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also i miss the hell out of the little mom-and-pop photo developers we used to have before everything went digital. yeah sure i can upload my pics to walgreens and have them in 10 minutes but they look HORRIBLE because no human being took part in the development process to do things like minor color and lighting corrections and make sure things are centered and not cut off. screens are backlit so photos always look bright and vibrant but that doesn't just translate straight into print, there's gotta be finesse, and no one finessed photos better than that teensy little old lady who had been working the West Portal Photo lab since before god himself first drew breath. she made my 7th grade science museum field trip disposable camera pic look like they should be in Vogue.
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Man the manga makes it look so fun to be a Nobody!
I really marvel at how they captured the uncanny nature of the enemy Nobodies?? Cos seriously the whole point of them is that they look humanoid but move in really inhuman ways. And each individual enemy type has its own unique mannerisms for this, but in general its like..slugs? I'm pretty sure its slugs?? They stretch and squish and wiggle around and its like pretty much EXACTLY how medicinal leeches move, but thats a very underrated animal so its probably more likely it was slugs or worms. Like 'hey lets exaggerate slugs' but BELIEVE IT OR NOT THAT FATEFUL WIGGLIER SLUG DOES TRULY EXIST. And i love their cutie patoot lil faces. And the world needs to appreciate them more!
...ok im getting offtopic but you get the gist of what i mean. The basic Dusk enemies are vaguely humanoid things with their arms and legs tapering off into sticklike points, and they either wiggle them around like leech heads or hold their arms behind them naruto run style and use their entire body as a leech! Like its more likely that they pick up stuff by wrapping around it like a snake, rather than just using hands?? And also they can fly and stick to ceilings and just generally have loads of fun?? And look really pretty?? And some of the other more complex nobodies look even cooler doing their weird wiggle flying. Like the Assassin type have these weird big metal petal shapes on their arms that flutter like feathers and make them look like winged snakes crossed with.. Kites...? Kites made of kimonos? Being worn by a man with no face..?
SERIOUSLY WHO DESIGNED THESE FUNKY THINGS THEYRE SO UNIQUELY GENIUS
And aaa the Days manga has a REALLY good panel showing a big swarm of them in flight and it just looks SO MAGICAL AND SPOOKY! this is the exact kind of Aesthetically Nutso Ghost Monster Person i wish i could be! The manga is so cool at iimplying the same sense of inhuman motion by drawing them like motion tweens? Like theyre warped into wildly different body shapes in every panel and its just SO CREEPY and SO BADASS and SOMETIMES KINDA MAJESTIC AND ENDEARING EVEN! And this big flight scene has EVERY SINGLE INDIVIDUAL ONE drawn with its own different pose and mannerisms and like man every one of these weird squiggle flights looks like a world of fun to do!! God i love when superpowers actually look FUN, yo! It fuckin sucks that theyre just low level enemies and not ever playable. The only Nobodies that are playable or even get a big amount of screentime in cutscenes are the ones that ACTUALLY look humanoid and also move humanoid and BOOOO have zero traits of the monster theyre supposed to be. Like man just give me a whole game playing a lil bebby Nobody flying around! They remind me of the wanderers in Journey, they'd be so well suited to a chilled out exploration game like that.
And AAAAAA i get so sad thinking about how they're like bebbys!!! Noooo! Why do we not have more sympathy for them?? Like the particular way they write their 'bumbling weak enemy' scenes just comes off more like..well..sad thoughts about what happens when you lose your heart. Cos i mean the series really doesnt dwell much on the implications of the fact every single one of them used to be human! And whenever they're not being given orders by the higher ups in the organization, theyre just shown wiggling around flying in circles for fun, like a shoal of fish. They're so inhuman now, aside from vague resembelance in their appearances. They'd be seen as the cute wpodland critters in a disney princess musical number if they werent designated as monsters! Like they're not just 'dumb', they friggin dont remember how to talk anymore. And in their most memorable scene they dont understand the order "find this person" and can be easily tricked by photos of him. "Yes boss here is roxas he's a little more flatter than usual but here he is!" And they just keep gathering hundreds of the same person and never once cotton on to anything being wrong. Its so cute and also scary?? Cos seriously they are such eldritch monstrosities of fragmented soul that they move on to STEALING THE WORD PHOTOGRAPH. Just plucking it right out of the language! Failing so hard that you warp the laws of reality! I feel sorry for the poor lil guys, you definately cant say they didnt try as hard as possible!
AND SERIOUSLY THATS ALSO A COMMON TRAIT IN THE MANGA
I'm just so happy that they gave a bit more sympathy to the low level enemies because seriously WHO GIVES SUCH A GOOD DESIGN TO A LOW LEVEL ENEMY AND THEN BARELY EVER USES THEM FOR ANY SCENES
They actually give some sorts of pseudo dialogue to them?? Like during the kh2 prologue they show roxas being able to psychically perceive their thoughts while theyre trying to kidnap him. And its just so sympathetic and sad in retrospect?? They did a great job amplifying everything about this sequence because they made the Nobodies look so much scarier, made Roxas's life with his friends look even more heartwarming, and made it all super tense so you overlook all these little hints and just cheer for roxas in defeating these guys. But they left so many things that actually foreshadow that Roxas is a Nobody too, so reading this a second time is so sadddddd. I almost wish this was the first time i experienced the story, i think it does basically everything better than the original game version. Like seriously THAT ONE LINE OF WHAT THE WEAK ENEMIES ARE THINKING! "We've found you, my leige". THEY WERE JUST TRYING TO SAVE THEIR BOSS AND DIDNT KNOW WHY HE DIDNT RECOGNISE THEM. AND THEN HE ATTACKS THEM AND THEY DONT KNOW WHY!! aaa theyre just BABIES god theyre just ghost demon thingies that are like the larval stage compared to the main character versions. They dont remember who they were as humans, they just know they love their boss!! and he's apparantly been kidnapped by scary humans!! THEY WERE TRYING SO HARD TO SAVE HIM!! they got so damn close to taking over the town and they were swarming everywhere searching for him and Axel was trying so hard too and Diz just kept interrupting him before he cpuld explain or lying to roxas to manipulate them against each other! And axel even brought cake and icecream with him!! He was just trying to rescue his lil bro!!! Auuuugh seriously it was such a good twist that the Scary Monster Dudes were objectively in the right throughout this entire intro, and they just wanted to save Roxas's goddamn life. And he didnt even get to remember his peaceful days as a family with his fellow monster boyos until like five seconds before dying :(
Did anyone else just.. Not want to play kingdom hearts 2 after the prologue?
Like i couldnt stand the mood whiplash of going back to happy go lucky disney worlds with sora and having no more deep sad intriguing plot points for like ten hours of gameplay. And i could never take Organization 13 seriously as villains when the entire damn prologue was them being SUPER FUCKING SYMPATHETIC and the 'good guy' trying to murder a child in order to bring sora back. Like why am i supposed to be happy that he succeeded when i know sora himself would say no if he was told what sacrifice had to happen to bring him back? I would have been way more interested in this sequel having me play as roxas and try and take on the legacy of sora as the next hero and try and find a way to bring sora back without anyone having to die. Like the whole story could be people being all 'blah blah youre worthless youre not human your only purpose is to die for the sacrifice' and we explore all different sorts of 'heroes' doing horrible acts and justifying it to themselves because some people are just 'born evil' and its okay to do whatever you want to them. And Roxas is always struggling with almost believing that shit about himself, but in the end he does succeed to find a happy ending for everyone without a need for 'sacrifices'. And he learns to have self confidence and form his own identity and have more friendship scenes with Axel and co and also redeem all the other Nobodies please and also hug the tiny enemy childrens ones. I just did not feel much for the plot of kh2 at all except for the Nobodies!! Its just not sympathetic to have your 'heroes' arguing that 'oh they dont have hearts theyre not human they dont feel anything so theyre all evil and its all fine'. The game acts like this is true despite giving sympathetic backstories to half of them and the other half all die crying that they want to live!! What the fuck!! Like the only consolation is that they clearly cottoned on to the Org being RIDICULOUSLY POPULAR and later games literally bring all the most fan-loved ones back from the dead and add EVEN MORE sympathetic backstories and also here have a bigger villain who was really responsible and also he lied to them and theyre NOT really empty hearted and incapable of love. THEY ARE CONSTANTLY SHOWN HAVING THAT, EVEN THE WEAK LIL ENEMY DUDES HAVE ALL THAT LOYALTY TO ROXAS AAAAGH THEY DIED IN DROVES TRYING IN VAIN TO SAVE HIMMMMM
And god theyre so cute and so well designed and so sad and im sorry but AGGHHHH
I Forgot I Had So Many Emotions For The Emotionless Bebs :(
...also i really wish i cpuld get this pic of thos one panel to upload cos it looks real cool. I didnt think anything could make me love them more!!! Theyte just innocent weird snake bird worm person mannequin origami things. They just want to flutter around like messed up butterflies! And adorably poke at things they're curious about, and hold brooms awkwardly with their squiggle hands! The manga shows them doing lil chores around the house!! I LOVE THEMMMMMMM
#bunni plays khmanga#so many emotions#and man theres not even good reference pics of these lil enemies online despite how popular the game is#i hope the hd remakes still have the 3d model rotation feature in the bestiary?#i could take some snapshots myself and make more accurate fanarts#the feature was mostly useless in the ps2 original cos the resolution was too bad to see any details#plus that was a decade ago so i dont have any of my old snapshots lol#took pics of the screen on a disposeable camera
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First request here! Im so excitedd lol 😆 may i request idia, cater, vil, deuce and azul (sep) with an s/o who knows nothing about technology? Like where they come from there are no videogames, no social media, no phones, etc. So naturally s/o is curious and asks the boys to help them learn more about it.
Curiouser and Curiouser...
Idia has no idea how you've even been ALIVE for this long without ANY tech whatsoever. (No anime? No video games? What madness is this?!) In fact, when you first tell him, he almost seems repulsed at the idea of your lifestyle before coming to NRC.
He makes it a personal mission to get you acquainted with all things tech, and takes great pride in doing so. Not only does his big brain come in handy, but he also gets to show off and help out his S/O at the same time. It's like killing three birds with one stone (... or getting a triple kill combo in a shoot'm up, in Idia's case).
He prioritizes showing you how to use touch screen devices and keyboards first, since those are relatively simple to grasp. Idia may be used to them, but he knows that you aren't, so he has to start small and build up in complexity.
As he teaches you, Idia comes to rediscover many of the things he once took for granted, like a phone camera's timer or how a fresh joystick makes satisfying clicks as it is maneuvered around. Seeing your face brighten with each new feature you learn helps Idia come to appreciate his tech--not to mention fall in love with you all over again.
Of course, Idia dedicates the most time to showing you how to play video games (since he wants to be able to play co-op and party games with you)! The controller's shape is unlike anything you've ever held before, so Idia has to take your hands in his to show you how to properly hold it. His hands are ice cold like the kiss of death itself, but they quickly warm up against you, much like his flaming hair and cheeks.
Cater's super sympathetic, cooing about how he feels bad for you! He practically puts his whole life on social media, so he can't imagine living any other way! The world just seems so much smaller without his phone in his hand--so how in the world must feel?
First thing's first! Before teaching you anything, Cater insists on taking a selfie. When you respond with a confused "what's a selfie and why are we taking one?", he gives a laugh and says it'll be a good way of documenting your tech journey. Not only that, but he wants to be your first (selfie)!
With Cater being... well, Cater, he's going to show you how to navigate Magicam ;9! He even helps you set up your own account, including your profile pic and description (which tags his account, declaring Cater as your boyfriend to the public~... while his description declares you as his S/O to his thousands of followers).
He also teaches you about what the best angles and lighting are for pics! Cater points out the various filters and other editing tools at your disposal, his smiling face hovering close to yours as he swipes through your options--and when he gives you that tender sideways glance, you 100% understand why people want to capture moments forever in photos.
You quickly grasp using a touch screen keyboard, but whenever you text him, he litters his responses with emojis--maybe to better express his feelings for you, maybe to just mess with you. Sometimes he just straight up sends nothing but emojis to see if you can decipher his message! But no matter what his motive is, those colorful texts spark joy in you every time you get a notification.
Certainly, it’s unusual that you’ve never come by modern technology before, but Vil considers himself well-equipped to teach you the ins and outs of it. There’s nothing wrong with your roots, but there’s also nothing wrong with expanding your horizons, either!
His approach is very “hands on”. Vil hands you a device and, after giving you a basic rundown of its functions, allows you to explore it. The first of Vil’s many tests is sitting down for a movie together (so you can learn the remote control’s buttons). You watch, totally mesmerized, as another Vil appears on the TV. No matter where you stop or start, he always looks so beautiful--both in person and on the screen. Vil catches you staring and smirks, the lights from the movie making him appear all the more dazzling.
Vil takes on the role of a strict and somewhat overprotective guardian as he guides you through the cesspit of social media. As a celebrity, he’s big on internet etiquette and watching what he says online, so he passes on that knowledge to you. No sharing of personal details, block what makes you uncomfortable, etc. (After all, he wants his beloved to be safe online!)
While Vil wants you to have fun online, he also reminds you to not become too immersed in social media--it’s only meant to be a temporary escape. Stay too long, and you might get wrapped up in FOMO, rather than enjoying what you already have.
Vil can’t just go around parading that he’s spoken for--it would unnecessarily expose you to the public eye, and could potentially put you in danger, so he asks that you don’t @ him on socials. That’s just the price he has to pay for his star status--besides, you’ll always have him to yourself in private, right?
While Deuce is initially surprised, he's very understanding of your situation! He knows that everyone comes from different circumstances, and he doesn't let that cloud his judgement of others or of their abilities much. You’ve looked past Deuce’s old self, so he’s able to look past your own oddities!
He worries about being an adequate tutor for you, since he isn't exactly the best student himself. Just like he feared, Deuce ends up being not the best at explaining things, even the simplest of commands. He just kind of... does something, then looks at you expectantly to copy him. (B-But hey, he’s trying!)
As you slowly start to get the hang of it, Deuce gets super excited and cheers you on! A slap on your shoulder or back, a high-five, a fist bump... It’s really cute how animated he gets with your steady progress, and it motivates you to keep improving!
When it comes to helping you set up your phone, Deuce gets oddly fidgety. Then, mid-lesson, he blurts out (with a beet red face) that he’d like to have your number so you can talk, even if you can’t see each other! Deuce sighs with relief when you give him the okay--and practically drops your phone five times while he nervously punches his number in and sends a text to himself to confirm.
If your devices ever get broken, Deuce lets you know you can bring them to him for a quick fix! At first, you’re super impressed by his technical prowess--but then you realize when Deuce says he’ll “fix” something, he actually means he’ll kick, punch, and chuck your device at the wall until it works again. (And surprisingly? It works most of the time.)
Azul understands your plight, though to a lesser degree. Back when he lived in the Coral Sea, he was limited in the technologies he could access, simply because some of them did not work in the waters. Now, he’s very comfortable with using land tech and scamming tutoring others--so leave it to him to teach you everything you need to know!
You report to Azul’s office after the usual hours of operation and sit next to him as he demonstrates the various tools of his trade on a laptop. This spreadsheet program to automatically calculate net gains and losses, what’s left in their stock, total and individual sales... this search engine to do market research... this custom website for sharing the lounge’s menu... It really makes you appreciate how hard-working and dedicated Azul is!
He generally focuses on showcasing the practical applications of technology, like setting alarms and timers, and typing down important events on a phone. Azul’s sure that you’ll find them useful in your daily life, from waking up on time for classes to setting aside weekends for your dates.
He does eventually introduce you to Magicam (if only to have you follow the Mostro Lounge’s page), as well as to Kelp, some underwater restaurant review site. With (fake) teary eyes, Azul begs for you to write a review (or two, or three, or ten) to help boost the lounge’s overall star rating--and in return, he’ll reward you with a romantic candlelit dinner with all your favorite foods~
As a special gift, Azul surprises you with a pair of blue light blocking glasses! He explains that being on a screen for too long can damage your eyes, so it’s best to take precautions to protect them. Azul slips your new glasses on for you, fingers lingering on your cheeks and cupping your face--holding his whole world in his hands.
#twst x reader#Azul Ashengrotto#Azul Ashengrotto x Reader#Vil Schoenheit#twisted wonderland headcanons#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#Vil Schoenheit x Reader#Cater Diamond#Cater Diamond x Reader#Idia Shroud x Reader#Idia Shroud#Deuce Spade#Deuce Spade x Reader#curiouser and curiouser#self insert#Reader
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Saltine.
Pairing : Crowley x Plussize!Reader
Word count : 1,930
Warnings : AU (Crowley isn't a demon but is super fucking rich), Cam girl, Cam show, drinking, partial nudity
Header by : @sorenmarie87, as always. She's the best and I adore her and her work.
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The internet was filled with so many girls thinking they could get rich quick just by taking off their clothes. Like they were something special, something to behold. But really, they were one in a billion. Forgettable. Nothing different from the next person.
You were one in thousands. Slightly better odds.
Being a BBW, while nothing overly special on it’s own, did do one thing for you. People who ended up in your room knew what they wanted. They wanted a curvaceous goddess in their face. Curves and softness, something you had plenty of. The pool of plus size cam girls was smaller than the pool of everyone else.
Beyond that, you did what people paid you to do. If a guy paid you to fill your room with balloons and pop them one after another by sitting on them, you did it. Rub lotion all over your stomach and then spit on it, sure. Wear clothes that were two sizes too small, why not.
Tonight was kind of like that. Packages from a few regulars had shown up in your PObox, and one of them had contained a bottle of booze. Glencraig, a scotch whiskey you’d never heard of until James showed up in your chat room and paid for a private show where you drank and talked with him for an hour about two months ago. Now you had your own bottle. So you had taken a picture of it sitting between your legs, put it as your profile pic on the site and titled your chat “Me and Craig. Let’s see where this goes.”
Crowley’s bored and frustrated. The office is empty and he’s supposed to be working but he’s pent up. It’s been a long day of morons fucking shit up and he needed a god damn break. Billions of dollars at his disposal and he still couldn’t buy good fucking help to run his business.
He’s scrolling through women, looking for someone to catch his eye and quickly realizing he doesn’t think anyone will. They’re all the same. Once you’ve had one, you’d had them all, and he’s had plenty in his time. Fergus McLeod was no innocent. He was the farthest thing from it.
With a grunt of disapproval, he started looking for something different, hoping for something new. Key words being typed into searches, but nothing catching his eye in half of those either. Not for long, anyways. ‘BBW’ was a keyword he’d hit. Not many girls online, some of them into some niche things that he’d honestly consider, but all their pictures were the same. Every single one.
Except one. It had him leaning closer, trying to read the label. Interested enough in that at least, he hit join. What he found inside made his cock twitch.
A dark leather chair, not too different from one he sat in himself. Smooth thick thighs he found himself wanting to bite into. And between them? The item that had taken hold of his interest, the reason he’d clicked to join. Glencraig. The bottle was freshly opened from the looks of it, about three fingers missing, so probably only on her second glass at most. He leaned in again, trying to get a closer look at the label. A soft curse fell from his lips when he saw the numbers 1974, and then ‘Aged 34 Years’. His cock twitched again, and he found himself reaching down to grip it through his slacks.
It was a close up of the bottle right now, and he wasn’t complaining. No one complained when she went to refill her glass, either. A whiskey glass was brought down to her thigh, then the bottle was brought out of where it was nestled, and a bare pussy was exposed. Chimes rang through his office, followed by a soft giggle as she poured, and then the bottle was placed back down, her pussy hidden once more behind the amber liquid and the black label. Then the camera moved.
It was tilted up more, following the glass as it was brought up to her lips and she took another sip. A shiver ran down her spine as it burned, and Crowley found himself smiling along with her. He heard another chime, then her laugh again. The tip amounted to about 75$, give or take.
“James, don’t be absurd, you already paid for the bottle.” She spoke as she pushed the camera back, giving a full view. Bottle between her legs and that seductive smile on her lips.
A message came up in the chat that read ‘Maybe I want you to be able to get yourself another. Hey guys! Let’s get her enough to order another bottle so we can have another night like this!’
The chat sped up, messages agreeing with the sentiment, and more chimes of tips being given for the cause. Another giggle came from her lips as she brought the glass back up to her mouth.
Not to be out done, Crowley made a donation of his own.
You were smiling, giggling, happy that everyone seemed to enjoy the theme of the room tonight. Glad that James approved of how you used his gift. You tilted the glass back just as a few chimes went off signaling more donations, and one of them made you choke on the scotch and spit it out. You stared at the screen, stunned as the liquid ran down off your chin.
Who the fuck was TheKing, and why did he just drop what had to be about 2 grand on you?
A new alert sounded, and you noticed you had a DM. Speak of the devil.
>> TheKing : From one Glencraig lover to another. I hope you enjoy it, love.
You stared at it, still in shock. In all your time as a cam girl, on here, on BBW specific sites, nothing like this had ever happened before. People bought gifts, sure, but this?
>> TheKing : Breathe, darling.
>> TheKing : Don’t forget to breathe.
Realizing you had just been sitting there staring at the screen, you wiped your chin off and licked your lips, trying to collect yourself. The main chat was blowing up, you weren’t the only one dealing with shock and awe with what just happened.
“Uhm.” you breathed out awkwardly, not sure what to say, how to react. Was this real? “All hail The King?” an awkward chuckle followed the words, but the chat room was filled with messages of ‘all hail TheKing!’ “Should I bow.. or..” you joked, with a shy smile.
>> TheKing : No need to bow, love.
>> TheKing : Though I wouldn’t say no to a conversation.
A soft smile graced your lips before you typed out your answer.
<< Saltine : We’re having a conversation.
>> TheKing : I was thinking something a little more face to face.
>> TheKing : I hear your voice, you hear mine.
You licked your lips, the general chat room forgotten for the moment. With money he dropped on you, your undivided attention for a moment was the least you could do.
<< Saltine : I don’t meet people from the site in person. It’s a safety issue, I’m sure you understand.
Three little dots in the corner let you know he was typing almost immediately.
>> TheKing : I wouldn’t expect you to, love. I meant more of a chat where I have my camera on too. Make it a little more intimate. I don’t mind paying for a private show where you don’t need to show anything. I would just like a drink with you.
You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment, considering the offer. Private shows didn’t really happen a whole lot, but when they did, it was charged by the minute so it was worth the time. You found yourself using your thumb to crack the knuckle of your index finger, and then your middle one before you nodded. “Yeah, we can do a private chat.” you spoke, letting the chatroom know your cam would be shutting off in there in a minute.
>> TheKing : You just made me a very happy man, darling. Whenever you’re ready, you let me know.
You were chewing on your lip as you waited for his cam to kick in. It was a moment of black before a bright light seemed to come on, and quickly it shifted. There was black in the middle of brightness, and then slowly the light seemed to adjust. It was a window. A massive window. As the lighting adjusted, you found yourself looking at a man in a suit and behind him, a city skyscape all laid out for him. Glancing at the time, you wondered where in the world he was. Was it evening like where you were, the sun still holding on and not yet ready to set, or was that a morning glow behind him. Either way, it looked beautiful.
The man himself was something to behold. Not stunningly beautiful, not young and fit like some of the guys who popped up on camera for you, but captivating. He seemed to demand attention, radiating power. He was someone. A few very short hairs touched his forehead, he had a short beard as well, one you had the urge to run your fingertips over. Dark piercing eyes that you felt burning into you as one side of his mouth turned up into a smirk at your reaction of seeing him.
“H-hi.” you stuttered, then curse yourself for it.
His smile only widened. He brought a glass up, and that’s when you noticed the bottle on his desk. The same as the bottle still sitting between your thighs. He took a sip, then placed the glass down on the dark wood. “Why Saltine?” he asked, and you felt your stomach flutter at the accent.
“Because I’m so fucking salty all the time?” You gave him a shy smile. “Why TheKing? What are you the king of?”
“Your dreams.” He answered without hesitation and a fuck ton of confidence. He was cocky, he knew the effect he had on people and how to use it. “If you wish it.”
“Tempting.” you try to tease, lifting your own glass to your lips. “Why me?” you ask before sipping.
“Glencraig. Aged 30 years or more, there is no finer drink, love. It’s rare to find a woman with such tastes.”
“It was bought for me.”
“But you enjoy it, yes?” You gave him a nod. You had to admit, it wasn’t bad. “A woman of taste.” he smiled again. “What other things do you enjoy, Saltine? Money? Things? Travel?”
“Are you offering?” he intrigued you. He really did. Something about him made you want more and you didn’t even know him. “I could use a vacation.”
“Anywhere you want, darling. Where would you like to go?”
“Paris.” You answered quickly, and it didn’t seem to faze him at all. “Scotland.” you added. “England. Ireland. India. Japan. I want to see it all.”
His smile widened again. “Scotland, eh? It has been a while since I’ve been home.”
“I was joking.” you chuckled.
“I wasn’t. In another life, I could’ve given you everything you wanted and more with just a snap of my fingers.” You sat there, stunned again. “Choose a place and I’ll send you there. If you want, I’ll take the time and meet you there. The choice is yours, darling. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this interested in anything.”
“All because of a bottle of Craig?” you asked.
“Everything good in life starts with a quality scots. Be it a whiskey, or a scotsman.” he winked. “So where first?”
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A few years after I moved down to ATL, I started working for a really good but now defunct property management company named Archstone(This was 2001 and it had been acquired by Lehman brothers so when the 08 mortgage bubble burst, so did Lehman brothers and Archstone along with it. But I digress). Anyway, one of my coworkers was a guy from Lafayette Louisiana named Kenneth Glaude. He was a little older than me and was a hip hop head(and the dude was straight hilarious) so based off of that we hit it off really good off the rip. We'd work, laughing and talking music all day. I had just started dating a girl from New Orleans(Danielle) and he would hip me to Louisiana cuisine, he'd drive to Lafayette and I'd give him cash to stop in New Orleans and buy some boudin to bring back for me, or he'd go to Houston to pick up mix cassettes of artists from Houston's local rap scene, DJ Screw, Mike Jones, Screwed Up Clique, Slim Thug, Lil Keke, Big Pokie, Lil Flip, T. Ferris and Swishahouse, all of the cats who were coming up at the time. So many cats that I can't even remember. Sure I knew about UGK, The Geto Boys, Rap a Lot, J Prince, Suave House, Tony Draper and all of that but that was about it, this cat knew it all about the next wave of Houston rap so I knew Houston's rap scene was gonna pop long before the rest of the country did. I was listening to all of the newest and hottest Houston had to offer at the time thanks to my co-worker. He taught me about sittin on a slab, swangin, candy paint, chopped and screwed music, boppers....all of that. Anyway, he lived on the property we worked at so sometimes we'd spend lunch at his apartment or after work we'd sit in the living room, listen to tapes, vibe out and he'd break down who was who rapping, who produced what, what part of Houston they were from...basically break down the entire back story of all of these new artist and producers. When you walked into his apartment the first thing you noticed when you entered his living room was a giant 10" by 14" picture of him and Tupac framed and hanging over his fireplace. Finally(after hanging out there a dozen or so times) I asked him..."Say bruh, when you meet Tupac?" Well, story was that the pic was taken outside of a convenience store in Atlanta on Roswell road. He and his friend were going in and Pac was standing at a pay phone outside of the store smoking a cigarette making a call. They lose it!!!! This was shortly after the movie Poetic Justice had hit the big screen and it was a hit. He said Pac was real cool, finished his call and just started kicking it with my friend and his buddy. My friends buddy had a big crush on Janet Jackson so he asks Pac how was it kissing Janet in which Pac replied..."Just like kissing any other(let's just say he used the word "woman"...but you can imagine what word Pac really used). He said his friend really ain't like it when Pac said that. Well, at the time my friends mother had just died and he told Tupac...."Bruh, you need to write a song about appreciating your momma. I just lost mine and when your momma dies life ain't the same. You start thinking about all the times you took her presence for granted."...he said Pac was like..."Yeah? Hmmm..." and kinda grabbed his chin like he was in thought about it. Then, his friend had a disposable camera in the car that had a few shots left and they took pictures with Tupac and left. And that's how that picture came about...then he said about a year after that picture was taken one day he was driving down Peachtree street when he heard Tupac's Dear Momma on the radio.
True story.
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@untamedtempest sent: “What’s this?”
secret item meme i done went and lost cuz i’m a fucking slow poke
Remy looked over to what it was she was asking about and saw that it was a photograph in Ororo’s hands. He didn’t realize he had left it out the night before.It was poorly lit, very obviously shot from a disposable camera, and fairly worn. “Jus’ a pic of Henri, took it dickin’ ‘round as a kid. Ain’ nothin’ really,” he said dismissively, clearing his throat and looking back to the computer screen, pretending as though the amazon cart was far more interesting.
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Wednesday 13th January 2021
Entomology Anyone?
Entomology is the study of insects and their relationship to humans, the environment, and other organisms. Entomologists make great contributions to such diverse fields as agriculture, chemistry, biology, human/animal health, molecular science, criminology, and forensics
Author’s Note: no photographs of Spiders are included in this Blog and a warning will be given if links are likely to include any. Links will be safe to click through in the first instance
It’s great when the workers’ rights are championed
We saw this sign closing off a path around Sissinghurst Castle Gardens (see tab under the main Blog header for more info on National Trust properties)
And some time ago after climbing the renovated Tower, as seen below, I was charmed to spot a Ladybird, After all it was only March (2019)
Ladybird on the new shingles at the top of the Tower - see below. The shingles are hand carved from Oak as were the originals
On closer inspection, I’m assuming because of the number of spots, that this is the aggressive non-native Harlequin Ladybird, only in the UK since 2004, but now rampant. You can’t see the white triangle on its head from this angle, but the sheer number of spots suggests so.
Ladybird ID Guide
I found a really nice blog which will be of interest to Gardeners, called Pot to Pen and the author, Robyn, wrote at the time about the restoration work on the Tower, it’s well worth a look.
Not all bugs are quite as cute as a Ladybird, even the invasive ones. Don’t ask me why, but anything green and bug like always gets called Wilf in our house and when this one hitch-hiked on the mower, I had to look it up.
The Great Green Bush Cricket aka Tettigonia Veridissima
Apparently they’re common in this part of the country and they don’t stop at jumping on board local transport. This one was on our bathroom wall one evening. I didn’t know it at the time, but the link says they can nip (they didn’t though)
Oooh funny, Crow’s just seen the pics on my screen and said ‘is that that Wilf-thing?’ There you go, proved I don’t just make all this stuff up off the top of my head.
We’ve never lived anywhere where we’ve had so many creatures invading the house. Then again we never lived anywhere quite so rural before. Some of the things we’ve seen have been just beautiful like this
White Ermine Moth aka Spilosoma lubricipeda
and this Broad Bodied Chaser in the garden
As you can imagine, I have no idea what all these things are - every day I marvel at having the internet at our disposal, although I never did establish what the snake was that we found underneath our stairs when all the doors and windows had been closed. I’m ashamed to say that rather base instinct kicked in and we evicted it with the aid of a pond dipping net (EVERY home should have one) and a very long handled sheepskin duster (ditto) With hindsight we really should’ve found something safe to put it in and done some investigation before setting it loose and these days we’d run for the camera first before anything. We’ve had Grass Snake in the garden, specifically in the grass compost heap where it was nice and warm. And we’ve encountered Adder up in the fields when we’ve been walking, so we could discount them.
At the time we’d had a few items of wooden furniture delivered, made in Indonesia or somewhere and I think I panicked that it was something weird that had come over hidden in that - unlikely I know, but not beyond the realms of possibility.
With the benefit of hindsight, perhaps it was actually just a rather large Slowworm Too late now, but I sincerely hope so.
Regardless of species, how it ended up where it was indoors is anybody’s guess. I’ve digressed again. This is supposed to be about insects and the reason I was inspired to write on that topic today was seeing a Tweet.
The National Insect Week Twitter account is always active despite Insect Week being a two yearly event and not taking place again until June 2022. They were promoting Manchester Museum’s free virtual exhibition.
* Arachnophobes: link safe to click to first page (only one mention of the word but no illustration) beyond that BEWARE.
Manchester’s own site quotes
“If we and the rest of the back-boned animals were to disappear overnight, the rest of the world would get on pretty well. But if the invertebrates were to disappear, the world’s ecosystems would collapse.”
Sir David Attenborough
Once I’d mentioned insects, Crow was on the lookout and saw a couple of mentions of Beetles on a nature account he follows. There was a particularly nice photo of the Violet Ground Beetle and then coincidentally he read about the £367M Dung Beetle and how it helps British farming, which I had been looking at as well. And strangely, bear with me, it linked to another topic.
Years back I’d had a little bit of a frosty run-in with a nearish neighbour. We were experiencing a problem with very large Hornets and there was a lot of press at the time about their impact on the Bee, particularly Honey Bee, population. We were not at all keen to share our home with these fearsome creatures, whereas the neighbour strongly objected to their eradication and insisted they are not a threat.
This one was found dead on our hearth,
Anyway, the neighbour moved away and I hope she took her Hornets with her.
It’s topical though, the health of and the threats to. our Bee population and some of that arises from the forthcoming parliamentary debate on relaxing an EU ban on pesticide.
Screenshot below via Twitter
Although according to this article last year, a ruling isn’t always a ruling, a ban isn’t always a ban.
I was also looking at this from Twitter The pesticide debate from a Farmer’s point of view...an experiment with natural predators.
BBC Sounds for Farming Today.
We started our own benign neglect effort last year and let’s face it, if doing good takes absolutely zero effort, we can all do our bit. Actually our lawns are more meadow than show pieces, so we always do our bit.
It’s marvellous how nature evolves. I’ve always had a slight interest in the back of my mind about gardening in accordance with the phases of the Moon and in symbiotic relationships in nature (including man’s) not in a hippy kind of way, in a let’s see if it works and let’s be as natural as we can way. To which end, I loved this article - Bees’ Natural Pesticide - Bees Use Poo and it’s made me feel all the more protective towards our Bees and it wraps up the beginning and end of today’s thoughts quite neatly.
What Have I Learned Today?
Everything above and the Basis for some cracking home school lessons
Link The learning resources can be filtered from age Early Years through to Adult and by topic Here
There are videos, activity suggestions, partner links, photography tips and crafts, so something for everyone. Don’t be shy, tell your friends.
Apart from screenshots, all photos today my own.
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Olympic Victory Parade Day, Sendai, 22 April 2018
(my personal account) (photos are mine, please do not repost nor use for other purposes)
Scheduled time of parade: 1.15pm to 2.10pm.
7am.... wearing my parade t-shirt and wristbands, I left my hotel and walked a short distance to the road where the parade would take place (Higashi-nibancho-dori 東二番町通り). People were already sitting in the ‘1st row’ of the roadside. I met my friend Ella and we decided on a comfortable spot where we could wait for the next 6 hours (omg) and we spread out our picnic mat.
We decided on this area because it was right opposite her hotel (Mitsui Garden) and it was in the middle of the 1.1km route. Ella’s friends would be joining us later because they were lining up to buy parade wristbands. Ella and I bought ours the day before as we arrived in Sendai earlier. (The wristbands were sold on these two days only, 21 and 22 April. Only 10,000 sets and limited to 2 sets per person.)
While I waited at our picnic mat to ‘reserve’ our spot, Ella went on a hunt to buy various local newspapers because Yuzu’s face was on all of them. Information about the parade was front page news, of course. :)
It was nice and cool in the early morning but soon it was hot. And it got hotter and hotter..... Umbrellas, hats, sunshades and sunblock came out of our bags. Later we saw news that it was the hottest day ever recorded for April in Sendai (29.9°C). I told Ella, “Cos Yuzu is sunshine.” She responded, “Cos Yuzu is the sun.” Right! :D
Even though it was very hot, everyone was just so happy and excited to be there. The event was very well-organised. Policemen and volunteers were everywhere to tell people where they can sit and where they can’t. There was always a path kept free for people to walk along the whole stretch of road. The parade planning committee had also asked convenience stores around the area to let people use their toilets, so that was not a problem. For us, we used the nice toilets in Mitsui Garden Hotel as Ella and two other friends were staying there. This photo was taken by me from the 7th floor hotel lobby at about 9.30am.
At about 8 plus, a TV station crew came looking for people to interview. There were 4 young guys who stood out from the crowd. They said they were very inspired by Yuzu and he gave them courage and motivation for their exams. As a result, all of them got into Tohoku University (one of the top universities in Japan). Wow!!!! They came for the parade because they wanted to say thank you to Yuzu. They had started waiting by the roadside since 3AM !!! I was so touched to hear that..... (pic below is when the crew came back to do the live news report)
These 2 ladies were holding a banner with the Japanese words “shiawase desu” (meaning ‘we are happy’) and they said it’s because Yuzu is always thinking about skating to give happiness to others. They want to tell him how happy they all are because of him. Yes! I want to tell him that too!
After hearing their stories, the TV announcer said he would be back in 20 minutes to do the interview on live TV news! Because we were sitting near them, the lady on the left (of pic above) told me to get ready cos we may be on national TV! (Ella quickly ran to the nearest convenience store to get a disposable face mask cos she was so shy, haha.....) Much thanks to a friend who uploaded Japanese TV news that day, we saw the programme that they appeared in: at 2.30 of this VIDEO. So happy to see it!
Later on, I chatted with the lady. Told her I really loved her banner and message and she told me how she carefully made it herself. The two of them were so nice and friendly. Much thanks to them for posing for my photo!
After the TV news excitement, Ella’s friends joined us. They managed to get their parade wristbands (they started lining up at 5am! Sales started at 8am. The previous day, Ella and I lined up from about 7am and sales started at 10am). Here are their Pooh bears happily showing off the precious bands. Behind them is one copy of the morning papers. Ci
Time passed quickly as we occupied ourselves with snacks, chitchat and more photos and selfies. I love my parade t-shirt. Bought both colours, wore the purple one on parade day and the blue one the next day. The S size fits me well and they are so comfortable.
We also took turns to walk around to see other parts of the parade route and soak in the atmosphere. At about 10.30, some volunteers (in light blue jackets) gave out Japanese flags. On the flag handles were the words “Hanyu Yuzuru senshu 2nd straight victory congratulations parade”. (’senshu’ = athlete)
All of us got a flag each.... so happy! Now, when Yuzu approaches, shall I wave my flag or hold up my blue CiONTU towel as a banner or just hold my phone steady to take photos??? hmmm........
At 11.30, the sidewalks were packed but there was always a part left free for for people to walk. (see pic below). The girl in the blue jacket was one of the many volunteers for the day.
At 12.30pm, the roads were closed to traffic. It’s finally almost time!! We all started to stand up to get ready for the parade. Our group was right behind the barricades. It was good that we came early to get this “front row” spot. :)
Pic below: friend sticking flag into hat so that hands are free to hold camera. xD Blue parade wristband on arm. Most of us wore both the blue and the purple wristbands, one on each wrist, haha.
After the traffic closure, there were some mass movements to be made. The crowd on the opposite side of the road was brought forward to the central divider because the parade bus would only be travelling down one side of the road. So people could cover the road on the other side. It was done really neatly even though the crowd was so huge..... I really love the Japanese for being so orderly. One man with a loudhailer went down the road telling people what to do. Essentially, it’s to hold hands and move forward slowly a certain number of steps on his count. And this was done section by section all the way down that 1.1km route. So now the people on opposite side of the road were much closer to us! (pic below) Our side was also moved forward in the same way by 5 steps. This also meant there was a lot more space for more people to join in and watch the parade.
Another TV news crew came by, and then there were helicopters flying overhead. It’s time!!!!
1.15pm, Yuzu is on the stage!!! So handsome!!! We watched the live stream of the opening ceremony on our handphones. I shared my phone screen with 2 older Japanese ladies near me and they were very grateful. :) Then, finally, Yuzu was getting on the parade van! Being in the middle of the route was good. We didn’t have to wait long to see the start of the contingent approaching!
When the parade van approached our area, Yuzu was looking towards the other side. We shouted loudly, “YUZU!!! YUZU!!!” And he turned to our side and waved!!!
[same pic cropped and enlarged:]
As he waved, he glanced down at our group at one point! I was so happy that my mind went blank! I should have shouted “omedetou!!!” (congrats) but I totally forgot! I just stood there holding my Ciontu towel and looking up at his beautiful face. Then he pointed at something in the crowd and laughed and said something (but we don’t know what)..... omg...... he was really too cute for words. I recovered in time to snap a few more photos before the van became too far away. Aww...... it was so awesome to see him so happy.......
After the parade van passed our area, the crowd slowly dispersed. We went to Ella’s hotel room to watch the rest of the parade on TV. She made coffee for us and we also had some sparkling wine to celebrate. Her friends thanked us for picking a good spot for the parade..... haha, we were really lucky!!!
After the parade was the press conference and part of it was aired live on that TV channel. As always, we marvelled at how well he answered the questions. When the programme ended, we all wrote postcards to ourselves to send back home, so that we would have one more souvenir of this fabulous day. We used Yuzu-postcards that were specially made by one friend. These amazing fans have really great ideas! Look how cute the cards are!
We went to the convenience store nearby to get stamps and dropped our cards into the post box outside the store. While walking through a shopping street, we suddenly saw some people near us giving out newspapers.... it was a free paper with the parade photo and news! Wow that was fast! We quickly lined up and got a copy each. How lucky we were to be passing by!
Being part of the crowd at the parade was a marvellous experience. It was so wonderful to be among Yuzu’s people and to show him our love and support together. Waiting at the roadside for more than 6 hours was fun, thanks to all the fans around me! I would do it again in a heartbeat. Thank you, Sendai!! Thank you, Yuzu-fans!! And finally, the words that I wanted to shout from the bottom of my heart but was struck speechless (Yuzu’s fault).....
YUZU, おめでとう！！！そして ありがとう！！！(congrats and thank you!!!)
--I really enjoyed my Sendai holiday. The local people were so warm and friendly and many of them thanked us for coming for the parade. I plan to write soon about other parts of my trip.... like chatting with locals while queuing for wristbands and realising how pure and simple their love and support for Yuzu is; going to Ice Rink Sendai and skating there; being moved to tears at Sunao Noto-san’s photo exhibition; eating delicious gyu-tan and zunda-mochi; visiting places with Yuzu’s signature and simply enjoying the beauty of his hometown..... Update: [Part 2 of my holiday] [Part 3] [Part 4]
--Except for the parade route map which is from Japanese news, all photos are taken by me; please do not use or repost without my permission. Thank you.
--For some numbers about the parade, see this post.
#olympic victory parade#sendai victory parade#Yuzuru Hanyu#victory parade#took so long to write cos I have so much to share and didn't know how to start#decided to just start with the most important day and main reason I was there
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Taryn Manning Shares Epic 'Crossroads' Throwback Pic With Britney Spears and Zoe Saldana
The ‘90s nostalgia is officially in overdrive.
Taryn Manning took to Instagram on Tuesday to share a throwback pic of herself with Britney Spears and Zoe Saldana while filming Crossroads -- and we cannot believe how young all of these ladies look!
“Thank you for this picture again,” Manning, 38, captioned the photo. “Someone took it off a disposable camera I had lol. Always makes me smile:) #crossroads”
WATCH: Taryn Manning Wants a Britney Spears Reunion on 'OITNB,' Says She 'Can Sing Like an Angel'
Crossroads came out over 15 years ago, and all three of these women have accomplished incredible things. Spears, 35, is currently on tour in Japan, after a successful residency in Las Vegas.
Meanwhile, Manning is currently starring in the fifth season of Orange is the New Black and Saldana has been owning the big screen in blockbuster movies like Star Trek and Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2.
NEWS: Britney Spears Does the Splits, Shows Off Insane Abs in Gym Selfies
This isn’t the first time one of the Crossroads girls has given us ‘90s nostalgia. In 2014, Saldana shared a few words on encouragement for Spears after her auto-tune controversy, saying that she has a “huge amount of respect” for the singer.
“@ZoeSaldana is truly the sweetest. Nothing but great memories of working with her,” Spears shared on Instagram at the time.
Hear more on Saldana’s career in the video below.
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BTS Wings Tour in Newark
March 23, 2017
My most memorable moments about the concert. I tried to keep them in chronological order.
So I need to start by saying something personal. This day was the anniversary of something horrible for me from 16 years ago, so this concert was almost therapeutic for me, and I’m so so glad I have a really good memory now to replace the bad one. I was afraid the date would ruin the show for me but it didn’t really :) I’m so thankful to BTS even though they’ll have no idea
The first thing we really saw upon arriving at the venue was someone with a sign saying “lesbians love Jungkook” 👌👌👌
Outside the venue before the concert they had these booths set up where if you filled out a survey online you could take a picture with your digital(?) bias. We’re Canadian so we couldn’t use data and there was no wifi so we couldn’t do it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also I was biasless at the time so I don’t know who I’d have picked
Apparently before the show a bomb disposal unit came??? to inspect the army bombs (lightsticks). We didn’t get to the venue until merch was closing up so we didn’t know about it. Allkpop made an article about it tho
Our view + zoomed in view:
Ironically we were sitting right underneath a Canadian flag xD
While we were waiting for the show to start they had their mvs playing on the screens and everyone was screaming and singing along
We could hear people doing the fanchants during the mvs but didn’t really hear any during the show. It seemed like people preferred to sing the actual lyrics instead
The music started to get louder about half an hour(?) before the show and everyone was getting more and more excited
When the lights changed everyone lost their shit
They opened with Not Today (it was spoiled for us while we were waiting in line and talking to some other fans)
My J-Hope light up sign broke just before the concert :’(
I only realized once I turned it on for Not Today(?). One of the three battery packs was broken and I was too embarrassed when I realized so I just left the lights off
I hope he saw the lights at first and got the gist of it, or that he saw it without the lights but I doubt it because we were waaaaay at the back
The songs that I found the most lit were Fire, Dope, Cypher 4, Blood Sweat & Tears, Baepsae
The songs that ended up being most meaningful to me considering the date were Save Me, Cypher 4, and Spring Day
Some songs were kind of remix versions (Dope?)
They had a quick greeting after their first couple of songs where they all introduced themselves in English
During the first(?) ment the camera focused on Suga for a good couple of minutes and the audience was screaming like crazy, but I don’t think he knew and he seemed to be oblivious that we were cheering for him? XD just stood there like a cutie
When the camera focused on J-Hope for his turn he motioned for us to scream louder, the boy really wanted to hear us
We were surprised they performed Boy In Luv and Baepsae
BIL was a short version in a mashup with Danger and another song I can’t remember
Jin and J-Hope did a lot of aegyo throughout the show
We’re pretty sure Jin saw @observetheview‘s fan sign for him, and he blew a kiss in our direction
In my opinion J-Hope had the most stage presence, and he’s even more gorgeous and charismatic in person
With his blond hair and glowing skin he was literally the sun :3
He was the moodmaker of the show tbh, he got us to jump, wave our arms around, and cheer louder but I couldn’t really jump because I was afraid it would hurt like it did at the shinee concert
They each did their solo performances from the Wings album
They actually performed every song from Wings, I think, and in the same order off the album except for some of the solos
Jimin’s solo was super sexy??!! At one point the backup dancers picked him up yes king
Suga’s solo was so emotional, even though I don’t know the lyrics I could seriously feel the emotions
Just before Suga’s solo everyone was chanting “Min Yoongi! Min Yoongi!”
J-Hope’s was so much fun! He seemed to be really enjoying himself
And they played baby pictures of him on the screen :3 I had a hard time deciding whether to look at him or the pics
He had another dance solo later on too
I FINALLY DECIDED ON A BIAS
For years I’ve been undecided between Rap Monster and J-Hope, but I finally picked *drum roll* J-Hope!
During Rap Monster’s solo everyone chanted “We love you! We love you!”
Jin’s solo tho T_T he got so much applause and I’m glad. His performance was also super emotional and his singing was so good. Part of the stage lifted him up at one point
THEY’RE ALL AMAZING SINGERS SERIOUSLY
And they’re all cuter in person
Suga is so talented but pretty quiet
There were a ton of stage dynamics
Some of them came up from under the stage, during Jungkook’s solo part of the stage was spinning slowly, they had a phone booth on the stage during Rap Monster’s solo that he went into etc
They all spoke completely in English, but Suga added a few things in Korean like “kamsahamnida” and “saranghae”
They did not have a translator, probably because Rap Monster is fluent in English
Their ments seemed shorter/fewer compared to other kpop concerts I’ve been to (maybe because they didn’t have a translator?) Or maybe that’s just how their shows go
I had trouble hearing them at some times because the audience was too loud
They had a lot of cool VCRs!
After they saw the rainbow ocean toward the end one of them said we were their rainbow :3
Also props to the people who organizd the rainbow ocean! They handed out coloured bags to people before the show depending on what section we were sitting in
J-Hope(?) said we were his wings and that we’d fly higher together
Someone threw something onto the stage near J-Hope during one of their ments, right as he was turning, and he went WHOA WHOA and it was so cute
They held out their mics a lot for us to sing along
Especially during Dope
Rap Monster talked about how they felt when they heard the Prudential Center sold out for their shows
He asked us if we would stay with them “until the end” and had a big smile when we cheered like crazy
Sparkly red jackets!
Also J-Hope’s purple robe during Cypher 4
They didn’t perform War of Hormone which is what first got me into them :( or if they did I must have blacked out for it which isn’t uncommon for me at concerts lol
Their “last” song was Wings (Interlude) and it was so lit, everyone was clapping along
I felt like the show was just getting started when it was ending :(
2 3 and Spring Day were their encore songs
They ended with Spring Day
I had so many feelings, not only because I LOVE the lyrics, but the song came out around the time I had to go to the ER last month, and while I was kinda bed-ridden I just listened to it on repeat for days. So it has a lot of significance for me I’M NOT BEING DRAMATIC OK
The choreo for Spring Day stands out the most for me, it was honestly so beautiful 10/10 HIGHLY RECOMMEND
V got ahold of one of the fan banners and kissed it
Jungkook put an American flag around his shoulders
They all stayed on the stage a really long time after Spring Day, while the ending of the song kept playing on a loop
They made sure to wave at literally everyone
They were giving us hearts, especially V
J-Hope looked emotional toward the end
They made sure we recognized the backup dancers and their contributions to the show and they all bowed together
V was the very last one to leave the stage, along with J-Hope
There were credits on the screen afterwards, and clips of all of them preparing (for their tour?)
We could only afford to go to the one show :(
Bonus: I had a BTS related dream after the concert. In it me and @observetheview were driving to her apartment after the concert and on the way I spotted Suga and another member I couldn’t remember upon waking, standing at a bus stop in a residential area. I waved my BTS hat at them as we drove by xD
Me + my hat:
Also I have some vids that I took in my bts in newark tag but they’re not great because my phone sucks
#bts#bangtan#bts in newark#i might have to stop going to kpop concerts because the depression afterwards is soooooo bad#fan account#bts fan account#also sorry I don't know how to fix the mobile formatting
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More MLS Musings!
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I’m giddy right now.
Actually giddy.
Smiling like a fool, probably blushing, and giggling like a child.
The long-time readers know that one of my absolute favourite themes in MLS Musings is agents or photographers capturing themselves in photos.
There’s just nothing worse, is there?
Wait, don’t answer that. Especially not in the context of MLS Musings, because then we open the door to agents taking actual photos of their computer screen, and using that JPG in the listing, or worse.
But no matter what’s the most egregious MLS-related sin an agent can make, taking photos with themselves in them is my fave. We all have a fave, don’t we?
This week’s edition of MLS Musings is going to highlight some of the best I’ve seen in a while, and as we go through the pics, it almost turns into a game; one that I actually played with my daughter Maya, who is a little more than 2-years-old. She loves sitting on my lap in my office and trying to press buttons on the laptop or click the mouse, and rather than let her muck around and risk her deleting something, I try to keep her busy.
So the other day, as I was going through these photos, I told her, “Maya, can you see the man in the photo?” And we went through them. Some of them are really, really tough.
We’ll start with this one:
My favourite part about this one is that the guy leans his body out of the frame because he knows he might capture his own reflection, but then he doesn’t do anything about it when he realizes that his efforts went to waste.
He’s also holding a large bag, which he could have put down for two seconds, if he wasn’t busy rushing out of this condo as fast as possible because he’s a lazy bum Realtor who provides awful service.
Here he is again, and it looks like he found a place for that bag…
Look at him lean back to try and get the entire room in the frame of his…………..iPhone…
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Here’s another agent for which zero F’s were given:
The camera looks orange too.
Is it possible that’s a disposable camera? Maybe he had an extra under-water camera from his last trip down south, and decided to use it to shoot photos of somebody’s largest investment?
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This agent tried a little harder:
Maya found that one.
“Daddy – his hand! Maya see his hand!”
Oh yeah, so Maya doesn’t say “I” or “me” or “mine.” She talks about herself in the third person narrative.
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Here’s an agent that made the effort to capture the bathroom at the right angle, but then failed at editing:
Actually, there’s a decent lens on that camera. Maybe this is a “professional” photographer who’s as bad at his job as many agents are at theirs?
FYI – Maya got this one. It took her a while.
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Maya did not get this one, however.
And through a decade of MLS Musings, and probably hundreds of examples of agents/photographers capturing themselves in images, I think this is among the least obvious:
Did you see it?
It’s tough, I know. I just showed this to two people on my team, and they didn’t get it either.
I’m not going to tell you. You have to look harder.
I’ll give you a hint, there’s slightly less of the agent/photographer in that photo, than there is of me in this recent wedding photo:
Okay, if you didn’t see it, then click on the photo and it’ll open up a new window with the photo in full size.
Seriously, it’s almost creepy.
It reminds me of that scene in Sixteen Candles when Anthony Michael Hall is under the table:
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Even luxury homes are akin to photographer errors, as shown below…
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This photo contains two of my favourite themes on MLS Musings: Realtors in the photo, and brutal pillar-placement:
I know, it’s only an elbow showing on the right side of the mirror, but it still shows a professional didn’t take the picture.
Seriously though – that pillar!! Who buys these places?
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What do you notice about this photo array?
Well, the photos suck. Six in total, three of empty rooms, and two of the same damn toilet.
But that’s not it.
There’s more.
For this, you need to see a close-up of the first photo:
Amazing.
There’s two things this could be:
1) A photo taken through the window of a car, by somebody that didn’t do the window down. You can see the roof of the car at the top – the black line.
2) A photo of somebody’s computer screen, offering another explanation for the mesh-like, pixel effect.
Just, unreal.
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And last but certainly not least, I don’t even know what to say about this one:
I mean………………………..great living room, right?
Surprisingly, I did not go into the bedroom.
I’m not sure why.
It just didn’t feel all that inviting.
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Runes and all kinds of things
Chapter 7
“So, how’s France?” Stiles mutters through a yawn as he rubs his eyes with his free hand.
Allison smirks at the bedhead he’s sporting and rapidly captures the image. She’s so glad she talked him out of cutting his hair because not only does she like his look, but the screenshots are such a good blackmail material. She would feel bad about doing this if she didn’t know he does exactly the same all the time. He did tease her about putting the picture of her with the panda facemask she put on after the plane as his phone's background, after all.
“Haven’t seen much of it yet, we’ve been cleaning the house these past two days,“ she answers ruefully and shifts in her chair enough to bring her legs up close to her chest. She then lays her chin on her knees. “Dad’s the one that has gone grocery shopping and all those things. If he hadn’t brought those croissants, I’d be starting a mutiny.”
Stiles snickers at the mental image that produces and lies on his side, one arm under his head and another holding the phone in place. “I still can’t get over the fact that you guys own a house in France.” Allison giggles when he yawns again and grumbles. “You’re looking better, though; you were like shit just two days ago."
“That’s what more than ten hours flying and jet lag can do to you, genius.” She smiles fondly and he mirrors it. “Don’t make me regret sending you that pic, mister.”
"You have to admit you looked like a raccoon," he mocks.
Before she can reply to that her father signals to get her attention. She takes one earphone out and makes an inquiring sound. Chris mutters something about finally going out, face surprisingly pinched. She eyes him briefly, confused, but goes back to her call.
“Sorry to cut this sort, but we’re going out. Miss you,” she singsongs and Stiles sputters awkwardly and endearingly embarrassed. “You’re blushing? Aw, so sweet!“
“Miss you too, weirdo,” he mutters before he hangs up abruptly, prompting an amused laugh out of her.
When she gets up from the chair and walks towards her dad, Chris looks like he’s swallowed a lemon. She blinks, once again confused for a moment, and then, after realization hits, she contains an evil smile.
—
Stiles eyes the puckered skin of his wound with a pensive expression. He’s seen the police report and the pictures the deputy took, but this is different. The gunpowder’s imprint is gone, for one, and the angry red of the inflammation has almost disappeared too. The bruising and lacerations from Gerard’s hours long loving treatment are gone too.
As always, being at the hospital makes him really uncomfortable and he can't wait to leave it. It helps that his doctor is every bit as soothing as the first day, but being honest, he'll be happier when he doesn't have to come back. That will take some time, though, because he still has to go through rehabilitation. He tries not to dwell on it.
“The speed of your recovery is impressive, Stiles,” Dr. Mamsen remarks as he takes off the disposable gloves, which earns a distracted hum from the teen.
“He’s been like that since he was a little kid,” John answers when it’s clear Stiles’ mind is elsewhere. His dad shoots him a worried look because Stiles' eyes are fixed on the gunshot wound and haven't wavered from there since he pulled his t-shirt up to get the bandages off. “What do you think, doc?”
“If he continues at this rate, he’ll be able to start rehabilitation next week, I think. In any case, I don’t want to rush it. You still have a month until school starts, right?”
“Yeah, give or take.” Stiles snaps out of it finally and suddenly it’s like the stretcher he is reclined on is on fire with the way he starts to fidget. “Can I put my clothes on again?”
“Go for it while I update your pain prescription and I pencil you in for a, hopefully, last follow-up before rehab. Same time next week sound good?”
“Cool,” Stiles replies with a grateful smile.
John sighs when he springs from the stretcher like he’s been ejected. Neither of them like hospitals too much, but his dad is much more accustomed to covering it up than Stiles because his job has brought him back to one quite a few times since his mom died. He catches him offering an apologetic smile to the doctor for the borderline impolite behaviour of his son, but the thought of rebuking him for it doesn't seem to even cross his mind, which Stiles is insanely grateful for.
“No one likes the gowns,” the doctor explains while he waves it off good-naturedly and John snorts.
“What is it?” John asks when they’re back in the car, because Stiles is a little more agitated than normal and it hasn't escaped his notice. Stiles turns shiny exited eyes towards him, almost vibrating in his seat, and John rolls his eyes. “Yes, son, we can stop for curly fries if your stomach feels up to it.”
Stiles sputters for a few seconds because he doesn’t know where to begin addressing that blasphemous statement. John smirks, amused at the sight, and Stiles sniffs, faux offended as he fastens his seatbelt.
“I always feel up to curly fries. They are the food of the gods and I’m sure that if you’d let me have them from the start…”
“You’d have been puking your guts up much sooner.”
“No, you philistine! I’d have been cured already. But I wasn’t thinking about that.” He turns to look at him again, all puppy excitement, bright eyes and big smile, like when he was a kid, when he brought back a paint bomb some big kids had been playing with at the school yard and left it in the kitchen before he went looking for him to show him his treasure. To date, neither of them know how it went off. “I had an idea I’m dying to try. It may or may not involve tattoos. I’m not sure about the logistics yet.”
His dad visibly shudders but before Stiles can explain himself, his phone beeps twice in rapid succession, interrupting him. He cackles after he reads the messages.
From Ally: Lol I didn’t buy a thing :D
Attached to it there’s a pic of Chris sporting a kill-me-please exasperated slash stoic expression that looks sneakily taken from the inside of a changing room. The man has a huge pile of clothes on his hands and looks like he would rather be in a sewer up to his ears in fecal matter and being chased by ghouls. Good girl, Stiles thinks uncharitably.
From Ally: These I did buy.
There’s another picture of the man with his wallet in his hand, but this time a beautiful set of throwing knifes are on display. Chris' expression remains the same and Stiles is starting to suspect that is a default one.
To Ally: Nice. Didn’t know you knew how to throw knives.
From Ally: I don’t :)
“Son," his dad sighs, "can we go back to the part where you explain to me this thing about the tattoos, please?”
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“It was so beautiful,” she sighs dreamily but dejected. “And the perfect color too. I don’t normally look good in that cut, but with this one…”
“Like I believe that.“ Stiles scoffs. He normally isn’t very into talking about fashion, but he doubts she’s very interested in hearing him rant about runes either and she actually makes an honest effort to participate in those conversations so… equal exchange and all that. ”You’d look good in a trash bag, Ally.“
“Don’t exaggerate.”
”I don’t and you know I don’t say things I don’t mean,” he says simply. Allison flushes but smiles at the same time pleased and embarrassed. That happens just as Chris goes to the fridge to get started preparing dinner and, just for a moment, he looks like he wants to turn around to save himself the pain. “Wow, just wow. I’m seeing the pic now. It really looks good on you. Why didn’t you buy it though?“
“I’m saving for something else,” she almost whines in answer.
“That’s too bad. Maybe they have an online shop available? Have you checked? That way you can try to buy it later when you save some money again.“ In the background, she hears his laptop starting and the press of keys. ”What was the name of the store?"
“Free ‘P'Star.“
“Okay… They do have a website but I can’t find… No, sorry, it doesn’t seem like you can buy online.” He sounds genuinely contrite and it lifts her mood.
“That’s okay. Thanks for checking, though.”
“Sure. On another note, I’m officially not grounded anymore. Yay for me!”
“You were grounded?” Allison asks perplexed, ignoring her father’s answering snort and muttering.
“Yeah, but I think it was more symbolic than anything, because the punishment was not going out, which, duh, not possible with the gunshot wound. Dad likes to pretend he’s all tough but in reality he’s a cinnamon roll.“
Allison laughs when Stiles turns the camera to show a fondly exasperated John, who has his uniform on and looks about to leave. She waves and the man nods back all long-suffering.
“You’re incorrigible,” she snickers.
“I know,” he cackles. “Miss you!”
“Miss you too,” she croons and then she blows a kiss to the screen for good measure, earning a delighted laugh from him.
She takes her earphones out in time to hear her father whisking the eggs with too much force and she has to muffle a laugh. She supposes it’s sweet that he respects her enough to not interrupt even though he clearly wants to. It almost makes her feel bad about trolling him into thinking she’s talking to Scott instead of Stiles.
Almost.
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Stiles starts practicing with the mountain ash again. He could already use it like an extra arm to grab things (that has a catch, though, as the size of the thing he can move depends on the quantity of mountain ash he uses) and now he has an idea for another possible use. He remembers very clearly how Gerard took everything from him when he captured him and then locked it away. Of course, mountain ash is thin and he could now command it to come to him, but that takes time he might not have depending on the situation. So now he wants to make it stick to his skin in a thin layer, like a tattoo appearance wise. And it has to stay like that constantly, even asleep.
The first few tries over the course of two days look nothing like tattoos and fall the second he’s not paying attention. The next ones look like tattoos but don’t stay stuck unless he’s actively thinking about it. In the following few tries, he still can’t get them to stick, but to the touch they feel like normal skin. He rakes his brain until he finds a possible solution. It works and now Stiles is the proud owner of three fake tattoos.
“What the-?!” John exclaims startled, choking on his too hot coffee. After a long coughing fit, he manages to get back his voice. “What the hell is that?!”
“Uh... I can see how this could be a problem,” Stiles chirps sheepishly, eyeing his arm where a cat is idyllically chasing some kind of fluff thing down his arm. As he’s watching it changes into swirls and travels back up until it disappears under his sleeve. The three tattoos have become one that divides and combines itself with no discernible pattern. “Mmm, I think I’ve created sentient tattoos… which, for the record, was totally not my intention.”
It takes Stiles two more days to determine that it really is sentient and that apparently there’s no way to reverse what he’s done… because it’s supposed to be impossible in the first place. He shrugs, accepts it and moves on. The moment he does the tattoos settle somewhat and start acting as if they were a mix between a dog and a cat. He shrugs again and trains it like one would a pet. It works like a charm.
(Pun totally intended that makes his dad roll his eyes and call him a dork.)
(Nothing new there.)
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Allison’s been awake for a couple of hours already, too unsettled to sleep, when she decides to call Stiles. It’s one in the morning in California, but she knows Stiles will be awake. She puts on her earphones and keeps her voice soft so she doesn’t disturb her dad’s sleep.
“Have I ever told you I’m good with languages? That they come easy to me?” Stiles grumbles directly, picking up just after the first ring and she's embarrassingly grateful for that.
“Hello to you too,” she drawls at the greeting. She can already feel her nerves settling just by the sound of his voice.
“I was totally lying.”
“I won’t accept a statement like that from someone whom I know learned to speak Spanish almost fluently in less than a month because he was bored in a his hospital bed. And just via watching novelas and using the Internet.“ She ignores his sputters like a professional. “Is this about the Rune book again? You know there’s an Old Norse dictionary on-line, right?”
“That would be totally cheating and just because you’re Cheaty McCheatersen….”
“So it’s no good?”
“No,” he whines mournfully. “It’s Proto-Norse, not Old Norse…“
“Wow, I can actually hear you crying from here. Nice.”
“You denatured bestie!” Stiles cries dramatically.
Allison’s still smiling madly in happiness when Chris comes downstairs. He pauses at the sight.
“Love you too,” she croons at the screen.
Chris groans.
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Rehab is every bit as uncomfortable as Stiles thought it would be. Flesh wound or not, it tore a lot of muscle that he now has to train back to the way it was before. The exercises are boring as hell because he has to increase the weight very gradually so as not to hurt himself again.
(He thanks all deities that Pikachu is behaving itself (What?! It shocks people! It was that or Ash… as in Ash Ketchum, but that would make Stiles the pet monster so…) and hasn’t started dancing in the face of Emily, his helper today.)
After the session, he waits for a bit sitting on a chair until his body stops shaking before going to his jeep. It took a lot to convince his father that he was well enough to drive by himself but he succeeded in the end. As they agreed, though, he calls him before taking off.
“How did it go?”
“As well as can be expected, daddy-o.“ He continues before John can interrupt. ”No, really, it was okay. It just aches a bit.“
“Can you drive? I can come and pick you up.”
“I’m okay, really.” He rolls his eyes even though his dad can't see it. “I’m heading downtown to pick some things up and then I’ll get something for lunch for the both of us. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good… so long as not everything in that lunch is green.”
“I solemnly promise it will not be.”
“I’ll hold you to that. But, son, if you...”
"Feel like it hurts too much I'll pull over and call you to pick me up. I promise, dad."
In reality he doesn’t especially need anything but to stretch his legs after being cooped up at home for too long. He wanders for a bit, window shopping, before something catches his eye as he turns the corner. Scott and Isaac are walking down the street, right ahead of him. He ducks into the coffee shop beside him without even thinking. After a tense moment, he shrugs and decides he might as well buy something seeing that he's inside already. His phone beeps.
From Creeperwolf: You’re the pinnacle of subtlety.
Surprised, Stiles can’t resist looking around, trying to locate Peter.
From Creeperwolf: Cold.
To Creeperwolf: Seriously? Aren’t we a little bit old to be playing Hide-and-seek?
From Creeperwolf: But it can be so fun. Out and ahead.
Stiles snorts and pays for his order. When he leaves the store, he looks to the other side of the street and, sure enough, there’s Peter waving lazily. He wiggles his fingers back.
To Creeperwolf: What are you doing?
From Creeperwolf: I’m on petsitting duty.
To Creeperwolf: Have fun.
From Creeperwolf: Doubt it.
To Creeperwolf: They’re bound to do something stupid sooner or later.
From Creeperwolf: Now that’s an interesting thought.
To Creeperwolf: Wild guess: Derek didn’t say anything about helping them if things go south?
From Creeperwolf: Nope.
From Creeperwolf: One would think he’d have learned by now.
He snorts and looks at Peter pensively before he finally makes up his mind. He crosses the street and hands the surprised man the coffee and a cinnamon muffin before going on his way to buy lunch from his father’s favorite place.
(Peter's surprised blink shouldn't be this satisfying but it is.)
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“Of course I left bras in your drawer too! And panties for that matter,“ she fake whispers and something falls in the next room, breaking spectacularly loudly. “And that’s my drawer now, you know?”
“I’m just telling you to give me a heads up next time. Dad came to put some of my stuff in and nearly had an aneurysm.” He sounds awfully amused at the whole situation despite his words. “I’m almost sad he hasn’t opened your bathroom drawer and seen the treasure that’s inside,” he whispers as in confidence to the camera. Allison snorts and Stiles cackles. She can hear a not funny! being shouted on the other side of the line that suggests that what Stiles has described didn't happen too long ago.
“If it makes you feel better, I’ll empty a drawer for you in my room too,” she concedes merrily, earning a clearly audible sputter from her dad, who almost instantly enters the living room with an epically thunderous expression, “Stiles. It’s only fair, after all.”
“Pleasepleaseplease, turn around the camera!” Stiles crows delightedly and Allison obliges him, capturing Chris in all his befuddled glory with her phone for her friend's viewing pleasure. She hears the tattletale distinct sound of a screenshot being taken. She grins. “Awesome! And deal about the drawer. See you in a few days. Love you!”
“Love you too!”
She looks at her father and then inevitably loses it again. Allison lets him gape in shock for a few minutes just for the entertainment value before she takes pity on him and explains. He looks torn between wanting to throttle her and being elated that she’s not dating Scott anymore. About Stiles, he doesn’t seem to know what to think but he seems to be willing to accept her word for it and trust her judgment… or at least watch her back while she tries this new thing. He has guns and knows how to use them, his face says clearly.
“We just click, dad,” she tries to explain. “We’ve been friends for real since the hospital and half that time I’ve been here and we’ve just talked on the phone and…“
It feels like it has been this way since forever.
Allison purses her lips as she suddenly remembers Stiles’ words before leaving about festering wounds. She’s been avoiding it, hoping to not have to be the one to bring it up and it’s obvious that her approach won’t work. She has to be the one to take the first step, she realizes, because her father will never do it with the way he keeps everything inside in a misguided way of protecting his daughter. And then it's like suddenly the dam has broken and she can’t stop talking. About Scott, about Kate, about Gerard. About her mom. She tries to make him comfortable enough to open up as well but it’s the sight of her earnest eyes that does the trick.
It’s comforting to know she’s not the only one that doesn’t like the decisions her mom made. It’s liberating to learn she’s not the only one that resents her for choosing death before life with her family. It’s consoling to find out that she’s not the only one that feels her absence left a void that will never be filled.
Above all, it’s calming (if sad) to share their immense love for her, which hasn't diminished one bit even after everything that has happened.
—
John is passing Stiles’ open bedroom door when he catches him doing what he calls the victory dance and singing yesyesyes. His son is in his cartoon pajamas with white gloves on his hands and a cloud of ash is continuously changing forms as it circles him like an exited pet, cracking with visible electricity. One of Stiles’ flailing arms brushes against it and he falls to the floor with a yelp and a bad Pikachu! that makes the ash sag contritely. John looks heavenward, takes a sip of coffee and very pointedly doesn’t ask.
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Allison has had to leave the shop behind her to avoid giving in to the urge of smashing the shopkeeper’s face into the counter. She takes a fortifying breath before entering the fry again. They’re leaving today so he’s going to sell her those books or else. With all the trouble she has gone through to locate the damn shop she's so not going to leave empty-handed. Not a fucking chance. Now, if the aggravating shopkeeper stops feigning ignorance, please, it will all go much faster.
“Now, I feel that we started off on the wrong foot,” she chirps as she smiles brightly and saccharine sweet. On the edge of her vision she sees her dad trying hard to cover a smirk and then turning to start discreetly coughing.
Allison leaves with two journals in a paper bag, a spring in her step and all her savings gone. She is sure the bastard overpriced her but she doesn’t care. Chris shakes his head fondly.
“I hope they were worth being left financially dependant on your old man in a foreign country, even if it’s just for what remains of the day,” Chris grumbles.
“They were,” she answers simply before adding nonchalantly. “And I’ll always depend on you in some way, dad.” Allison does notice Chris' eyes are suspiciously wet, but she doesn’t comment on it. “Let’s go, I’m hungry. I want to try La Grenuille’s cuisine before leaving.“
“You know your mother hated that place,” he offers tentatively, which makes her pause very briefly, almost unnoticeably so. He continues as if nothing is out of the ordinary. "Or more like loathed, really."
Their talk didn’t solve everything, obviously, but it helped a great deal. Allison hopes that one day their pain will diminish enough to talk about her without it seeping into every thought they have of her.
“She did?”
“She used to say that they couldn’t cook their way out of a paper bag… and that if that was a bacheofe she was… I’d better not finish that,“ he cuts himself ruefully and she laughs.
The bacheofe turns out to be horrible all right, and they regret ever doubting Victoria in culinary matters when they almost get sick on the plane and they realize they don't have any medication for it at all. It's torture.
She calls Stiles when they land while they wait to pick up their luggage. He tries to lighten her mood and console her about the long hour taxi ride they still have to endure to actually reach home, but to no avail. Thankfully, they managed to get their hands on some medication before leaving the airport and it should kick in soon, making the whole experience more tolerable.
She feels warm inside when they find two Thermos filled with hot homemade chicken soup resting on their front step. There’s a sticker with a smiley face inside a speaking bubble and an oddly well sketched Pikachu. Even her dad looks relieved.
It's good to be home.
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13 Ways Your Summer Was Waaay Different from Your Kid's
Summer time, and the livin's easy. It was back then and it is now. But a lot has changed since we were kids, just twiddling our thumbs, drumming up things to do. In fact, here are some great When-I-Was-a-Kid stories you can tell to really make their eyes roll.
13 Ways Your Summer Was Way Different from Your Kids'
1.Screen time wasn't a thing back.
Back in our day, “screen time” meant talking to your boyfriend from behind your window screen when he snuck over to see you because neither of you had a magical rectangle you could chat on. It could also mean popping out your window screen past curfew to go T.P.ing the neighbor's house.
Screen time as we know it didn't exist because our televisions were big and boxy, and about as alluring as granny panties. The 12 channels we did have were mostly news and PBS and even if your parents splurged on cable, they were drill sergeants about monitoring MTV.
2. Your Discman made you a major boss.
Before the days of wireless headphones and smart devices with thousands of songs at your disposal there was a ground-shattering device called the Discman. If you had one, you were a boss and you wore that badge proudly as you bopped your head around town all summer long. The Discman separated you from your fossilized parents and their bulky boom boxes. You'd save up weeks of babysitting and lawn-mowing money so that you could go to Sam Goody and buy a new CD and then listen to Ace of Base, Weezer, TuPac, and Mariah Carey on repeat.
3. Shenanigans were easier to get away with.
When we were kids, it was way easier to get away with stuff . We weren't monitored by GPS gadgets 24/7 like today's kids. Back then we roamed freely and checked in when we felt like it. Either our parents were more laid back or they lived in a blissful ignorance. And hey, look how we turned out.
4. We slept on trampolines without a care.
I remember warm summer nights when my siblings and I would grab our sleeping bags and pillows and head for the trampoline. Mom would pop us some popcorn and say “See ya in the morning!” Some of our best scary stories were told on that trampoline and once we were even sent screaming inside the house as a skunk wandered from the empty lot next door, his sweet pungent odor waking us up.
5. We swam in canals and ditches.
Back before the big whoop about pesticides, country kids swam in canals and ditches all summer long. We didn't have access to fancy water parks or state-of-the-art splash pads so we cooled off and entertained ourselves making tree swings in the same water farmers used for irrigation.
6. Worshipped the sun. Now we SPF.
Some things change for the better, one being the SPF awakening. If as a teen you slathered your entire body with baby oil until you could see the sun's reflection, you wouldn't be alone. Thousands of us sun-worshippers are smacking ourselves right now on our wrinkles and sunspots. Now we cover our kids in so much sunscreen they look like ghosts at the pool.
7. You could go all summer without seeing the kids in your class.
When we were kids, you said goodbye to your friends on the last day of school, and didn't see anyone again until August. If you happened to see your bestie at the park or your crush at the pool, it was a BIG deal. Can you imagine growing up in today's world of effervescent social media where you'd know exact details of everyone in your class's life all summer long? What's the fun in that?
8. You'd have to wait weeks to see photos of your summer vacation.
Ah, the good old days of disposable cameras and film that you'd actually have to drop off at the drug store and wait sometimes over a week to get back. That amazing trip you took to West Yellowstone started to fade until you got your photos back, and even then, a roll of film only had room for 24 pics. That meant each photo was worth its weight in loose change.
9. It took days to rally the troops.
If you wanted to get ice cream with your friends or hang out at the mall, you'd have to call Sarah's landline, which almost always busy because her older sister was always talking to her boyfriend, then Sarah would have to call Jenny who's brother answered and never remembered to relay the message to her. Basically, it took days to coordinate what kids now can accomplish in one text chain.
10. Our parents weren't worried about HMOs, gluten, or processed food.
If summer was our marathon, then Twinkies, Ding-Dongs, Funyuns fueled us. There were no helicopter parents preaching processed foods and HMOs to us. If there was junk to be had, then by golly, we had it.
11. We lived distraction-free.
And it was amazing. We might not have had the world wide web at our fingertips, but the real world was. Because we weren't distracted by social media, we explored our back yards, hijacked neighborhood baseball games, and fed our imaginations.
12.Video games were simple back then.
You can never beat the classics like Tetris and Super Mario Bros. They may not have been fancy, and usually the gaming box overheated, but if you blew on it just right, you were back in business. Kids today just don't get it.
13. Drive-in movies rocked!
The summers of our childhood were rewarded with a special event: a night at the drive-in movies. You'd pile as many kids as could fit in the back of your dad's truck, blankets, pillows, and movie snacks galore, and then settle in for a double feature. I saw Jurassic Park this way. There's nothing more You can still find them today, but drive-in movies are more of a novelty-a Cracker Jacks box among bags of organic, non-GMO popcorn.
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RAMBLIN’ ON MY MIND Catch out with Spectacle for the summer with these four documentaries spanning five decades all revolving around the mythical hobo and their prefered mode of transport, hopping freight trains. Filled with lush landscapes, and scenery that make the Hudson River Valley school of painters look like Thomas Kinkade, these films use train riding as a vehicle to tell unique stories of the hobo subculture, class disparity in the United States, and personal stories of those out there riding the rails. — WHO IS BOZO TEXINO? Dir. Bill Daniel, 2005 USA. 57min TUESDAY, JUNE 19th, 7:30 & 10PM, FILMMAKER IN PERSON, $10 Shot in 8mm and 16mm over 16 years, the infamous WHO IS BOZO TEXINO? is an experimental documentary searching for the identities and stories behind the ubiquitous and yet esoteric art of hobo graffiti found on the sides of boxcars, grainers and train bridges spanning North America from coast to coast. Landing somewhere between outsider art and subculture minutiae—utilizing the conjecture, half-truths, tall tales and mythology that occupies the jungles and campfires—Daniel interviews an array of old timers, hobos and rail workers as well as streak and moniker heavyweights like Herby, The Rambler, and Colossus of Roads. Bill Daniel is a filmmaker, photographer and installation artist based in the Gulf coast of Texas. Bill is currently touring on his newly released book of photos Tri-X Noise, and will have copies and other goods for sale at the screening. — HOBO Dir. John T. Davis, 1992 UK. 90min Irish director John T. Davis follows Beargrease, a vietnam veteran and father, as he travels and philosophizes from Minneapolis to Seattle via freight train. HOBO is a powerful portrait of the American poor and working class, using the train line as a means to get from town to town, meeting the depressed and marginalized along the way in the soup kitchens, unemployment offices and jungles at the sides of the tracks. With scenes of hobos reading newspapers, listening to the radio news programs and slandering politicians, the documentary shows the hobo not as an out-of-touch outcast from society, but an engaged yet struggling worker trying to make ends meet with what is at their disposal; chancing the risk of arrest or even death for a free ride to the next town. HOBO addresses subjects of homelessness, class disparity, alcoholism, and even sex-workers’ rights through Beargrease’s conversations with his traveling partners and land-locked friends along his route. — LONG GONE Dir. Jack Cahill, David Eberhardt, 2003 USA. 90min Featuring an original score by Tom Waits and filmed over seven years and 30,000+ miles, LONG GONE follows a large cast of hobos spanning multiple generations: The aging veterans Horizontal John & Joshua Long Gone; the publically besmirched Dogman Tony with his young bride and loyal tramp friends, and the steadfast, level-headed New York Slim, are contrasted with the younger generation of punks that have taken to hopping trains, James, Jessie, and Stonie. Filmmakers Jack Cahill and David Eberhardt are so comfortable with their subjects that the camera becomes invisible as they deal with depression, loss, drug use, alcoholism and being a scapegoat for the state to pin multiple murder charges on (really!). LONG GONE is less about the act of riding the rails, and more about the personal stories and circumstances of those riding them. — THE LAST OF THE AMERICAN HOBOES Dir. Titus Moede, 1967 USA. 82 min A labor of love for director, schlockmeister, and jack of all film-trades, Titus Moede—who himself played a hobo in the 1964 film THE INCREDIBLY STRANGE CREATURES WHO STOPPED LIVING AND BECAME MIXED-UP ZOMBIES!!?, and is considered to be one of the better directors of early B-grade adult films—LAST OF THE AMERICAN HOBOES is a docu-drama love letter to the hobos, hitchhikers and working men of decades past. Part historical documentary, part afterschool special, part original musical and all ‘bo-sploitation, the film is good-natured at heart, attempting to dispel the myths and misconceptions that accompany tramps and vagabonds, but at points just ends up enforcing others. Featuring flashbacks within flashbacks, and even a segment devoted to the Wobblies via a miniature Joe Hill bio-pic. With all the attention that surfers, bikers and even cannibals got in the 60s and 70s, one wonders how ‘bo-sploitation never took off as a genre.
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VistaQuest VQ10 dispensable computerized camera audit The cost is correct, however shouldn't something be said about picture quality and usability?.
Disposable cameras took somewhat of a hit with the onset of advanced and the ascent of the cameraphone, yet the VQ10 from US firm VistaQuest is a dispensable computerized camera intended to go places where you wouldn't bring a "legitimate" camera, or in reality your telephone.
It's at a bargain for about $20—yet is it worth the expense?
Outline
For a dispensable camera it's a small piece massive at 112×66×27mm and 130g, joining a USB plug on a little link which openings into the base. Operation is basically moron evidence. There's a little plastic tab opened into the side which you haul out to actuate the battery and you've then got 90 days of snapping. It will close down consequently to spare power in the event that you don't utilize it for two or three minutes, and just takes a snappy push on the extensive power catch on the back to boot up once more. There are no controls to disturb and no alternatives for change—this is entirely simple to use, with settled concentration, no glimmer, and a major, clicky screen catch on top.
The viewfinder is just a flip-up plastic square, and gives almost no sign of how the photo will really look. When you're creating your pic you'll need your eye squeezed near it, however the surrounding will really be significantly bigger than what you're seeing. Obviously, you can't tell this is the situation, since you just get one download. In this way you'll have to take each of the 50 pictures before you get an opportunity to perceive what they resemble. It's a disgrace since it makes the entire business substantially more hit and miss than it truly should be, notwithstanding for a camera this shabby.
Picture quality and execution
It produces pictures at a set 1280×960-pixel determination, enough for 5×7-inch prints, supposedly. Yet, the photo quality, as you may expect at the cost, is impressively not as much as incredible, and it makes even a modest camphone resemble a Hasselblad in correlation. You're probably going to experience obscure with development (and even with static shots), in addition to you'll require great light to get anything moving toward an acceptable picture. Colorr adjust isn't precise and you'll should be set up for unnatural tints, purple bordering and barbed edges. It doesn't deal with profundity of field at all well either, and for scenes be set up for faltering focus.You'll likewise need to take mind that it's fueled up by twofold checking the power LED—the mechanical clicker will cheerfully tally your shots, regardless of the possibility that your snaps aren't really being spared.
There are some more costly forms in transit, clearly, both with and without glimmer, and some even accompanied a 1.4-inch LCD screen. On the off chance that they can hold the costs down, one of those may be a superior wagered than this.
Conclusion
The essential thought is sound—a minimal effort, okay approach to acquaint the children with photography, or for occasion trips when you need to take pictures on the shoreline or up a mountain. The inconvenience is the photo quality and convenience, both of which are frustratingly poor. The viewfinder doesn't provide you quite a bit of some insight about how your pics will look while shading, center and detail all leave an extraordinary arrangement to be fancied. Some of these issues may be aided on the off chance that you could see a couple test pics as you came, yet with just a single download accessible, that is recently impractical.
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