#I think I might add Halloween to the goes to visit family tradition

[crimsonblackrose]

My cousin invited me over for Halloween. I’d planned to hang out with my aunt because my uncle has a work trip that popped up kind of last minute. But man the idea of going back home and staying at the goth house with the two full stocked bars and the dog that loves me for a Halloween party is tempting. So tempting.

[notveryglittery]

star light, star bright

it’s @blinksinbewilderment‘s birthday!!! you know what she likes a lot? romantic analogical and brotherly prinxiety :) it’s a quick little bulletfic with lots of extra bonus background ships. i really treasure our friendship, blink, i hope you have a day that shines as brightly as you do, and that you feel as much happiness as i do whenever i get to talk to you <3!! 

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brotherly prinxiety 

big bro ro 

virgil goes to roman for advice on how to ask out his long-time crush logan

roman initially teases him relentlessly because anyone with eyes can see logan has liked virgil back for at least three quarters of that long-time 

when roman realizes the two are in fact blind pining oblivious dummies, he jumps at the chance to help this ship sail as smoothly as it can from where it’s been docked for far too long 

roman is obviously a Professional Matchmaker - look, his name is in the word “romance”

(never mind the fact that patton is the one who swept roman off his feet with a romantic declaration at the top of a ferris wheel underneath a bright full moon)

(they’ve definitely let roman live this down. absolutely no one brings it up at every given opportunity)

so roman teaches virgil all of the important things to woo one’s true love (“he isn’t my true love,” virgil gripes, hoping roman doesn’t notice how hard he blushes. roman notices.) this includes: practicing of poetic confessions, the perfect combination of flowers in bouquets, romcom movie marathons. 

to virgil’s mortification, roman invites patton to one of their lessons. to virgil’s further humiliation, patton’s brother declan tags along, and it turns out virgil’s to practice his confession on declan because he’s got that same dry wit and humor as logan, and surely he can offer the best reactions. 

(declan thinks this is very stupid but he and virgil are also kind of frenemies and so declan will take any blackmail he can get his hands on) 

it goes about as well as you think it would 

meanwhile, one logan sanders is trying to smother himself with a pillow

“babe, you of all people should know how physically impossible it is to do that” 

logan throws the pillow at his queer platonic partner 

by some miracle, remy dodges it and manages not to spill a single drop of his starbucks 

so as we all know, logan has been pining for virgil for quite a few years now, and as we also all know, he is a blind oblivious dummie 

remy is surprised his ears haven’t fallen off yet with how much logan gushes about virgil

it would be cute if it hadn’t gotten really old like a year and a half ago

(okay, it’s still pretty cute but remy thinks a lot of things about logan are cute) (like, hello, the utter look of concentration on his face when he’s deciding which tie matches his outfit best?)

remy wants logan as happy as he can be, of course, but virgil is… well, remy and virgil kind of had some issues sophomore year that they never really resolved.

it doesn’t really interfere with their relationship now given the dynamic of their friend group. they kinda tolerate each other. but remy’s gotta give virgil the Talk - you know the one, “you so much as even think about hurting logan and they’ll never find your body” 

remy and roman definitely haven’t been texting each other updates over the months, why would you even insinuate something so devious 

after many shenanigans and montages of:

roman helping bolster virgil’s confidence

big bro ro helps virgil to perfect all the makeup tricks he’s learned on his own over the years. virgil understands now just how good winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man can make you feel. 

he really does get better with pick up lines and flirting; he stumbles sometimes but it feels effortless and that’s the important part.

declan jokingly threatening to steal logan away if virgil didn’t get on with it

while virgil knows declan’s aroace ass would never, virgil does not know that logan likes him back, and so this still seems like an entirely plausible thing to worry and stress about 

sometimes, declan drapes himself over logan and heckles him into a debate; partially to see virgil get all flustered over logan all worked up, partially to encourage virgil to hurry up already, wouldn’t he like to be in logan’s space like this?

remy dropping hints around virgil about logan’s newest interests

virgil and logan might be close friends who have been mutually pining over each other for years, but there’s still things they don’t tell each other, or don’t get the chance to share. if remy happens to let slip that logan wants desperately to visit the new exhibit at the observatory, well, that’s neither here nor there.

and he does give virgil the Talk, a few nights before the plan is set into motion. in the same go, they mostly remedy their past issues. by the end of it, virgil wonders how it’s possible for someone to be so threatening while using pet names like “babe,” “sweetie,” and “honey” every other sentence. 

eventually, virgil is deemed Ready. it is Time. 

halloween is virgil’s favorite holiday and because logan loves virgil, he also loves halloween. sure, all the sweets are a health hazard, and trick-or-treating really isn’t the safest tradition, and ghosts do not exist - but virgil glows during this season. he adds autumnal colors to his wardrobe and it really is not fair how good he looks in oranges, and browns, and deep greens. 

(in case we aren’t all on the same page yet, logan is Very Very Gay.)

everyone is at remy’s house. it’s definitely one of the biggest homes in their small town and so this is where a lot of the holiday parties tend to take place. the dormir family is also generally just really well liked. which means more people than invited show up but if anyone knows how to throw and manage a party, it’s remy. 

anyway the plan is that virgil and logan finally get together at this party so that they can finally go trick or treating with the gang in matching costumes 

it is so lame and virgil would rather forsake trick or treating completely but also he may or may not have been planning couple’s costumes for like four years now

everything is going really well! 

roman and patton are social butterflies, flitting from the dance floor to the kitchen to the backyard. they’re dressed up as she-ra and perfuma, respectively. roman’s even threaded led lights into the underskirt and cape so that he’s actually glowing. patton’s flowers aren’t just a crown atop his head, they twist and weave along his arms, around his torso, and down his legs.

remy wears the same thing every year to the party: pajamas and a ridiculous pair of slippers. he saves the extravagant costumes for halloween night. he truly is a spectacular host, making sure drinks and snacks are restocked, that nothing’s being broken, and checking in on those who don’t handle the crowds too well. 

logan’s dressed in a very impressive le petit prince costume - it’s so good, it might as well be a full on cosplay. (virgil definitely isn’t swooning, what?) logan sticks close to the edges of rooms, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. 

(in, for example, virgil’s arms, on the dance floor, swaying to a slow song.)

virgil is dressed as jack skellington and declan in a creepily accurate oogie boogie - everywhere he goes, plastic insects fall out of his costume. patton’s shrieks of terror at seeing the fake spiders keeps startling the party guests. 

eventually - totally not by plan or anything - logan and virgil end up in the backyard together, on the old wooden swing bench on the porch. it’s nearing midnight and the crickets are chirping and there’s an owl hooting nearby somewhere. the moon is obscured on this cloudy night. 

virgil thinks it’s perfectly spooky and atmospheric 

logan doesn’t need to see the stars in the sky when they’re sparkling so brightly in virgil’s eyes

logan’s feet barely reach the floor and so virgil uses his heel to push them back and forth. thankfully, both of their costumes keep them warm enough in the chilly fall weather. (though they, of course, could always do to be a little bit warmer.) 

virgil’s breathing is measured and it’s super obvious he’s counting them in his head. logan scoots closer and lays a hand over virgil’s. his breath hitches.

“there is something i would like to tell you,” logan begins. 

the record scratch in virgil’s head sounds loud enough that everyone at the party should be able to hear it

“for the… last couple of years, i have harb-” 

“hold on,” virgil interrupts, loud and sudden. “hold - wait a seco - there’s no way you’re -” 

logan normally finds all manners of virgil’s speech patterns endearing but right about now, logan has a finite amount of courage and it is quickly running out

“- going to tell me right now-”

“of course i love you.” 

virgil’s jaw promptly snaps shut 

(he’s been working so hard on this and all this time??????) 

virgil isn’t really aware of the high-pitched noise he’s making until logan reaches out and firmly presses a hand over his mouth. 

“it is my fault that you have not known it all the while,”

(and the way logan says it, like a treasured line from a fairytale. virgil’s sure he’d recognize it if he could think at all.)

“i understand if you do not reciprocate these feelings and i apologize if i have made you uncomfortable with my confession,” logan is saying now while virgil’s still working on rebooting. logan lowers his hand. “i hope that this will not negatively impact our friendship. i care deeply for you and-” 

virgil’s systems spark back to life and he interrupts again, this time with a short bark of laughter. 

“l, oh my god, no offense, but i’ve been building up to this night for months and you just-” he has to pause to stifle his laughter. he’s equal parts giddy because logan likes him back and frustrated because logan’s liked him back for years and neither of them had done anything about it until now.

logan looks confused. 

virgil wants nothing more than to kiss him. 

“i’m in love with you” bulldozes over his brain-to-mouth filter instead

logan looks confused, elated, overwhelmed, stunning, he blushes so prettily, virgil thinks, and all of his practice must pay off, because the next move he makes is easy. 

at some point, they’d turned towards each other. virgil’s hand cups logan’s face. leaning closer, virgil’s gaze lowers to logan’s lips, and then back up. who knew eye contact alone could be this electrifying?

“can i kiss you?” virgil murmurs. 

“i can’t think of anything i’d like more,” logan responds. 

(back in the house, declan grumpily shoves a twenty dollar bill into roman’s hands.)

a week and a half later will find virgil and logan in matching costumes. for their shared interest in astronomy, they’ve lowkey always been called the “starlight gays” amongst their friends, and their costumes certainly help solidify it. 

logan is wearing dark jeans and a navy button down. with roman’s help, he’s lit up like the night sky; led lights form constellations that, if asked, logan will explain in a heart beat. from his shoulders trails a glittering black cape that catches the light just right (it’s impractical for trick or treating but the way virgil keeps wrapping himself up in it, snuggling close to logan’s side… well)

virgil’s the opposite in whites and greys, though he’s glowing as well, a near match to the full moon in the sky. he seems exceptionally pleased with the makeup he’s done for the costume, silver and blue and sparkling. 

(they look like they should be at a con, honestly, instead of out for one night collecting candy, but it’s cute, and that’s all that matters) 

and of course, they live happily ever after

(with only the slightest of teasing for the rest of their lives about their slow burn romance) 

[cystali]

BNHA Halloween Opinions

I am not super into Halloween, but the season did make me think about whether or not these characters would be. SO! Have another batch of BNHA headcanons! (I am particularly fond of All Might’s.) Feel free to add some thoughts, or maybe some people I did not do! I hope you enjoy these.

Midoriya Izuku is a nerd. He is the biggest hero fanboy out there, and his All Might costumes are well known in his complex. Does he stop when he gets into elementary and middle school? Yes. After that day they went to the doctor, after he was deemed useless, he still tried, but his neighbors gazes’ lingered, pitying or disgusted. He stops by middle school, almost ashamed. But by gosh he loves Halloween, remembering the days before when he was able to be whoever he wanted when he was little, and he encourages any and all Halloween celebrations in UA after he realizes that maybe dressing up as his favorite people isn���t actually all that bad. He isn’t actually unworthy of it.

Uraraka is a Halloween fan, but not super into it. She loves the cheap bargains on bulk packages of candy, and she really likes the cute costumes! But spending money on a holiday without any underlying purpose? Not her thing. So she sits and watches horror movies with her friends, thoroughly enjoying watching Midoriya startle at all the jumpscares, and munches on candy if and when someone’s up to share.

Iida Tenya is rigid, following rules to the letter unless for some reason he can’t. Halloween is a time when teenagers and adults alike break the law and go wild. It is a time to unwind, to have fun with friends, and Iida has those now, has ones he wants to keep. Even still, he certainly doesn’t like it, not one bit, no sir, so if he maybe sneaks bowls of candy and little fake pumpkins around the dorms when the holiday gets close, no one suspects a thing.

Todoroki didn’t celebrate Halloween when he was little, though Fuyumi (and at times Natsuo) tried her best. Candy was a waste of caloric intake. It soiled his body. Why play dress up when he could be training? Todoroki didn’t celebrate Halloween - but now, he finds he does. It doesn’t seem like his thing, at first, and even after he definitely doesn’t become quite as avid a fan of it as Tokoyami, Kaminari, or even Midoriya, but Midoriya’s form of persuasion always seemed to work on him. He finds he is alright - more than alright - with wasting some caloric intake and putting on a witch hat or fake fangs if he is doing it with the rest of 1-A, with his friends.

Kirishima isn’t... the biggest fan of Halloween. It’s gotten better, after he dyed his hair and got rid of most of his insecurity, but still it lingers. Halloween is a time to dress yourself up as someone new, and that should be an attractive idea to him all things considered. But it isn’t. Halloween is a time to stand out, to have people look at you, to make your costume worth seeing, to make yourself better by not being yourself. Yeah, he still likes the candy and the jovial atmosphere of being with his friends, but he doesn’t dress up, not yet. He wants to be seen as himself a little while longer.

Bakugou is confident in who he is, confident in who and what he likes, so he by no means denies his Halloween feelings. He loved Halloween, and still does, but it’s different now. He used to dress up, eat candy, and stay up a little later every year without fail, but now he has his body and career to think of, and he likes being well-rested and free from stomachaches. So he snatches a few pieces of candy from Deku’s personal stash and scares Pikachu in the hallways by exploding his dumb costume’s tail, true to the season, but he doesn’t dress up as All Might anymore, his childhood costume hung up in the back of his closet. 

Tsuyu has a lot of younger siblings, and if you think she wasn’t the one taking them to her neighbors’ as soon as she was old enough, you are dead wrong. She doesn’t have to do that at the dorms anymore, but she enjoyed having that time with her siblings. So instead, she leaves fly shaped hard candies in a large bucket outside their dorm building, happy to play into the stereotype, and watches for students passing by.  (Uraraka, despite not being super into it, definitely helps Tsuyu with her Halloween traditions. She respects the familial meaning behind them, and she wants her to be happy.)

Tokoyami - do I even need to say it? This boy loves Halloween, no holds barred, and by gosh he will celebrate it enthusiastically. Shoji and Kouda get pulled into his shenanigans, helping him decorate the dorms with realistic fake spiders, cobwebs, jack o’ lanterns, fake gravestones, and anything they can find. (Aside from severed limbs. Shoji didn’t have to remind them.) Their decorating escapades are only stopped when they, in a Halloween-induced haze, thought a blanket-wrapped Aizawa was a long, oddly-shaped cushion and wrapped him in cobwebs, fake spiders, and fake blood. It wasn’t their best moment.

Yaoyorozu likes Halloween to a certain degree. On the one hand, everyone appreciates her quirk with increasing enthusiasm this time of year, but on the other hand, she gets very tired very quickly when Kaminari asks her to make him a Pikachu costume for the fourth time. Where do the other ones even go? So no, she does not enjoy the holiday very much, but seeing everyone dress up and unwind for a little while makes it worth it. They have all gone through a lot, without that many breaks to soften the blows, and if they rely on her for this happiness, then she supposes she is alright with it. She finally has a role, and she loves being able to fill it. She’ll just have to impose a limit on how many Pikachu costumes one person can have. (The answer is four. No more.)

Shinsou never liked Halloween as a kid. At first, he tried to dress up as who he wanted to be, as All Might, as Eraserhead, as a hero - he even tried to dress up as a cat one year. But each time, he heard someone say something about it. It was ironic, the hero costume. Who is he even trying to be? But cats are so... cute. Dressing up stopped appealing to him, eventually. But Midoriya and the rest of the hero kids kept saying he might good dressed like Aizawa (an opinion vehemently supported by Todoroki, for some reason) or a mummy, or a hammer (suggested by Tetsutetsu), or even a kitten. And while he doesn’t go so far as dressing like Aizawa, much to Todoroki’s disappointment, Kaminari does manage to get him into some cat ears and Sharpie-drawn whiskers. Somewhere among the chaos, Shinsou enjoys himself. (Kaminari calling him cute might have contributed to that.)

Aizawa likes the idea of Halloween. Dressing up and eating sweets might be childish, but most of the people in his life are children on some level, and besides, it could be fun for some people. It’s the reality of Halloween that he doesn’t like. Villains tend to be more active on Halloween, especially at night, and that is when Aizawa is at his best. He stops kidnappings and other atrocities, as well as lighter crimes, and the emotional energy of seeing and handling it all exhausts him. When he goes to check on the dorms on the way to his room, he is only emotionally ready to do a head count and go to bed. Especially after the Tokoyami incident. He thinks both All Might and his kids sense this, because they ply him with sweets (as well as a startlingly large amount of juice packs and mysteriously, a small fake pumpkin), but they usher him to sleep. At first that just makes him plain suspicious, but Midoriya’s earnest eyes and Shinsou’s dry brand of concern convince him to go. His kids, as dumb as they were, made him smile sometimes.

All Might finds Halloween endearing. Before his deflated form was revealed, he spent his time at events on Halloween, handing out candy to small children dressed just like him. He heard all about their dreams and quirks, and he loved that. It was why he did what he did, smiled like he did - he wanted to create hope for the future, and these children were just that. After he was exposed, though, he opts out of some of the events, the thought leaving an acidic taste in the back of his mouth. After all, he was Yagi Toshinori, now. Just Yagi. So, he stays home, and for a little while, he visits Midoriya and the dorm, blatantly avoiding his protege and Aizawa’s knowing stares. But the growing heroes all appreciate getting little suckers with his catchphrase printed on them, even Bakugou, who stares at it in his hands for a while before carefully pocketing it. In the midst of the candy-giving, one of Midoriya’s old All Might costume gets revealed by a mirthful Uraraka (who may or may not have been told about it by Todoroki), and when Midoriya reluctantly pulls the themed jacket on, All Might gets whiplash. He sees Midoriya and sees in him what he saw in the children at all those events, but Midoriya’s version is refined into a maturity that leaves his eyes watery; he sees in his scarred arms and sparkling green eyes a hope for the future that might just stick, with the help of all the people around him. And All Might’s appreciation for Halloween grows a little more.

[intheheartofthematter]

TFBM "Lioness" (Source: Flickr/ exodus-travels)

Photo by Gramps, Nov ‘68, 4th birthday, Knott’s Berry Farm... Knott’s first every visit for little cars, farm animals, horse rides.

TFBM 2016 “Happy Birthday, Dad! I love and miss you! (I sang Happy Birthday, too) First birthday since...” ❤️

TFBM 2013 (Three months after my grandpa died, his dad) “Today is my Dad's birthday. I called him and he's really sick again, and sounds so depressed. He says he's getting old and he's so tired of being in pain and stuck in a wheelchair and in a nursing home. He doesn't want me to visit him today, but said maybe tomorrow. As usual, he let me go quickly, said he needed his pain shot and then said, I love you, through tears, almost sobs and hung up. It's so hard and I don't know what else I can do for him. I just needed to say something, think out loud.”

TFBM 2014 (Bill Eppridge—LIFE Picture Collection) “In late 1968, not long after famously capturing Robert Kennedy's assassination, Bill Eppridge spent two healing months among wild horses in the fabled landscape of the American West.”

This share is not about the main lyrics...

Sent to me shortly before he died, ‘So you won’t forget me’ I never could. I will remember you throughout eternity! ❤️

A couple of my Grandpa’s late years ‘wild horses’ paintings  *card size prints in an album

Tonight! Tuesday Tuck In

One tradition passed down from my grandparents & dad💕 My baby at Knott’s riding horses there like me when little. And, just like me, didn’t want to get off when time was up.

Currently watching...

I’m hoping to find photos showing how different Knott’s was when I was little. I’d like to point out my favorite memories. The farm animals area had a mascot dog, Queenie, who was always a tail-wagging greeter. She was the first one I wanted to go see and hug and get face-licks from. Just like Lassie, they were brilliant in naming each same breed dog Queenie over the years, when one would pass. Later, Knott’s Scary Farm and Knott’s Merry Farm came into existence. T likes to go to the Halloween Haunt every year. I used to go all the time, too. Since my birthday is just two days after Halloween it’s usually celebrated in some Halloween combination. I remember when I went to Knott’s Scary Farm with my friends for my 16th birthday and I couldn’t wait to visit the farm. “Farm?” Yeah, it’s still here although not a main attraction now. I went home with a Red Satin bunny. I named her Pumpkin. 

An oil painting by my grandpa. A couple of detail shots... 

I couldn’t avoid the lighting on it in my room... 

I have a small oil painting of cats, given to me when I was a little girl, and three of his pen etchings; a fox, a rabbit, and my favorite of a tree. I also have two paintings of flowers I asked for. All used to be up on the walls in my homes. T has a few of them in my stored belongings at their place, as well as my piano. I hope they don’t get damaged at any point. There’s a sad story about a lot of my grandfather’s work, and who has them, who avoided me after the funeral. My family out there say they will try to figure out a way to get them back, but I know they won’t, or can’t. This woman is wealthy and thinks she’s entitled. Anyway, it’s not important. My family who have paintings of his offered them to me, to take them down off of their walls (of course I couldn’t take them)... this woman avoided me at all costs, with several excuses, until I had to leave. I don’t know why they’re so important to her! Anyway, this painting was one that my dad loved. He had it hanging in his homes for years. When he became paralyzed, he pleaded with the doctors to let him go home again. Once he pushed through physical therapy and proved he was strong enough to do it, they released him. But, sadly, his roommate came home one day to a tipped over wheelchair, blood (and more) all over the walls and floor, and my dad missing. Thankfully, a neighbor heard him cry out and called an ambulance. We had no idea which hospital he was taken to. By the time I found him, walking into the ER room sectionals, the nurse across the way told the others, his DR says he’s DNR. I looked over and saw that it was my dad... too many details to tell it all, but I said, “No he’s not! Resuscitate him right now!” Who are you? - His daughter. What doctor said that? He’s fired. And I had her call my dad’s Internal Medicine doctor, who agreed to become his primary doctor. Too many details, but even after all that happened, they didn’t insert the tube correctly, and I pointed that out, because they were saying it was useless that he was going to die. So, they rushed him to x-ray and found out I was right, and corrected it. Everything was a nightmare. There’s so much more. He had a raging staph infection. His skin was discolored throughout his entire body, looking leopard-like. They said he wouldn’t recover from it... just like when they wanted me to pull the plug and he fully recovered. It goes on and on... too much to think about, really. But, that’s when the doctor did the dirty work for me and told him that he had to go back to a nursing home. Anyway, this painting, and some of my dad’s other belongings (when I moved him out of that house with his roommate), was kept in the warehouse where I worked. When I finally got my piano and the other stuff out of there only a few years ago, I planned to bring this painting to my dad and hang it in his room at the home. He was looking forward to it, but then his health took a turn, and he died before I could bring it to him. So, it’s been sitting in my room since... painting side against the wall, to protect it, braced by other things. If I could get my own place, I would hang them all again. I think at this point, we’re stuck here until spring, losing more money to rent, medical, meds and all in the meantime. I just hope that nothing changes by spring and we can still make this happen before I won’t be able to contribute anything or do for myself in that way. We’ll see 🙏🏻

Oh! I almost forgot! Look what I came across yesterday: baby...

I noticed my photos program created this video this August. It’s mostly of Aiden (T’s Make-A-Wish kitty) one of the last times when he was real sick, and I’m also trying to connect on Skype with T for him in the video, lol... It helped him a lot. We finally managed to get through to each other. They Skyped daily a few times... he was anticipating it in the one shot. It was awful how he died. Just like my dad. Neither should have gone through what they did. I can’t let that happen to Marozi. Everyone needs to brace themselves soon. Neither my aunt or T are ready to have him put down, and I talk about it all the time, but both keep saying he’s better in between... For what? Half a day? Anyway, dreading it, too. But I can’t experience more like that. I just can’t. It’s too much for me. I’ve seen and been through too much already. The flashbacks of both of them are hard. And, not just of them... of the children I watched die in the hospital, of all of the medical stuff I saw with my kid, my dad, Alex, others and my beloved animals, too. I just can’t. But, here’s the video... strange... the music doesn’t fit either. And, although Aiden looks awful in these photos, it’s not so bad that I wince and cringe and feel that deep emotional pain. Just sharing to get it out, I guess: 

Currently watching, The Last Airbender, on our new 55″ TV. Not bad. Theater sound. Our old TV went out two days ago. Waiting to hear if T & Alexandria are coming over for AHS. I have the house to myself for a few hours. Relaxing now... Trying to get my symptoms to calm down. Hours late on meds. Still can’t go without them. I guess I need Prednisone this time. I don’t think life will ever be easy for me. Ever. Nothing new.  I have to accept that, and have, and will. (Wed. 1:45pm)

(Art by willow-s-linda) - 9/26/19 2:18-2:42pm

Oh! You want to know what’s happening...

Well, T & Alexandria came over last night, but didn’t stay as late as usual. In part because my brother had to drive them home and needed to get up early today because he went to Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights. It must be nice to receive disability and health insurance and spend most of your time watching TV or playing video games or constantly going to amusement parks... Bitter, who me? And, I wasn’t feeling well, with my head foggy, so I didn’t feel like talking about any plans or progress on their part and they didn’t bring it up either. But, today, feeling worse I wrote to T. No response yet, but classes and work, etc. I’ll just paste screenshots. I left one little part out that is a little too personal to disclose publicly. Even if no response really, just knowing someone cares and listens is comforting (and I might delete a few later, but leave one that gives the gist for reference remembrance). I have to fwd them to be able to add here. I need a few. OK, here we go:

Maybe I said too much and it will just be skimmed again. But, I text, sent a detailed email before, and talk in person when I see them when I can and it doesn’t seem like I’m getting through to them. T tends to go into denial about the seriousness of a lot of things. I think it’s a coping mechanism. Like with Aiden and Marozi. Anyway, I noticed a few typos, too. Whatever. And, I typed loops instead of hoops (make you go through), but it feels more like loops, so it’s fitting, lol. I’m propped up in the living room chair with my support cushions and pillows, since my brother’s not here to take over the chair, and just made myself Double Spice Chai in my Stitch mug, and hope to find a movie to distract myself with for the time being. Hope your day is going smoothly! :)

Currently watching. Nothing else on...  Previously known in person, but I’ll take it as a refresher on these types.

TFBM (Source: thinned-skin via -thefixisin)

New listing townhouse. I went ahead and sent the link, saying that if we could get a different lender and a little more offered (not much more) this would be ideal. Coupled with my subtle joke, the funny part was in the real estate wording, trying to make it sound like an automatic chair was a big selling point: “What a deal!’’ (I don’t think they thought it was funny.)

Hard to see, but the stair chair is to the right, top of stairs.

TFBM

Peppermint tea and lights off, darkening blinds closed, diffusing a mix of Frankincense, Eucalyptus and Rosemary for the first hour. Next, I’ll add Peppermint and Lavender. The baby wants in with me so bad. He keeps rattling the doorknob and meowing in such a sorrowful way. He leaves and then comes back. It’s mid-afternoon. He can cat nap on the cat tree.

Putin will try a few scare tactics, through his cronies, but will let it go, not really caring. He has other tactics to gain his end, but I don’t think he realizes just how outdated most are, lol. It’s kind of funny to watch. But, on the serious side, it’s scary. 

Frankincense, Eucalyptus, Rosemary, Peppermint and Lavender is an odd combination. I’m mostly smelling the Frankincense and Eucalyptus now. The others must have brought out those two to the forefront. Frankincense helps boost the immune system and reduces inflammation. Eucalyptus stimulates the immune system, relaxes sore muscles, helps with depression and fatigue, sinus and allergies, and mental exhaustion; per science.

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#FBF This goes with the Knott’s stuff (Camp Snoopy)

WAIT! Something’s happening behind the scenes, like... I hear whispers and see many faces and finger pointing... what is it? WHAT IS IT? This pinned tweet is a distraction, a place holder, something people will stay with mentally, his signal to the alt right? I can’t tell. It’s a signal but for what? To who? Something’s going on. I hope it’s not something devastating. Stay vigilant whoever you are. I need to tune in, focus to see. WTH Trump? (Fri 9/27 8:45 pm)

ahem

I’m using this song to help focus...

Yes, I can. You underestimate me. Give it to me. IT, explosion, something missing. OK, blocking with energy. 

I Am Lion

+ Still no response from T even after I wrote again today...  I gave them a percentage of the original lender offer to deposit into their savings account to show we had at least that much for a down payment. Since it’s taking so long and doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen I’ve repeatedly told them both I need that money back to either use to afford moving/living expenses on my own, or medical if I’m without insurance much longer (part of the reason to move out of state), or to redeposit into the account it came from before the end of the year, if we move but not until spring, so I don’t get penalized for taking out too much this year without investment or proof of other mentioned.

Lemongrass tx alone right now, might add a few others. 

Cliff Burton has a few things to say in my last personal post. I’ll be adding them soon… lending his energy. Thanks for reminding me Faith No More. And, get well, James… I’ll be with you soon in energy. too. You’ve been through enough. And you’ve remained one of the nicest guys I know. Remember. (Yeah, I sound crazy. Who cares. I know what I’m doing.) Here’s this for now, live footage, from “Ride The Lightning” =

For Whom the Bell Tolls (9/28 4:24)

(5:23) Are you listening to the bass too?

Orion

The Call of Ktulu

The Four Horsemen

And, what do you know... I got a response, finally. It looks like I possibly can get insurance through them. Will be checking out the link sent to me soon. Fingers crossed.

Lemongrass tx, now with Teatree, Lavender & Cedarwood too.

OK, I’ll admit it, I’m slow because I haven’t been feeling well. We got part of it figured out... I used a “green” light, “green” in the Metallica song... money is “green”... Trump is suddenly receiving a lot of money, so they say... a golf course is “green”. IT, Intelligence Test, [What is an IT raid? IDK] (IT, Institute of Technology; IT, In Training...) Thank God for energy in the meantime... still need more.

Ohhh!!! IT, Income Tax [raid]. “Green” is money, and sudden donations, tax evasion… Trump! OK, we’ve gotten a little farther… oh, this is good. OK, golf resorts are “green”, too. Whispering on the “green”. Those who can do are you listening? Do the math… you’ve got this! There’s more. I’ll keep on, too.

I keep getting Moscow. Not Russia. Not Putin. Moscow. I don’t understand.

Even though T gave me info, and said they could give me the money back, nothing more was said. I told T to hang onto it for now and explained no rush, but by mid December at latest to redeposit if we don’t move before spring or if I need it sooner for medical expenses. Asked what they’re thinking at this point and an important question to be able to get the insurance too. I think they’re upset with me. But, come on... I’ve been more than fair and patient until now, when I have pressing matters. It’s sad and sucks. Everything.

[conceitedxglory-blog]

Answer 21, Tag 21

Tagged by: @marigoldeneyes WOWOW I LOVE YOU BB THANK U

1. Nicknames: Poe, Poey, Poe-Go, Dweadski, Mon, Moni, and the list goes on. (Rule of thumb, if it starts with a “P” its my nickname). 

2. Zodiac Sign: Aries!

3. Height: 5′5″ Inches

4. Hogwarts 🏠: Ravenclaw! (one inch from Gryffindor tho)

5. Last Thing I googled: The spelling and general knowledge on halberdiers. I needed to know for a character I was working on. :3

6. Favourite Musicians: Oh lawd, okay. I love all kinds of music from Britney Spears to Ramstein, I also have a strong liking to classic rock; however, if I had to list some favorite bands and musicians I’d say: Disturbed, Kamelot, Nightwish, Breaking Benjamin, Journey, and I have a weak spot for ELO (Electric Light Orchestra). Also ABBA. Can’t forget ABBA. 

7. Song Stuck in My Head: “My Name Is Human” by Highly Suspect

8. Following Now: 30 (which might I add is insane??? I am barely active nowadays and am relatively a new blog??? Wowzers im love all of you). 

9. Followers: 31

10. Do I Get Asks?: Whenever I reblog a meme I am shocked with how many people actually send some in and sometimes I get cute lil’ anons. I still love the one with Beauty and the Beast lyrics. :3

11. Amount of 💤?: Fuck, about like....5 or 6 hours I think? Depression often makes it vary. 

12. Lucky Number: 10

13. What I’m Wearing: The majority of my clothes are black. I only ever wear a bit of red. BUT if you wanna know exactly what right now: tea pot themed pajamas. :)

14. Dream Job: Honestly............I just wanna make art. Maybe do comics or even just make money off traditional art would be nice, I love painting---especially with watercolor. 

15. Dream Trip: travel scares me

16. Favorite Food: I’m kinda struggling with food, but steak fajitas are the bomb dot com. 

17. Instruments: I used to play the violin really well until my orchestra teacher (freshmen year) verbally abused me and tried to force me out of the spring concert; unfortunately, I haven’t been able to pick it up since. I wanted to be a singer when I was younger, but I think I’m about as tone deaf as my muse and I was told my voice was really raspy and out of tune so....I kinda dropped playing music and singing all together, which isn’t right and I know I shouldn’t let those experiences get the best of me but...eh. Maybe one day when inspiration strikes, I’ll do it. 

18. Languages: English and very broken German.

19. Favorite Song: “The Light” by Disturbed

20. Random Fact: I have always related to Rapunzel as a little girl because I felt trapped. My mom didn’t let me or my brother celebrate Halloween until we were teenagers, I spent the majority of my early years without friends or anywhere outside the house without literally begging to be taken somewhere, and visits to other family members involved one kind of drama or another. I also didn’t cut my hair until I was twelve and the only reason I did was because it was just uh...a little too much to handle. It went past my butt and long strands of brown were literally everywhere. xD

21. Aesthetic: Tarot cards, skulls, red and black, cute lil’ kitties and bunnies, typewriters (always wanted one!), the smell of sage, crystals, fire, witchy things, demons but like...cute ones, contrast between life and death, etc. 

Tagging: @magicfordummies, @fadedintheflames, @humortremors, @rebclangcl, @brusquc, @nevivorona, AND surely theres more but....my brain is ehhhhhhhh not working right. Literally if you wanna do it then do it! Also apologies if anyone of you beans I tagged already did it, just kinda---toss this post into the void. Just yeet it. Sacrifice it to Cthulhu. It’s all good and no pressure at all. 

[lunuanaki]

hc; velka + the gods

This is an edited version of a post sent to sosayethlight as part of our “let’s shoot the shit about gods” discussion, and it is massive. Don’t embark on this if you’re not ready for an extensive description of Velka’s presence as a religious figure. All headcanon, as usual, because we’re supposed to be doing the fun here, not creating a wiki.

G-mun’s original question, in summary, was “What do Velka’s holidays look? What gifts are left at her shrines, or simply placed out for her; if such things are done? What do her worshippers expect from her? What do these worshippers look like, when they aren’t pardoners… And are they worshippers, or propitators?”

The thing that underpins my entire interpretation of the gods is my pre-existing knowledge of the norse pantheon and my inability not to match them up to one another. Solaire is an obvious Thor character, a well meaning, headstrong warrior with a love of fun, wine and bashing stuff; selfless to a fault but also somehow really kind of tunnel-vision in how he goes about things. Gwyn is my Odin, self sacrificing father-figure, though Gwyn sacrificed his whole being rather than his eye. They’re both equally ominous, you can never be quite sure of his reasoning or whether he’d put his love for his family over his own power. Gwynevere is my Idun, not a fighter, but no less important - she’s a mellow, sunny kind of gal who looks after things, in Idun’s case it would be her apples, and by extension, her family, in Gwynevere’s case, it would be her people - and also her family. Gwyndolin, oh man, I love to picture Gwyndolin as a twisted Baldr, bitter and blind to his own beauty, fragile in comparison to other gods, but still a god himself. Let’s throw in an honourable mention to Sif, who is named after one norse god, but who bears a striking resemblance to the Fenris-wolf.

So, where does Velka fit in here?

Velka is my Loki. I cannot even begin to explain my thoughts on Loki - but Velka is controversial, misunderstood, indifferent to people’s petty emotional struggles, a true neutral with no time for niceties. She is a spy, not a fighter; a joker, an overlooked observer who is rarely taken as seriously as she should be. She could rival Gwyn if she had the mind to, but as Loki owes much to Odin, so does Velka feel a sense of loyalty to Gwyn - so that wouldn’t happen, despite any trouble she might cause. She is balance, justice and truth at all costs. Like Loki, she has two aspects; one is the judge, and if she were only this aspect, she’d be a respected patron deity. This aspect is all about justice and fairness, an ideal patron for anyone interested in law or charity work. But her second aspect overshadows the first by miles, and that is her equivalent world-breaker aspect. This is what I meant by “at all costs”. Do not pray to her for help in overcoming an enemy if you hold a shred of blame yourself. Do not ask her to fix anything for you unless you’re prepared for her to burn down your current life and rebuild it. You should, as one of her followers, aspire to possess the self-assurance to objectively judge and fix your own life. Ask her to remove one harmful influence for you, and she will destroy it to remove them all at once. She is not a believer in painting over damaged walls. Her destruction is always in the name of fairness, though - she will never put you through more than she believes you are capable of taking. Stay with her and follow her guidance, and the result will be better than you could have imagined. You will go through hell - but keep going.

Because she is not a god you can just ask for things from, less clever newcomers to her service have often been burned by unexpected side effects of her influence. Their outrage and displeasure spreads like wildfire and by now, her worshippers are a handful of invisible, understanding individuals, who respect the good and the damage she can do. To the wider population, Velka is the patron of stupid edgy teenagers. If you imagine slightly ignorant old people irl who think satan worship is about being vocally alternative and goth and cool, this is pretty much how Velka and her followers are seen. Most see no reason to admire her when there are more accessible, “family friendly” gods to turn their attention to, so they dismiss anyone who does as either a fool or potentially dangerous. In reality, they’re a group of misfits - their lives have taken turns that led to her, and there are as many examples of events that might cause that as there are people. They tend to be highly individualistic, non-traditional and are often, but certainly not always, “undesirables”. So, to return to what you actually asked, Velka’s holidays are near-invisible. More social events are organised quietly - not in secret, anyone is welcome to join, though few dare approach to find out how, which doesn’t help their reputation for secrecy. Often, they will take the form of masked balls or similar, since your face and status aren’t as important as your actions and intent. Velka is an admirer of anything extravagant, so costumes, food and copious amounts of wine are often involved. As long as her followers’ personal freedoms don’t impinge on anyone else’s, they are free to do whatever they like, provided it doesn’t do undeserved harm - so these parties are in no way over-formal or sober. The timing would likely be somewhere around Halloween, for the likeness of the longer nights, clear autumn skies and full moons to her Carim home. It bears a few more similarities as well, in that she finds graveyards and places with links to death to be ideal settings due to their constant background reminder that all of those present will die - none are above one another in that regard, death is the ultimate equaliser. The gathering itself is a dedication to her, so no additional offering is required, so long as they acknowledge that their way of life and their presence there is granted by her and approved by no one else. Whether or not they are worshippers is entirely down to them - if they see themselves as such, then they are. If they prefer to think of themselves as followers, or something else, that’s fine, too. Her heavy emphasis on freedom and personal choice means they are comfortable with each others’ differences, and there’s very little infighting over who does it “right”. She would never say it because she truly believes all her followers equal, but she finds her solitary followers to be a little more equal than the others; these are the ones who might join in with the festivities, but they feel closest to her when alone. These are the ones who are likely to become full time pardoners, and only the best of them are brought to her and given control of a regional church of hers. Their private rituals don’t follow a set pattern, but always have an emphasis on cleansing (rock salt and sage are common choices). Their shrines to her are often unmarked, as it started off as a safety measure to hide from less tolerant objectors and became a tradition that fit in nicely with the reasoning behind the masks. The colours associated with her are deep reds (courage and vitality - the darker shades another reminder of mortality in their resemblance to blood) and purples (mystery, royalty, spirituality, connection with intuition), though mostly black (death, stealth, stability) and silver (an opposite to Gwyn and the sun-gods’ gold). These can be incorporated in any number of ways, but are commonly added using candles of one or all of those colours, altar cloths or gemstones. Typically, any rituals in her name are done after dark and are meditative in purpose. This is why these followers are so valuable to her - their introspection and focus on applying her ideals to themselves before trying to project them outwardly makes them perfect candidates for the inner circle that makes up her “official” covenant. Their private rituals might be simply as described, or they might intensify them by fasting beforehand or using any other method they find improves it for them personally. It’s typically a much, much more intimate experience than the organised gatherings. This intimacy is reinforced for anyone who makes it to pardoner rank, as their confessionals are off-limits to other pardoners and to anyone else they don’t choose to admit, meaning their space is theirs alone and dedicated to her. Because of her rejection of specified gender roles, she’s a popular choice among “rebellious” women, “frail” men and anyone who unashamedly enjoys sex, so some of them will include sex magic in their rituals, which provides absolutely no practical value, but Velka quite likes the idea. It’s nice that they’re enjoying themselves, isn’t it?

Things left at her shrine are small, usually - silver jewellery, crow feathers, magpie feathers if they know her well enough to know that her personal pet is one of these. The meaning is more important than the item, so a shiny pebble is perfectly fine if it happens to remind the giver of her for some reason. Those who come from more mainstream backgrounds often mistakenly assume that actual sacrifices are common, but they aren’t. The act of a human or animal sacrifice is an offence to her in itself, as the individual has effectively stolen a life and given it to her, though it’s not theirs to give. The last thing I can think of to mention is that most of her followers don’t realise she was human herself once, but those that do don’t see it as all that important. It’s because she was one of them that there’s a general sense of her being closer to them than the greater Anor Londo gods. Velka personally visits the confessionals of her higher ranked pardoners herself, though their lifetimes pass her by so quickly, she doesn’t always get to see each one. Still though, it’s common enough for them to encounter her in person, especially if they’re closer to the city walls. That adds to the view that she’s not a “real” god and isn’t worth being treated as one, despite the fact she is.

I just took this from a previous post and it just works:

So, overall, we’ve got a covenant that can be as compliant as a cooking fire, or could burn your entire world down, and watch it all over a crystal champagne flute from Anor Londo’s balconies.

[cep2000]

Where to Now, Albuquerque?

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News Editorial The seer, the jester and the scholar

So the earth continues to travel undisturbed in an unfathomably huge elliptical path around the sun, an impossibly massive, hot, yet verifiably real object only 93 million miles away. That burning blob of plasma gives us life. So remember that whatever spiritual, metaphysical, religious or scientific ideas this essay on prognostication engenders, we’re all ultimately sun worshippers and our god is at least 4.5 billion years old—constantly aflame with just the sort of radiation fleshy beings like us need to survive in the depths of space, by the way.

With all the uncertainty such a labyrinthine existential scheme breeds, it’s no doubt the big-brained, hairless, bipedal apes—of which you and I are invested tribe-members—are going to go seeking for further clarification.

That’s probably especially true these days, when American culture has just spent the past two years transitioning from a hopeful, progressive, democratic society with growing global reach into a dour yet determined, regressive populist-nationalist regime dressed in protectionist and isolationist costumes to hide its ravenous imperial nature.

What’s next? is not so much a rhetorical question or urgent bourgeois expletive uttered every month on bill day as it is the symbol of a real, growing quest to understand the massive changes facing human culture right now.

In the midst of crisis the answers folks seek tend to come from experts. The advice of the common man just won’t do it in times when there just ain’t no job growth and the North Koreans have an A-Bomb aimed at the heart of our enterprise. Economists are consulted. Planetary scientists. Mystics and lawyers. Rabbis, priests and bishops get a say too, as year-end predictions come pouring out through a gazillion media outlets.

But among our small communities, at the beginning of an all-too warm winter, we also tend to talk among ourselves. Here at Weekly Alibi, there’s always a plethora of the informed, curiously shaping and inhabiting the spaces of our lives right here in Burque.

Here’s who we talked to: local psychic Reta Crook-Bray, legendary Burqueño poet and bunny-man, Jeff Hartzer and public health scientist John Scariano. While their looks at the future varied and sometimes were at odds, they all wrote to us from their hearts about the future—the place where, the Amazing Criswell noted, we will spend the rest of our lives.

Reta Crook-Bray has been a part of the metaphysical/psychic community all of her life. While in high school her aunt and mother opened Abitha’s with the hope of bringing the tools to folks who practice the old ways. Reta has served Albuquerque’s Pagan community for near 30 years and looks forward to the years to come.

Weekly Alibi: What is happening in the world now, why have the last two years been so chaotic and where are we going?

Reta Crook-Bray: First, the past two years, fear and doubt have ruled side by side. Psychically meaning that once one allows fear and/or doubt to have a place in their life that person loses their own power.

The start to 2018 is blessing us with the full moon, Jan. 1. It is what is called a wolf moon and is full of strength and determination. It is also a supermoon, meaning that it is unusually close to the Earth, this will allow us to shed the guck and muck that we have been carrying for the past two or so years. Giving us the chance to lay a sound and strong foundation to build our goals and dreams upon.

Putting into place "resolutions" at this time of year is the norm, but think more if you will to be putting "the law" into effect, saying in effect, “This is how my year will be!” I will not settle for anything less than. … Placing such statements into your energy/aura, one is adding intention and purpose to what they want and deserve.

How will things continue to change in 2018?

2018 is going to be a great year. Full of opportunities and new experiences. If one works on growing a positive vibration of good intent, all the ill and negativity that has been breeding will have no place and will have no strength to meddle.

Are there forces at work in this world beyond what the average human imagines? Are those forces working for or against us?

The extra energies that have been "hanging" around have been with us on this plane since Samhain, also known as Halloween. Several folks have felt the presence of their loved ones and others who have passed for several weeks now, not knowing exactly why but open to understanding it.

During the time of Samhain the veil between our world and the next becomes very thin. At that time spirits are able to visit and if they wish help those of us on the physical plane with what we might be trying to achieve. Energies of our guides, ancestors and guardian angels are always with us to try and help keep us on the path that we were placed upon from birth.

With that, there are also energies that when they left their physical body did not wish to leave this plane and have taken up a space filling it with a harmful and malice desire to harm those who physically reside in that space.

When off feelings come over you you can call out or pray for safety and protection from anything that wishes you harm. Cleansing your home, work, car, family and self will help clear these energies from the space and allow more peace and positive energy to reside.

What about all the dry warm weather this winter, what does that mean?

This past November, I saw a post of my friend’s daughter building a snowman, normal for this time of year? yes. Where they live? No. My friend and her family live in Covington, La., just outside New Orleans. Here in New Mexico I see it as a blessing. Meaning that there are beings that are part of the land and are trying all that they can to make a better place for all of us. In doing so the energetic vibrations are so high that the traditional winter has no place here at this time.

Anything else you might want to add about the human condition, hope, the future?

As we go into 2018, keep your vibrations positive. When doubt wiggles into your thoughts tell it to "go away," or, "Be gone before someone drops a house on you." Give those negative thoughts and ill intent wishes no place to call home. And above all else be good to each other.

A lifelong educator, writer, poet and photographer—who was also one of this town’s first legitimate bloggers—Jeff Hartzer is also the curator of Bunnytown USA and a partner at AirDance ArtSpace. He has been a fresh and chaotic voice of this desert since 1985.

Weekly Alibi: What did you dream about 2018?

Jeff Hartzer: I awoke on New Year’s Day in the midst of an action-packed apocalyptic dream. A group including me, was each looking to hide in a ghost town similar to the set of AMC’s season one of “Preacher” at the Bonanza Creek Ranch in Cerrillos—with dusty roads, old half-open buildings and surrounded by a very vast unknown of emptiness. In this dream, no one knew each other, no one knew the apparently mobile enemy. We were each weaponless, lost, hungry, tired, dirty and very afraid. We were not hiding from zombies but rather from a mobile humanity on the hunt. And, we each felt helpless and yes, hopeless.

My dream was not an auspicious start to what the Chinese Zodiac refers to as the “Year of the Earth Dog” (2/16/2018-2/4/2019). Our Commander-in-Chief was unfortunately born in 1946, making him in the Chinese parlance, an Earth Dog; yet, number 45 is the only POTUS in 130 years to not own a dog. Why would he? He genuinely only loves himself with no room for pets in his tiny cone of ‘love’. He even made “Merry Christmas” all about himself. Jesus! On the other paw, dogs receive all of our love (or hate) and return only geometrically increased amounts of true unconditional love no matter how kicked around or ignored they may be.

What do your dreams say about Albuquerque?

The world famous Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta will be canceled this year for lack of “hot air”—the stuff will be spewing unabated in Washington, leading to a ballooning crisis. Our Peetza Governor will secede to the Democrats as scheduled. At least three giant big box stores will be reborn as marijuana dispensaries. Mother Earth’s sacred salt beds will tire of mistakes at WIPP; results unknown.

Don Schrader will finally have to pay taxes after the skyrocketing sales of brewskis and apparel merch for his new brew, WHIZZBANGERS goes national. At thefullwiki.org Don shares, “I have drunk my piss every day since 11/10/1999.” Party on, Don. Zozobra will finally marry up and have little Zozos just like Orbit’s little ones. Finally and most importantly, I predict that Mayor Tim Keller’s new beard will become white by next Christmas.

As a scientist, John Scariano works with large amounts of healthcare data to determine positive outcomes for his patients. A Chicago native, he’s also passionate about culture and politics and has 28 years of teaching and research experience at the UNM School of Medicine, Department of Pathology.

Weekly Alibi: How will American life and health be affected in 2018?

John Scariano: The life expectancy in the US will decrease again this year, largely to the huge amount of opioid addiction we’re discovering especially among white, middle class, middle-aged adults.

In the larger scope of things, how will the health of the planet be affected this year?

Approval of previously banned neonicotinoid pesticides—made possible by the Trump administration—will cause continued decrease in specifice pollinating insect populations, particularly bumble- and honeybee populations. On a related note, the western US will continue to face a significant drought and subsequently there will be more wildfires.

What do you see as an outcome to this and other scientific issues?

Despite the denigration of science and scientists, reason and clear thinking will gain a new beach head after Nov. 2018.

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hi petal, it’s vn army anon. I missed talking to u too! and not rly well, actually. idk I guess I’ve just been feeling pressured&tired lately idek why I’m feeling down.. but dw, I have a very low self-esteem so I have such mental breakdowns quite often. sorry for bringing negativity in here, I’ll just stop there:) yay, I’m glad to hear that u did well! I’m proud of u^^ ah I see, glad y’all are safe! noo, good luck with ur next midterm! I’m sure you’ll do great! and no, I didn’t because my room–

–is small&we’re in the process of building a house (still stuck at paperworks tho) so I want to hang them up when I get a new room^^ aww namjoon looks so soft tho in these photocards~ and tae is cute too! good to hear u got some extra cards! I also got more cards of them so I’m glad yoongi’s there too! hehe maybe it is a sign😁 eleanor&park was pure, a story abt two teenagers who gradually fell in love with each other. it was different from the stories I read&I liked her choices of characters.–

–have fun reading it! I started fangirl but haven’t finished it yet, I should get back to it soon. oh yes, I do like poetry so I’ll add them on my reading list! ah yes, that might be the problem, I think it’s because of the link too! I’ll try it another way then. ah that’s great! have fun in ur next art classes^^ I swear as soon as hixtape drops, I’m gonna need holy water bc it’ll be lit&everyone would be on fire so we’ll all need to cool down from it haha. I also tend to do things right before–

–deadline, wish I could do my best like u tho😅 yes, no halloween for me over here so I’d be glad if I could spend traditional american holidays once at least if I get the chance to visit usa! it’d be even better if I could spend them with u💖 and same omg idk but smth abt christmas makes me feel safe&warm at heart; it’s like a flashback to the days when we all were kids, pure&innocent, not worrying abt anything&just seize the magic moments🌟 how was ur day, petal? I hope u had a great one!💞🌸

hello, raindrop!! oh no, i’m sorry to hear that ): why are you feeling pressured? would you like to talk about it more? is there anything i can do to help? of course i’m going to worry about you! i hope you’re doing okay and feeling better ): i have a lot of these moments too when i think about if i really made the right decision with my field of study. i’m here for you if you ever need someone to listen! :) and please don’t apologize for it; it’s totally okay with me if you want to talk about it.

and thank you!! 💗💗oooh, but a new house, how exciting!! and they’re in the process of building it? :o omg did you get to customize how the building plans and choose the architecture and where each room goes? and yes, he does!!! namjoon is too cute, i like seeing his cute self on my desk everyday; he’s like a a lil motivator!! and yes, tae is always cute :’) omg i’m so happy you got yoongi too!!! 💘 oooh ok, i think i’ll start reading this weekend when i take breaks in between studying! i’m so excited askjldfhas i also just got a copy of the sympathizer by viet thanh nguyen, so i can’t wait to start that either.

ahhh yes, please finish fangirl soon! i think i read it three or four times by now, and i still love it. i hope you’ll enjoy their poetry when you read them in the future!! and i got the playlist this time! i’m currently listening to it, and it sounds so nice 😻😻 the name of the playlist immediately reminds me of taeyeon’s rain too :D and thank you!! i worked on my still life today, and i’m having so much fun painting!  omg me too, i gotta keep a fire extinguisher nearby because when hixtape comes out, it’ll be fire.

askjdlfash waiting right before the deadline isn’t the best way though– i have to work on that 😅 yesyesyesyes omg if you come visit, we’ll go through all the halloween traditions and you’re welcome to join me and my family for the big thanksgiving feast!!! :D and yes omg that describes christmas perfectly; i wish we can go back to the times where we believed santa was real and our biggest worry was if our letters got to the north pole on time.

my day was good!! i had only one class today, did some painting, went to the gym, took a four hour nap, and now, i’m watching dexter with my roommates! how is your day going, raindrop? 💙