,” he said.
As he spoke, one of his regulars, Steve Lugger, came in to buy cat litter.
“I’m the last living one in my family, and I just wanted to live in my house,” said Lugger, 68. “And I have 12 cats to take care of.”
— Lucerne, 10:56 a.m.
On a normal day, you can see clear across the lake, where almost every weekend there is a bass fishing tournament. But the fires have brought a thick haze of smoke.
The names of some of the places evoke Europe — there is Nice, and then Lucerne, where a sign welcomes visitors to “the Switzerland of America.”
As the fires raged to the north, threatening the lakeside communities, some residents stayed and armed themselves with garden hoses to protect their homes, which frustrates firefighters and police officers.
“They just don’t want to lose their houses,” said Leah Robbins, a captain at the fire station in Lucerne, where the firefighters, who have recently switched to shifts of 24 hours on and 24 hours off, were working on their equipment before going back out in the field.
The problem, she said, is that “if they are watering down their houses, then water levels for fire hydrants get low.”
There are many horse ranches in the area, and some residents fled without their animals. One woman spray-painted her cellphone number on the sides of her two horses, opened the gates to turn them loose, and then evacuated.
— Clearlake Oaks, 11:38 a.m.
Spread across almost every inch of Steve Bauer’s lawn is the bric-a-brac of an ambitious yard sale: old books, kitchen utensils, a candy dispenser, camping items and used clothing. Just as the evacuation order came down, Bauer and his wife were organizing the sale, to raise spending money for a cruise to Mexico that they have planned for later this month.
“We’ve just been sheltering here in place,” he said. “We ran out of food. We ran out of dog food.”
He had a simple reason to stay. “I have a Great Dane and another dog. They don’t get along. They fight. And we only have one car.”
When residents decide to ignore a mandatory evacuation order, they are required to stay in their homes. If they are found out on the streets, they can be ticketed or forced to leave. Some residents wear shirts emblazoned with the name of a fire agency, in the hope of fooling police.
“Some people don’t like to be told what to do,” Bauer said.
He said a friendly deputy sheriff had brought him food, and he had made furtive trips to a nearby gas station that stayed open to serve the firefighters.
As he spoke, he was alerted to some good news on his phone: the evacuation order was being lifted that afternoon.
“What a relief,” said Bauer. “It’s like being grounded when you are a kid.”
— Spring Valley, 1:42 p.m.
The communities along the lake were saved from the fire, but a short detour off Highway 20 to a remote and rugged area called Spring Valley, northwest of Clearlake Oaks, told a different story.
Only in the last few years has cellphone service become available in the valley. “We just entered the 21st century here,” said Oscar Sager, 67, who excitedly showed off cellphone videos of the fires that burned around him in recent weeks as he tried to save his property.
He only partially succeeded. He owns three trailer homes on 4 acres, and one of them — the one his wife had been living in — burned down. He also shares the property with “five dogs and three birds,” he said, and all of them are safe.
“I’ve been evacuated five times in five years,” said Sager, who is retired after careers as a firefighter and a boilermaker and has recently relied for survival on the kindness of power company workers, who have given him apples and sandwiches. “I stayed each time,” he said.
Pointing to a clearing near a creek bed, he said that when the flames became too strong for his garden hose, “I sat in the field over there and watched my place burn.”
Luckily, he said, he was able to save his ice cream truck, which he has owned for about 50 years and from which he once made good money selling treats to whitewater rafters in the Rumsey Canyon area to the south.
Sager’s wife will now have to move back in with him, he said. He doesn’t have insurance, so he’s not sure if he will be able to replace the burned-out trailer.
“Ever play Monopoly?” he asks, looking at his small swimming pool, filled with debris and dirt. “This is Baltic. Mediterranean and Baltic.”
This article originally appeared in The New York Times.
Tim Arango © 2018 The New York Times
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35+ Crowd-Fund Campaigns for Designers This Black Friday
If huge discounts at the mall aren’t enough to drag you away from the turkey leftovers, then we’ve got the perfect solution for you: We’ve put together the 35+ best crowd-funding projects that are live right now, so you can spend your hard-earned green with the least effort possible.
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Pens & Pencils
If there’s one thing crowd-funding sites do well, it’s writing instruments.
Pen Comet
Pen Comet is a stunningly minimal pen that uses magnets to attach its cap. Available in silver, gold, or space gray, it’s the perfect accompaniment to a desk littered with Apple products.
Woopen
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pencil+
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Rabbit Hole
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Hello World: The Film
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Bay View Printing Co
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Home Computer Museum
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Migo
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Circa
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Somnox
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SmartphoneBOX
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35+ Crowd-Fund Campaigns for Designers This Black Friday
If huge discounts at the mall aren’t enough to drag you away from the turkey leftovers, then we’ve got the perfect solution for you: We’ve put together the 35+ best crowd-funding projects that are live right now, so you can spend your hard-earned green with the least effort possible.
Crowd-funding sites are packed with tempting offers, from must-have gadgets, to community projects you’ll be proud to back. Take a look at some of the best projects that are funding now, and need your support.
Pens & Pencils
If there’s one thing crowd-funding sites do well, it’s writing instruments.
Pen Comet
Pen Comet is a stunningly minimal pen that uses magnets to attach its cap. Available in silver, gold, or space gray, it’s the perfect accompaniment to a desk littered with Apple products.
Woopen
Woopen is a wooden pen that doubles as an anti-stress device thanks to its unique shape. It takes standard refills, and comes with a nice case. With weeks to go it’s 20% funded already.
pencil+
Redefining how we use pencils, pencil+ is a sharpener, extender, and transporter. It lets you use your pencils right down to the nub. With over a month to go it’s fully funded already.
TTi-108 Titanium Pencil
Claiming to be the best made titanium pencil in the world, it certainly looks the part. Don’t be fooled by the prices listed in Hong Kong Dollars, rewards start around $150.
Ti Arto EDC
A solid titanium pen that takes any kind of refill without the upsetting wobble. With a month to go it’s reached its funding goal twenty times over!
Community
Crowd-funding isn’t just about buying crazy gadgets, it’s also about helping out other people and making the world a better place.
Rabbit Hole
Rabbit Hole is the senior show for a group of design students from California State University, Long Beach. Everyone deserves a senior show, it’s a great cause with some cool swag.
Hello World: The Film
Hello World: The Film is a documentary exploring the world of code, what it powers, and the coders who write it. If you’ve got $5000 to spare, you can even get yourself in the credits.
Bay View Printing Co
This letterpress print shop wants to become a creative hub for Milwaukee, by opening up their studio to the local community. Back them and grab some letterpress swag.
U&I PCA Graphic Design Final Show
Another senior class hoping to crowd-fund their final show, this time at the D&AD New Blood Festival. This one’s fully funded but the personalized rap song reward is still up for grabs.
Home Computer Museum
Bart van den Akker is setting up a home computer museum in the heart of Europe. The ambitious project is the perfect opportunity for a tech giant looking to hand out sponsorship.
Tech
The mainstay of crowd-funding sites are innovative tech gadgets. Here’s our pick of the best projects to back right now.
Migo
Migo’s a portable, internet-enabled, industrial quality 3D printer. A great entry level device for introducing yourself to the world of 3D printing, they’re just reached 100% funding.
Bolt
Bolt’s a fully integrated internet of things platform, with built-in machine learning. Their previous crowd-fund missed its goal, this time they’ve passed 300% funding, good job!
Kappa
Kappa is a 3D printer developed at the University of Singapore. Successfully funded over on Kickstarter, it’s now available on Indiegogo on demand.
Cinego
A personal, immersive, 4K cinema experience, Cinego looks like a VR headset, but is really a high-quality 2D screen. They’re running a limited time 50% discount for Black Friday.
Typography
If you’re a fan of typography, you’ll find lots of projects to back on crowd-fund sites.
Vaughan Oliver Archive
A legendary album designer for bands including The Pixies, The Breeders, and more. This project wants to collect Vaughan Oliver’s work into book form.
Web Typography
Richard Rutter’s guide to web typography is critically acclaimed already. The project is fully funded and past deadline, but you can still order the book.
Garamond Corpvs
A great gift for anyone who loves typography, these detailed posters take the idea of the anatomy of letters a step further, by illustrating the skeletal structure of type.
Martin Luther Handwriting Font
This project aims to create a script font based on the 500-year-old letters of Martin Luther, of reformation fame. Contribute to this project and get the licensed font when it’s ready.
W. A. Dwiggins: A Life in Design
The biography of W. A. Dwiggins, one of the 20th centuries most important designers. Fully funded on Kickstarter you can grab the perks for the standard edition on Indiegogo.
Vignelli: From A to Z
Based on 10 years of lectures at Harvard design school, this popular design book has been unavailable for years. This project is working to reissue it.
Learn to Code
Do you want to learn to code, or would you like to help kids learn? Either way there’s a ton of options.
MatataLab
MatataLab is a coding toy for kids aged 4–9 that lets them program a robot, create music, and make art. This one has already passed 100% funding with almost a month still to go.
Code Cards
A fun social way to learn to code, Code Cards are basically a gamified version of the flash cards you used in school. Choose from HTML5, CSS3, JavaScript, and Ruby decks.
Erase All Kittens
Erase All Kittens is an epic adventure game that teaches kids, especially girls, how to code. A third of the way to its target, pledge before 21st December and gift membership to kids you know.
Learn Bootstrap 4 By Building Real World Projects
A comprehensive course designed by expert tutors to get you up to speed with Bootstrap 4 fast. This one only has 48 hours to go, so if you want to back it, act quickly.
DevKit
DevKit is an iOS application that helps students build apps without the need to learn to code at all. Pledge just $10 and you’ll get a year’s subscription.
Pip
Pip is a Raspberry Pi powered device that lets your kids tinker with code, starting with a simple drag and drop approach and building up to full code.
Accessories
Crowd-fund sites are stocked with hundreds of designer accessories. Here are some we’d love to see on our desks.
Halo Wireless Phone Charger
Using wireless charging technology to keep your cellphone running, this is a great looking device that would grace any desk. With 20 days to go, they’re halfway to their target.
The Minimalist Notebook
If you’re tired of Moleskines, why not grab an architect-designed pure white notepad edged in natural copper. They’ve got a month to find 95% funding for this beauty.
Mara Pen
Mara Pen is a new breed of motion controller, perfect for design pitches, or conference talks. Fully funded back in February it has since raised 939% of its target. You can still grab the perks.
Ingo Stylus
Ingo Stylus is a compact stylus that extends to full size telescopically. It’s fully analogue so you don’t need to worry about charging, syncing, or device compatibility.
Photography
Photography is one of the world’s most popular hobbies, so it’s no surprise that budding entrepreneurs are pitching to that market.
Prynt for Android
Prynt turns your Android device into an instant camera, just like a Polaroid. It’s the best thing to happen to mobile photography since Instagram.
Reflex Analog Camera
Resurrecting the 35mm analog film format is Reflex, the first newly designed SLR camera in a quarter of a century. The body uses a standard lens format, and there are no megapixels to care about.
Fishball for iPhone
Fishball claims to be the world’s first 360 degree smart phone lens. Simply clip it directly to your iPhone and start recording video and images that are perfect for VR.
Capsule
Capsule’s a safe place to store digital photos without uploading them to the cloud. Its built-in AI will help you sort your collection as well, so all you have to do is shoot from your devices.
De-stress
If you want to boost your creativity, the best thing you can do is de-stress, and get a good night’s sleep.
Qoobo
Quite possibly one of the weirdest products you’ll ever see crowd-funded, Qoobo is a pillow with a tail. The tail wags when you cuddle it. Perfect if your landlord won’t let you keep pets.
Circa
Circa is a standalone smart alarm that aims to help you get a restful night’s sleep by keeping your smartphone out of the bedroom. Great for anyone who can’t turn off Facebook.
Somnox
Somnox is a sleep robot that helps you get a better night’s sleep with breathing regulation, sounds, and affection. Can’t afford the robot? They have socks too.
SmartphoneBOX
SmartphoneBOX is a rubber dock for smartphones that does nothing except take your phone out of your hand. If you struggle to disconnect, this might work for you.
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35+ Crowd-Fund Campaigns for Designers This Black Friday
If huge discounts at the mall aren’t enough to drag you away from the turkey leftovers, then we’ve got the perfect solution for you: We’ve put together the 35+ best crowd-funding projects that are live right now, so you can spend your hard-earned green with the least effort possible.
Crowd-funding sites are packed with tempting offers, from must-have gadgets, to community projects you’ll be proud to back. Take a look at some of the best projects that are funding now, and need your support.
Pens & Pencils
If there’s one thing crowd-funding sites do well, it’s writing instruments.
Pen Comet
Pen Comet is a stunningly minimal pen that uses magnets to attach its cap. Available in silver, gold, or space gray, it’s the perfect accompaniment to a desk littered with Apple products.
Woopen
Woopen is a wooden pen that doubles as an anti-stress device thanks to its unique shape. It takes standard refills, and comes with a nice case. With weeks to go it’s 20% funded already.
pencil+
Redefining how we use pencils, pencil+ is a sharpener, extender, and transporter. It lets you use your pencils right down to the nub. With over a month to go it’s fully funded already.
TTi-108 Titanium Pencil
Claiming to be the best made titanium pencil in the world, it certainly looks the part. Don’t be fooled by the prices listed in Hong Kong Dollars, rewards start around $150.
Ti Arto EDC
A solid titanium pen that takes any kind of refill without the upsetting wobble. With a month to go it’s reached its funding goal twenty times over!
Community
Crowd-funding isn’t just about buying crazy gadgets, it’s also about helping out other people and making the world a better place.
Rabbit Hole
Rabbit Hole is the senior show for a group of design students from California State University, Long Beach. Everyone deserves a senior show, it’s a great cause with some cool swag.
Hello World: The Film
Hello World: The Film is a documentary exploring the world of code, what it powers, and the coders who write it. If you’ve got $5000 to spare, you can even get yourself in the credits.
Bay View Printing Co
This letterpress print shop wants to become a creative hub for Milwaukee, by opening up their studio to the local community. Back them and grab some letterpress swag.
U&I PCA Graphic Design Final Show
Another senior class hoping to crowd-fund their final show, this time at the D&AD New Blood Festival. This one’s fully funded but the personalized rap song reward is still up for grabs.
Home Computer Museum
Bart van den Akker is setting up a home computer museum in the heart of Europe. The ambitious project is the perfect opportunity for a tech giant looking to hand out sponsorship.
Tech
The mainstay of crowd-funding sites are innovative tech gadgets. Here’s our pick of the best projects to back right now.
Migo
Migo’s a portable, internet-enabled, industrial quality 3D printer. A great entry level device for introducing yourself to the world of 3D printing, they’re just reached 100% funding.
Bolt
Bolt’s a fully integrated internet of things platform, with built-in machine learning. Their previous crowd-fund missed its goal, this time they’ve passed 300% funding, good job!
Kappa
Kappa is a 3D printer developed at the University of Singapore. Successfully funded over on Kickstarter, it’s now available on Indiegogo on demand.
Cinego
A personal, immersive, 4K cinema experience, Cinego looks like a VR headset, but is really a high-quality 2D screen. They’re running a limited time 50% discount for Black Friday.
Typography
If you’re a fan of typography, you’ll find lots of projects to back on crowd-fund sites.
Vaughan Oliver Archive
A legendary album designer for bands including The Pixies, The Breeders, and more. This project wants to collect Vaughan Oliver’s work into book form.
Web Typography
Richard Rutter’s guide to web typography is critically acclaimed already. The project is fully funded and past deadline, but you can still order the book.
Garamond Corpvs
A great gift for anyone who loves typography, these detailed posters take the idea of the anatomy of letters a step further, by illustrating the skeletal structure of type.
Martin Luther Handwriting Font
This project aims to create a script font based on the 500-year-old letters of Martin Luther, of reformation fame. Contribute to this project and get the licensed font when it’s ready.
W. A. Dwiggins: A Life in Design
The biography of W. A. Dwiggins, one of the 20th centuries most important designers. Fully funded on Kickstarter you can grab the perks for the standard edition on Indiegogo.
Vignelli: From A to Z
Based on 10 years of lectures at Harvard design school, this popular design book has been unavailable for years. This project is working to reissue it.
Learn to Code
Do you want to learn to code, or would you like to help kids learn? Either way there’s a ton of options.
MatataLab
MatataLab is a coding toy for kids aged 4–9 that lets them program a robot, create music, and make art. This one has already passed 100% funding with almost a month still to go.
Code Cards
A fun social way to learn to code, Code Cards are basically a gamified version of the flash cards you used in school. Choose from HTML5, CSS3, JavaScript, and Ruby decks.
Erase All Kittens
Erase All Kittens is an epic adventure game that teaches kids, especially girls, how to code. A third of the way to its target, pledge before 21st December and gift membership to kids you know.
Learn Bootstrap 4 By Building Real World Projects
A comprehensive course designed by expert tutors to get you up to speed with Bootstrap 4 fast. This one only has 48 hours to go, so if you want to back it, act quickly.
DevKit
DevKit is an iOS application that helps students build apps without the need to learn to code at all. Pledge just $10 and you’ll get a year’s subscription.
Pip
Pip is a Raspberry Pi powered device that lets your kids tinker with code, starting with a simple drag and drop approach and building up to full code.
Accessories
Crowd-fund sites are stocked with hundreds of designer accessories. Here are some we’d love to see on our desks.
Halo Wireless Phone Charger
Using wireless charging technology to keep your cellphone running, this is a great looking device that would grace any desk. With 20 days to go, they’re halfway to their target.
The Minimalist Notebook
If you’re tired of Moleskines, why not grab an architect-designed pure white notepad edged in natural copper. They’ve got a month to find 95% funding for this beauty.
Mara Pen
Mara Pen is a new breed of motion controller, perfect for design pitches, or conference talks. Fully funded back in February it has since raised 939% of its target. You can still grab the perks.
Ingo Stylus
Ingo Stylus is a compact stylus that extends to full size telescopically. It’s fully analogue so you don’t need to worry about charging, syncing, or device compatibility.
Photography
Photography is one of the world’s most popular hobbies, so it’s no surprise that budding entrepreneurs are pitching to that market.
Prynt for Android
Prynt turns your Android device into an instant camera, just like a Polaroid. It’s the best thing to happen to mobile photography since Instagram.
Reflex Analog Camera
Resurrecting the 35mm analog film format is Reflex, the first newly designed SLR camera in a quarter of a century. The body uses a standard lens format, and there are no megapixels to care about.
Fishball for iPhone
Fishball claims to be the world’s first 360 degree smart phone lens. Simply clip it directly to your iPhone and start recording video and images that are perfect for VR.
Capsule
Capsule’s a safe place to store digital photos without uploading them to the cloud. Its built-in AI will help you sort your collection as well, so all you have to do is shoot from your devices.
De-stress
If you want to boost your creativity, the best thing you can do is de-stress, and get a good night’s sleep.
Qoobo
Quite possibly one of the weirdest products you’ll ever see crowd-funded, Qoobo is a pillow with a tail. The tail wags when you cuddle it. Perfect if your landlord won’t let you keep pets.
Circa
Circa is a standalone smart alarm that aims to help you get a restful night’s sleep by keeping your smartphone out of the bedroom. Great for anyone who can’t turn off Facebook.
Somnox
Somnox is a sleep robot that helps you get a better night’s sleep with breathing regulation, sounds, and affection. Can’t afford the robot? They have socks too.
SmartphoneBOX
SmartphoneBOX is a rubber dock for smartphones that does nothing except take your phone out of your hand. If you struggle to disconnect, this might work for you.
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Four Tips To Ditch Your Smartphone Addiction for Good
The modern world has brought to us an unparalleled quality of life that our ancestors could have never dreamed of.
Instantaneous communication with other people, information at the click of a button, and on-demand movies are just a few of the offerings on the modern buffet table.
For most people, all or most of these conveniences are accessed through their cellphones.
There’s no problem with this…until it gets to the level of a compulsive behavior (i.e. an addiction).
Why Cellphone Addiction Is Overlooked
Many people think addiction only comes in the form of a pill or a powder, that is mainly through external substances.
Parents have a good laugh amomg and say “Hah, hah, he/she just can’t put down his phone no matter what!”.
It seems innocent at the outset, but compulsive behavior is just one step from addiction (which is the end result).
Addiction is addiction regardless of the behavior or origin. Addictions still work on the neurotransmitter system within the brain.
There are many neurotransmitters but the main one involved in behavioral addictions is dopamine.
Dopamine is the neurotransmitter responsible for reward-motivated behavior.
Certain activities release more dopamine than others. These are activities related to sex, food, drugs, etc.
The Internet is a big stimulant of dopamine because the Internet contains a lot of novelty.
Social media, shopping, porn, email – these are all novel experiences only found on the Internet.
To us humans, novelty is rewarding because it tells the brain on a subconscious level, “hey, this might be useful for your survival”. New information releases dopamine. This is very good because our ancestors would not have made a majority of discoveries without this tendency to seek out novelty.
As of November 2016, over half of the world’s population accessed the Internet through a cellphone. What does this ultimately mean?
Cellphone addiction is inherently an Internet addiction, which is turn is driven by novelty seeking.
Smartphone addiction has no physical effects like drug addiction, so all’s well – right?
Wrong.
Why Smartphone Addiction Is Detrimental to Your Self-Development
You’re dedicated to self-improvement since you are reading this article.
One of the easiest ways to destroy your self-improvement efforts is to be addicted to your smartphone or the Internet.
Smartphones provide an endless assortment of stimulation. Games, Internet, chatting, text, the list of goes on and on and on.
But here’s what no one is saying: you are essentially wasting time. You aren’t doing anything inherently productive.
You can spend an entire day spiraling down the Internet-based rabbit hole making absolutely no progress on your goals, whatsoever.
Eventually, you will question where the time went – because you spent it on a smartphone.
This is especially dangerous to kids and teenagers, who have a greater tendency to develop addictions and compulsions because their brains are still growing at a fast clip.
If you’re trying to get better at a skill or manage your time better, being addicted to your smartphone will absolutely destroy the chances of that happening.
You may not think you’re addicted, but if you experience separation anxiety or withdrawal – those are strong signs that you are.
4 Tips to Stop the Madness
In the Power of Habit, Charles Duhigg states that for any habit, addiction, or compulsion you have, there is a cue, a routine, and a reward.
In this case, the cue is hearing or seeing your cellphone ring or buzz.
The routine is picking it up and fiddling with it.
The reward is the sense of satisfaction from using your phone.
All of these cascade to build up to smartphone addiction.
Use these four steps to hijack the “habit loop” before you can even start it.
1. Remove the stimulus
There’s a saying that goes: “cut the head off of the snake and the body dies”. This is true for smartphone addiction. Out of sight, out of mind (in a way).
If you have trouble with your smartphone use, keep it out of sight. Since it’s out of sight, there’s a lower chance that you’ll reach for the phone.
Put the phone in a lockbox until you are finished with work. This will train your mind to associate “work” with “not touching the smartphone”.
2. Buy an alarm clock
For many people, the first thing they do is reach for their phone…because their alarm rings and they go and turn it off.
Since the phone’s in your hand, might as well check the news right?
You are already starting the first five minutes of your day with a phone in your hand, mind you when the subconscious is still largely active.
What impact will this have on your psychology?
Bypass all of this with an alarm clock. When the alarm sounds, turn it off – not your phone.
3. Delete certain applications
If someone who’s heavily addicted to prescription medication can’t throw away the bottle – they can at least throw away the pills.
In this case, you can’t really throw away the “bottle” (phone) but you can throw away the “pills” (apps).
Instead of seeing an app and clicking on it (like a knee-jerk reaction), you can remove the cue entirely. That way, you won’t have to wrestle resisting the urge to go ahead and use the application.
In order to do this, you first have to have the willpower to actually delete the application from your phone. That take some degree of self-discipline.
Then again, if you have a smartphone addiction – your sense of self-discipline may be compromised in that area.
4. Revert to a flip phone
This is a “final solution”. If you find it hard to do all of the above, then you can return back to a flip phone (pejoratively known as a “dumb phone”).
Flip phones contain no shiny apps, no ability to rapidly connect to the Internet, no ability to play high fidelity games.
Flip phones are also workhorses. Their battery life is longer than the average smartphone.
Besides, you won’t be alone. Millions of people around the world still use flip phones and they function perfectly fine.
To wrap this up, it’s quite clear that cellphone and smartphone technology has changed our landscape to a significant degree.
As we progress further into the 21st century, the numbers of people who have a smartphone addiction will increase.
You don’t have to be one of them. By using the techniques here, you can break your dependency on smartphones and get on the high road to high achievement.
It’s a much better path to take and your future self will thank you.
http://www.successwize.com/four-tips-to-ditch-your-smartphone-addiction-for-good/
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