#Joy Pesca

[meanwhilewvba]

Joy's First Day pt. 1

by @anotherwvba

Monday, 7:55am

Okayokayokayokayokay… calm down, Joy. They’ve already hired you. They have to like you… don’t they? Of course, they do! They wouldn’t have hired you otherwise. But, what if they don’t like my dress? Is it too dress-y? Too short? Too long? Oh no… nonononono… my shoes! There’s a smudge on my shoes! They’re gonna hate me! They’re gonna see my shoes and think I’m a slob! I should go home, call out. This was all a bad…

“Pardon me, Joy?” A young lady stood holding the door to the Atlanta headquarters of the WVBA open. She was dressed in a red dress, very business appropriate, but quite fletching on the redhead. When Joy failed to respond, the young lady asked again with a bright smile, “Are you Joy Pesca?”

“Uhm, yeah,” Joy nearly stuttered, shuffling her feet and straightening the non-existent wrinkles in her dress, “I mean yes yes ma’am I’m Joy Pesca it’s my first day and I might be a little nervous.”

The young redhead giggled with a warm and reassuring expression, “I can tell. Trust me, there’s nothing to be nervous about. My name’s Melodie, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Joy took Melodie's extended hand, practically trembling, “Thank you, Melodie…”

“Melodie Swan. I’ll be your mentor on our administration team,” Melodie said as she shook Joy’s hand. “Welcome to the WVBA!”

Melodie held the door open for Joy to enter the building and the front lobby. With a slight hesitation, Joy stepped through, “I’m… I’m sorry Melodie. It’s just… I’m so nervous. I love the WVBA and to be working here, it’s just… I don’t know…”

“Surreal?” Melodie ventured and Joy nodded. Melodie just smiled again, putting Joy at ease, “Well, you’ve got nothing to be nervous about. You’ll do great. Let’s get you to HR and get your new hire paperwork taken care of.”

As Melodie led Joy toward one of the halls leading off the lobby, the doors behind and to the left of the receptionist’s desk burst open. Two security guards and a tall man that Joy recognized as Disco Kid, one of the Minor Circuit boxers, were pulling a rather combative short, scrawny looking young man with white bag gloves out of the room.

Following close behind were a small handful of trainers, Joy assumed, and another instantly recognizable face, Aran Ryan. The Irish hooligan was screaming and pointing with his green gloved fist. “Oi! I tells ye’ tha boy is radio rental! He don’t need ta learn a proper jab, he needs a proper shrink! Who in blazes signed tha bloody mental case?!”

The young man was shouting back, but Joy couldn’t make it out over all the shouting and scuffling. Melodie, on the other hand, was completely unbothered, “Come on, Joy. We don’t want to keep HR waiting.”

Joy watched the slowly stabilizing situation, “Is… this normal?”

“Oh, girl!” Melodie’s laugh was loud and immediate. “This is Monday.”

To Be Continued

Jon Adamski is an OC created by @punchout-ispunched and is used with permission.

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Benedetti i Guaritori della Terra

Rendiamo grazie per tutti coloro che si muovono, nella loro vita, per guarire e proteggere la terra, nel piccolo e nel grande. Benedizioni sui compostatori, i giardinieri, gli allevatori di vermi e funghi, i costruttori di terra, coloro che puliscono le acque e purificano l'aria, tutti coloro che ripuliscono i pasticci che altri hanno fatto...

Benedizioni su coloro che difendono gli alberi e che piantano alberi, che custodiscono le foreste e che rinnovano le foreste. Benedizioni su coloro che imparano a guarire le praterie e rinnovare i corsi d'acqua, su coloro che prevengono l'erosione, che ripristinano il salmone e la pesca, che custodiscono le erbe curative e che conoscono la tradizione delle piante selvatiche......

Benedizioni su coloro che guariscono le città e le riportano in vita con entusiasmo, creatività e amore. Gratitudine e benedizioni a tutti coloro che si oppongono all'avidità, che rischiano se stessi, a coloro che hanno sanguinato e sono stati feriti e a coloro che hanno dato la vita al servizio della terra...

Possano tutti i guaritori della terra trovare la propria guarigione. Possano essere alimentati dall'amore appassionato per la terra. Possano conoscere la loro paura ma non essere fermati dalla paura. Possano sentire la loro rabbia e tuttavia non essere governati dalla rabbia. Possano onorare il loro dolore ma non essere paralizzati dal dolore. Possano trasformare la paura, la rabbia e il dolore in compassione e ispirazione per agire al servizio di ciò che amano.

Possano trovare l'aiuto, le risorse, il coraggio, la fortuna, la forza, l'amore, la salute, la gioia di cui hanno bisogno per svolgere il lavoro. Possano essere nel posto giusto, al momento giusto, nel modo giusto. Possano loro portare in vita un grande risveglio, aprire un orecchio in ascolto per ascoltare la voce della terra, trasformare lo squilibrio in equilibrio, l'odio e l'avidità in Amore. Beati i guaritori della terra....!!!

Starhawk

by Lobsang-secretart

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Blessed be the Healers of the Earth

We give thanks for all those who are moved, in their lives, to heal and protect the earth, in small ways and in large. Blessings on the composters, the gardeners, the breeders of worms and mushrooms, the soil-builders, those who cleanse the waters and purify the air, all those who clean up the messes others have made....

Blessings on those who defend trees and who plant trees, who guard the forests and who renew the forests. Blessings on those who learn to heal the grasslands and renew the streams, on those who prevent erosion, who restore the salmon and the fisheries, who guard the healing herbs and who know the lore of the wild plants......

Blessings on those who heal the cities and bring them alive again with excitement and creativity and love. Gratitude and blessings to all who stand against greed, who risk themselves, to those who have bled and been wounded, and to those who have given their lives in service of the earth.....

May all the healers of the earth find their own healing. May they be fueled by passionate love for the earth. May they know their fear but not be stopped by fear. May they feel their anger and yet not be ruled by rage. May they honor their grief but not be paralyzed by sorrow. May they transform fear, rage, and grief into compassion and the inspiration to act in service of what they love.

May they find the help, the resources, the courage, the luck, the strength, the love, the health, the joy that they need to do the work. May they be in the right place, at the right time, in the right way. May they bring alive a great awakening, open a listening ear to hear the earth's voice, transform imbalance to balance, hate and greed to Love. Blessed be the healers of the earth....!!!

Starhawk

by Lobsang-secretart

[riverxamazon]

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[sthethinks]

✧ MARATONA OSCAR 2024 › The Holdovers

Um filme de Sessão da Tarde ganha o coração das premiações de cinema, unindo a memória afetiva dos filmes antigos com a qualidade técnica dos anos 2020. The Holdovers é um drama clássico sobre a famosa premissa dos rejeitados, que abriga personagens amáveis, identificáveis e especiais na medida exigida pela história.

O equilíbrio entre o realista e o cinematográfico é o verdadeiro charme de The Holdovers. Desde o início, os retratos conhecidos — o professor mal-humorado (Paul Gianatti), a cozinheira bem (Joy Da’Vine) e o aluno rebelde (Dominic Sessa) — criam uma atmosfera de conforto que assenta o telespectador e o prepara para os outros detalhes substanciais que completarão a trama. O professor não é mais um vilão, a cozinheira lida com o luto e o aluno rebelde sofre com a desestruturação da sua família desde que o pai foi diagnosticado com demência. A dedicação em estruturar tais características faz com que o filme não se renda ao clichê natalino.

Esse é um daqueles filmes que não pode dizer que tem personagem principal. A divisão de tempo de tela não importa, na minha opinião, se os três têm a importância enfatizada igualmente, e se a história fosse completamente diferente sem um deles; o trio é o que sustenta e diversifica a narrativa, e isso é responsável por boa parte do que mantém o interesse de quem assiste. O roteiro sabe usar essas personalidades sem ofuscá-las entrei si, e a direção percebe que a trajetória fílmica precisa passar por todas elas para fazer o trabalho direito.

Sinto que não preciso falar sobre Paul Gianatti, pois seu nome já é muito citado quando o tema é The Holdovers. Quero falar sobre Da’Vine Joy, que é uma felicidade no elenco. Para mim, ela é a personagem mais interessante, e mais importante, por equilibrar as interações intensas entre Paul e Angus e introduzir uma perspectiva diferente ao filme. Ainda saindo do cenário escolar e do que é esperado, sua história não se destoa do que dá sentido ao decorrer do filme, e é uma preciosidade acompanhá-la: suas palavras, sua coragem e sensibilidade são indispensáveis para dar ao longa o tom ideal.

A fotografia de Holdovers é reconfortante; as cores, a qualidade da imagem e a cinematografia são parte do que nos faz sentir abrigados. O longa insiste bastante na estética dos anos 70 em todos os aspectos visuais, inclusive na pós-produção, sem parecer forçado. Essa inspiração é uma bela homenagem ao que conhecemos e amamos.

Tem um detalhe especial sobre o filme que passou despercebido na maioria das críticas: o som. Logo na primeira cena, me senti transportada aos filmes dos anos 80, pois a qualidade do áudio, nas vozes, remonta aos microfones usados na gravação dos filmes antigos. É um tipo de som que se sobressai acima dos outros mais naturais, facilmente reconhecido como vindo de uma gravação, e uma peça inserida com muito carinho para adicionar à nostalgia criada.

The Holdovers não é um filme que força expectativas sobre si ou se superestima — o que é belíssimo, porque nada dá a uma obra de arte direito algum de se auto-valorizar sozinha (está ouvindo, Maestro?). Assim como Jonathan Glazer fez com Zona de Interesse, Alexander Payne pesca um tema que já conhecemos bem e encontra outras formas de desenvolvê-lo e cativar o público com ele. O clichê bem feito funciona — não é só recriar o que sabemos que a audiência gosta, mas sim, potencializar a fórmula através de mecanismos de comunicação bem desenvolvidos. Bons atores, bom roteiro e boa cinematografia em cima de uma narrativa familiar não faz a obra ser uma ameaça aos seus precedentes, mas sim, uma herança.

No final das contas, The Holdovers tem capacidade de ser um “CODA” e nos surpreender no momento do grande prêmio. E ainda, mesmo se sair sem a estatueta principal, certamente se tornará um clássico para participar das próximas comemorações de Natal.

[thefloralhouses]

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[fractallion]

Substacks Fail At Providing Joy

A claim made by Mike Pesca on his ‘occasional’ 🔗 Substack. But maybe that isn’t the point? Maybe that is also not right? He asked for comments. This post is what I wrote. What do you think?

I definitely agree with the sentiment of your post. I do feel I kinda ‘know’ people on podcasts better than, those who’s newsletter or blog I read. That said …

To spend time listening to a podcast is a big time commitment. Example - listening to The Gist each week day requires me to devote around 2% of all my available time on that day, which translates to (maybe) 25% of my ‘disposable time’ (8hrs of sleep, 8hrs of work, (say) 6hrs of ‘life’ leaves 2 of disposable time).

Yes I can do other things while I listen, but it is still time intensive. PLUS, there is a commitment to that time to even get to know whether I want to listen. I know I can speed up the podcast - but really?

Meanwhile, I can grok newsletters, blogs et al pretty quickly and make a decision if I really want to commit time to reading it. So to get to information - the written word every time. To get to ‘know’ someone … audio.

But there won’t therefore be a large number of people in that category that I really ‘know’ - if in fact any. Example: despite listening to the Gist for many years - because I like the show and more often than not enjoy what you are talking about - I still don’t really ‘know’ you.

Read all the comments here

[yushentown-rp]

Sowon Hope Choi

24 anos, estudante de veterinária

Dormitório: Sim. Período: 5º. Clube: Jornal. Intercambista: Sim. Nacionalidade: Britânica. Etnia: Coreana. Idade ooc: +18. Temas de interesse: Angst, Crack, Fluffy, Romance, Shipping, Smut. Faceclaim: Park Sooyoung (Joy). Mewe: /yushen_sowon

Background

Algumas pessoas podem se impressionar ou simplesmente achar muito estranho a história sobre o nascimento de Sowon. Filha de dois ativistas dos Greenpeace que se conheceram através do movimento, sendo seu pai um biólogo e sua mãe uma oceanógrafa, tiveram que enfrentar muitas aventuras no relacionamento é verdade. Mas nada comparado ao nascimento da filha. O ano é 1997, a expedição conhecida como “Tour Ártico” do Greenpeace inaugurou o “Arctic Sunrise” em campanha com ações diretas contra petrolíferas inglesas e norueguesas no Mar do Norte. Nenhum dos dois ou o resto da tripulação imaginava que a mulher estava grávida e até mesmo os primeiros sintomas como o enjoo foram dados como normais pela equipe médica da embarcação. Isso mudou depois do primeiro mês e a descoberta não só surpreendeu a todos à bordo como o casal, felizes com a notícia é claro, mas preocupados com o atual cenário. É nesse ponto, no entanto, que algumas pessoas divergem sobre a história de seu nascimento porque muitos julgam os dois adultos como irresponsáveis, outros no entanto se encantam com a coragem e determinação deles em encarar tudo juntos e também de seus companheiros que embarcaram, literalmente, nessa história.

Sete meses se passaram, dores, enjoos e contrações são parte do dia-a-dia de uma mulher grávida, mas além disso Soojin lutava contra o vem e vai das ondas e tinha que colocar sua força na voz no megafone para gritar aos operários e empresários embarcados nas plataformas de petróleo que parassem com as atrocidades ambientais cometidas ali. Foram longos meses na expedição, mas o casal e o resto da tripulação tinha um plano. Para que nem a campanha e nem a criança fossem prejudicadas eles fariam um pequeno desvio de percurso e iriam para Londres onde poderiam embarcar para a Coreia do Sul, já que era do desejo dos dois que a filha nascesse no país de origem deles, embora fossem residentes e domiciliados na Inglaterra. Os planos foram por água abaixo porque a bolsa se rompeu quando recém entraram em águas britânicas e o parto precisou ser à bordo do Arctic Sunrise.

A pequena adora a história sobre seu nascimento e o motivo do seu nome ser Sowon, ou como prefere ser chamada, Hope. Foi escolhido por todos os tripulantes ali e como se identificou com a causa dos pais desde criança, adorava saber que tinha nascido no meio de uma luta. Foi criada em Liverpool onde os pais tinham uma casa, diferente da maioria dos colegas de sua escola que convivem pouco com os pais, ela sempre estava com Soojin e Hyejin em protestos, viagens e expedições e não foram poucas, até por isso tinha que ser uma aluna duplamente dedicada. Desde tenra idade aprendeu sobre a natureza e suas belezas e os motivos pelo qual devemos proteger o meio ambiente. Foi o suficiente para fazê-la se destacar como uma aluna aplicada, principalmente em ciências já que seus projetos eram sempre inusitados com alguma proposta sustentável. Adorava cantar e se dedicar às aulas do coral da escola. Cresceu como uma criança saudável, brincando na grama de casa, sujando as mãos de terra e fazendo amizade com os pássaros que apareciam em seu jardim.

Nunca tinha experimentado a sensação de sair de casa ou deixar alguma coisa importante para trás até o dia em que os pais decidiram se mudar. O Japão foi o destino deles e apesar de não decidirem não fazer mais parte do Greenpeace ou qualquer outra organização, eles ainda lutavam, principalmente contra a pesca de baleias, mas o real motivo para a mudança foi a oferta para lecionarem na Universidade de Quioto.

Assim que chegaram no Japão, Siwon teve aulas de japonês para amenizar o choque cultural. Mas sua cabeça é sempre confusa por conta do coreano falado em casa, do inglês como idioma materno e o japonês agora presente na vida. Quando terminou o ensino médio veio a tarefa de decidir não o curso que iria fazer, este já estava certo desde que tinha 15 anos de idade, mas qual instituição iria ingressar. Sua motivação vai muito além dos desejos próprios, já que ela coloca a causa ambiental à frente de qualquer projeção pessoal, e as vezes pode até parecer frustrada por não conhecer outro propósito que não esse: O de lutar por um mundo melhor. Com a sua necessidade de se sentir útil, ela quer a todo custo se provar capaz e sair um pouco da sombra dos pais. Deixar de ser a filha de dois ambientalistas para se tornar uma ambientalista. Estar perto dos pais era bom, conseguia desfrutar de todos os benefícios de ter a família por perto e a boa condição que o status deles davam. Mas ainda era sempre referenciada como filha dos professores, de Soojin… E isso a incomodava bastante.

Sua solução foi procurar um programa de intercâmbio, mais uma oportunidade de mudança que pudesse levá-la não só a sua independência, mas tirar essa certa insegurança que tinha de viver as sombras de seus pais. O programa da Yushen University parecia a ideia perfeita para uma nova fase da sua vida e para a conclusão do curso de medicina veterinária que havia começado. Mesmo com muita resistência, ela conseguiu convencer os progenitores e iniciar sua nova aventura em um país desconhecido, dessa vez completamente sozinha.

[sciogli-lingua]

Baustelle || Le rane || Italian lyrics + English translation

Mentre scoprivamo il sesso As we were founding out about sex Ignari di ciò che sarebbe poi successo Unaware of what would happen later Dopo la maturità After the high school finals Eccoci che attraversiamo i girasoli Here we are as we walk through the sunflowers Bucanieri nati Like natural-born buccaneers Andiamo via dalla realtà We run away from reality (Dalle case popolari) (From the housing projects)

Che fine hai fatto? What's become of you? Ti sei sistemato? Have you settled down? Che prezzo hai pagato? What's the price you paid? Che effetto ti fa? How does that make you feel? Vivi ancora in provincia? Are you still living in the suburbs? Ci pensi ogni tanto alle rane? Do you ever think about the frogs? L'ultima volta ti ho visto cambiato Last time I saw you, you looked different Bevevi un amaro al bancone del bar You were drinking a bitters at the counter Perché il tempo ci sfugge Because time slips away from us Ma il segno del tempo rimane But the mark of time stays

Nelle notti estive e nere In the pitch-black summer nights Solo lucciole a guidarci nell'oscurità Only the fireflies would guide us in the dark Un'era fa Ages ago La crudele pesca delle rane The cruel fishing of frogs In uno stagno usato per l'irrigazione In a pond meant for irrigation Io e te You and I Fratello mio My brother (Con gli ami e la torcia) (With hooks and flashlights)

Che fine hai fatto? What's become of you? Ti sei sistemato? Have you settled down? Che prezzo hai pagato? What's the price you paid? Che effetto ti fa? How does it all feel? Vivi ancora in provincia? Are you still living in the suburbs? Ci pensi ogni tanto alle rane? Do you ever think about the frogs? L'ultima volta ti ho visto cambiato Last time I saw you, you looked different Bevevi un amaro al bancone del bar You were drinking a bitters at the counter Perché il tempo ci sfugge Because time slips away from us Ma il segno del tempo rimane But the mark of time stays

Ma voglio immortalarti e ricordarti così But I want to immortalize you and remember you like this Coi sandali e il coraggio di Yanez With sandals on and Yanez's courage [Yanez de Gomera is a fictional character invented by Italian writer Emilio Salgari] E porterò morendo quella gioia corsara con me And when I die I'll bring that corsair-like joy with me

Io nel frattempo me ne sono andato Meanwhile, I've left Se vuoi ti ho tradito I've betrayed you, if you will Che effetto mi fa? How does that make me feel? La piscina di un agriturismo The pool of a holiday farm Ha coperto le rane Has covered the frogs L'ultima volta che ti ho salutato Last time we ran into each other and said hello Poi sono scappato nel cesso del bar I had to run to the toilet at the bar after that Ed ho pianto sul tempo che fugge To cry over the time that flies away E su ciò che rimane And over what's left

[sciatu]

CERAMICA DE SIMONE E SUSANNA DE SIMONE - PALERMO

Amo le sue forme perfette, anche se per gli altri non lo sono, amo il suo sorriso perfetto, anche se per gli altri è normale, amo le stelle che vedo nei suoi occhi quando ride, anche se gli altri non vedono nulla. Amo il profumo della sua pelle, quell’aroma di pesca e di tuberose, che sento quando le mie labbra la sfiorano, anche se per gli altri non c’è nessun odore. Amo i suoi sogni con cui abbellisce i miei, il suo stringermi quando il freddo e la pioggia nascondono ogni sorriso e l’anima trema come la fiamma di una candela quando soffia il vento freddo che fa appassire tutti gli amori. Amo i suoi silenzi e il fuoco che dona, i sorrisi che regala, i sogni che semina, i suoi occhi con cui condividere le meraviglie che nel mondo troviamo, il suo coraggio con cui realizza i nostri sogni, l’incoscienza con cui sbaglia e il coraggio con cui lo ammette. Per questo, anche se per gli altri è una delle tante, per me lei è la mia chiesa, per me lei è il luogo più sacro del mondo perché ne riassume l’amore e la gioia, per me lei è la finestra incastonata nel grigio e nel silenzio da cui mi affaccio per vedere le bellezza che mi circonda, per me lei è le ali dei miei sogni, per lei nasce la voce dei miei versi senza rime, lei è la neve appena scesa, il mare nel silenzio del mattino, il sorriso che accende il giorno, il colore dei cieli della primavera quando recitano il tramonto. Questo lei è per me anche se per gli altri, lei non è diversa da tutte le altre.

I love her perfect forms, even if for others they are not, I love her perfect smile, even if for others it is normal, I love the stars that I see in her beautiful eyes when she laughs, even if others do not see anything. I love the scent of her skin, that aroma of peach and tuberose, which I feel when my lips touch her, even if for others there is no smell. I love her dreams with which she beautifies mine, her hold me when the cold and the rain hide every smile and the soul trembles like the flame of a candle when the cold wind blows that makes all loves wither. I love her silences and the fire she handed, the smiles she gives, the dreams she sows, her eyes with which to share the wonders that we find in the world, her courage with which she realizes our dreams, the unconsciousness with which she makes mistakes and the courage with which she admits it. For this reason, even if for others she is one of many, for me she is my church, for me she is the most sacred place in the world because she sums up her love and joy, for me she is the window set in gray and in the silence from which I look to see the beauty that surrounds me, for me she is the wings of my dreams, for her the voice of my verses are born without rhymes, she is the snow that has just fallen, the sea in the silence of the morning, the smile that lights up the day, the color of the spring skies when the sun goes down. This is for me even if for others, she is no different from all the others.

[glitterslag]

Congrats on nearing 1k!! Maybe a little soft beekeeper! Walter on how he started having a passion for bees? ❤️

Walter was born and lived all his life in the capital, and he fancied himself quite the urbanite. London, for a long time, was his whole universe, and he never thought much about the rural customs of his rustic, country-dwelling counterparts. 

That was, until he accepted a job in a boy’s boarding school in Wiltshire, where he stayed for two terms. He was paid quite handsomely, for a young art master, and the town was nice, but he had to admit he found the people to be rather quaint. It was there that Walter became familiar with the rural custom of “Telling The Bees”.

It was imperative, Walter was told, that the town’s bees must be kept well informed of any births and deaths that occurred in the community, as well as marriages, and various other gossip-worthy events. It was believed that the penalty for not doing so would be something disastrous - like the bees leaving their hive, or ceasing the production of honey. 

Nothing like this went on in London, Walter remembered thinking at the time. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if London had bees. They would surely be killed in the thick cloud of smog that saturated the entire city. He became rather fascinated with this little rustic ritual, and made a promise with himself to find out if there were bees at home as soon as he got back. 

Of course, it was a promise he didn’t keep. At least, not right away. On arriving  back after the school year was finished, Walter found himself consumed by the hubbub of London again, and quickly forgot all notions of anthropomorphic bees and idle village gossip. 

Walter was in the highlight of his career. He was moving quickly upward in the world of art - and in the social rankings to boot - and there was a time, for a year or so, where it seemed that there was an opera, a show or a gallery opening to attend nearly every single night. He wouldn’t have given it up for anything. London had, again, become his entire universe, and he could never have dreamt of residing anywhere else. 

Then he lost Pesca and his mother in the same year. 

His mother, by then being quite old, did not come as so much of a shock, but Pesca? It was by sheer accident. The man, having had a couple too many glasses of wine (as he often would) was standing out with him on the balcony, recounting some tall story and talking so very animatedly with his hands (as he often did) and, as he was coming to the crux of his fantastical tale, had taken one small step backwards, and, (with a great flourish) fallen straight off the fourth story balcony. 

Walter stayed with his sister and her husband a little while, just down the river in Dartford, but the woman had six children, and soon his presence became a burden. And he could sense the village’s pity. 

“Almost thirty and no wife?” They would whisper in the streets after he passed. Poor thing. He is all alone in the world. And what a shame - with a face as handsome as that. And all that money…” 

A few weeks were all he could stand. 

When he returned, however, things were no better. If Dartford had been too small, it was as if, all of a sudden, overnight even, London had become far too big. 

Too big to recognise anybody in the street. 

Too big for him to feel this isolated.

Walter took to wandering Kensal Green in his afternoons, whether it be to visit his mother or the dead Pesca, to sketch and make etchings of the gravestones, or to simply pass the time. Many an onlooker must have thought him a ghost himself, he often mused, so aimless was his wandering from grave to grave. He wasn’t eating much in those weeks.

One  afternoon, when he had come to check on the garden he had been cultivating atop his mother and father’s plot, he noticed that the pansies he had planted the winter before were beginning to come into bloom, and that all around them, there were droves of bees buzzing and bumbling about the place. It gave him a fleeting flicker of joy to watch them going about their business, and a sense of hope to realise that it would soon be spring. 

As the weeks drew on, he found himself visiting the cemetery more for the sake of seeing the bees than to see his dead. They were calming to watch, and to listen to. Something about being surrounded by that deep, rhythmic hum had a very soothing effect - an almost holistic quality. 

He began to develop an interest in the little creatures, spending a fair bit of time in the library researching them. He was no scholar, but he had always enjoyed learning, and if a particular topic caught his interest, he could lose himself in book for hours on end. 

At first it was only something to keep him occupied - or rather, preoccupied from the thought of his recent bereavements. However, as he felt the fire of passion slowly start to consume him, stopped his excessive drinking and began to cultivate his hobby instead… It was like coming back to life. Like being frozen for such a very long time, only to find yourself slowly thawing, piece by piece. 

He became a member of the Royal Horticultural Society. He spent his days reading almanacs and botanical encyclopaedias. He researched as much as he could about the practise of beekeeping, and starting attending talks at the British Beekeepers Association in town. 

Finally, when he felt ready, he made a final trip back to Kensal Green, asked for his mother’s blessing, (which he believed she silently gave) cleared her banked account, and left the city. 

London no longer served him. He knew he had to move on from his tragedy, and start a new life. Somewhere where nobody could stare and whisper about him. Somebody where nobody would know his name. Somewhere he could be quite alone with his grief, and only have to speak to people if he so chose. 

That’s how he came to find himself here. 

[meanwhilewvba]

Joy's First Day pt. 2

by @anotherwvba

Monday, 9:56am

“Miss Swan?” A middle-aged man in a suit stepped out of a small conference room, Joy close behind, “Joy’s wrapped up all her new hire paperwork and is ready to go.”

“Excellent, Zach,” an easy smile crossed Melodie’s features as she stood. “Ow… we really need to get new chairs for the waiting rooms around here. These are stiff as a board.”

“You’ll have to take that up with Gabby,” Zach chuckled. “Something about proper posture and other stuff he said in French. I don’t know.” Zach then looked to Joy, “Now, Miss Pesca, be sure to log onto the company training server and complete your orientation videos before the end of the week. I.T. will issue you a laptop for you to use here and at home, just be sure to clock in online if you watch any of the videos away outside of your regular hours.”

“Sure thing, Mister Allan,” Joy answered crisply. Thank goodness this was normal, she thought, allowing herself to relax a little, Just like any other job I’ve had. Maybe that altercation I saw getting broken up was just a one-off.

“Miss Pesca? Did you hear me?” Zach asked.

Joy shook her head quickly, clearing cobwebs, then sheepishly smiled, “I’m sorry, Mister Allen. I was just thinking. You were saying?”

“Firstly, no more ‘Mister Allen’, please. Makes me feel old,” he smiled as he continued. “I was just saying that my business card is tucked in the front cover of your employee handbook. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out. Alright?” Joy nodded as Zach extended his hand, “Welcome to the WVBA.”

Joy nodded her thanks with a smile as Melodie gestured toward the door leading to the hallway, “If you’re ready, Joy, we can head to I.T. and get your laptop and credentials squared away.”

“Sounds great, Melodie,” Joy said, opening the door to the hall. Then just as quickly…

“EEEEEK!!!”

Scared out of her wits, Joy jumped back so far and so hard, she nearly bowled Melodie over. Melodie quickly stepped in front of her and opened the door, looking around quickly. When she looked down, her shoulders slumped in seeming resignation.

Melodie turned back to Joy who was now catching her breath. “Joy, are you alright? I’m so sorry. I promise this doesn’t happen that often.”

“Wh-what d-did I just s-see?” Joy asked, clearly still rattled.

“Those,” Melodie opened the door, pointing to the small, furry creatures running down the hallway, “are squirrels.”

Joy slowly moved to Melodie’s side, cocking her head, “Squirrels? We have a squirrel infestation?”

“Oh… no, it’s not an infestation,” Melodie’s voice was calm and steady, trying to calm Joy. “Those squirrels… and that beaver… are Bear Hugger’s pets.”

“Umm,” Joy squinted her eyes in puzzlement, “is the beaver dragging something?”

Glancing down the hallway, Melodie’s eyes widened as her head followed a bouncing box down the hall. “Crap! Come on, Joy. I might need a hand.”

Melodie takes off and Joy quickly follows, “Is that a… boombox?”

“Not just any boombox,” Melodie answered. “It’s Disco Kid’s boombox. Now, hurry! Catch that beaver!”

To Be Continued

[narahalara]

UnfilteredWine Drinking Talk

Hello I just drank some red wine which is code for I am a lightweight and only drinks like a classy bitch and I am in the mood to write about my final journal entry to 2019 so here we go brace yourself future Narah this is gonna be a long one and your eyes keep blinking a lot and youre kinda sleepy but in the mood to write and some modern spotify music is playing right now so this is legit spilled ink cause i do not know what I writing and im not gonna sensor anything okie here we go

Dear 2019

God where do I begin, Thank you. You have done my well honestly. i know 2017 and 2018 was not easy for me. It was a long hard road a self destruction and pain and tears and fighting myself and going through many battles. But I have healed, and I finally realized I deserve happiness.Thank you for teaching me to slow down and enjoy life. TO take risks even if I might totally fuck up and regret it. Thanks for helping me to slowly find my love for learning my love for health my love for exercising for playing music for writing again. Thank you for pushing me to do things I have not done before like pilates kickboxing lifting play the drums fucking around with strangers doing what I love and not care what others think anymore. thank you for helping me cut off the uneeded shit in my life. For making more room for trusting and praising God and less time complaining about that devil. Thank you for helping get the courage to get involved in health field related stuff. I got my first apt this year AND i LEARN TO cook I start to eat chicken now! so no more pesceratarian. I am pollo pesca now. but that names too long. I am happy I laughed more this year and did not cry so much. I had much fewer relapses. I went out more but enjoyed my own company I finished Jane the Virgin Friends The Office And many other netflix shows I started writing again and started writing more about things in my life and less about only one person. I officially got over Alec and don’t think at him at all or whatever anymore and you know I did because I wrote his name I didnt initial it here!! I started admiring someone to make me realize aw shit bruh I think I am not heart broken anymore then freaking out but then finally coming to terms with what I was truly feeling and being able to let it all go. His name was Ian. Haha I wrote his name too which proves I am over him too even if it was a really harmless crush or whatever. I learned to relove my independence again. I managed school, work, gyming and self care. My cystic acne has been defeated I just have to rid my scars and every now and then the hormonal flare. I WENT from being able to only arm curl 5 lbs to 17.5 lbs and went from not being able to squat even a barbell to squatting 45+35+35 just calcualte that LOl I BUlked to 118 and cut to 108 though holidayz made me gain weight but thats okie. I feel stronger physically, mentally, emotionally. I have felt peace I have never felt before and joy I have never experienced before. I learned and still am learning to work through the hard and difficult days where I FEEL tired, stressed, overwhelmed, lonely, sad for no reason or many reasons and trust me there are definintely those days But I know God gives my comfort beyond my understanding. I know 2019 was definetely a year of removing those bandages and learning to walk again and accepting that I was indeed healed and get used to knowing that I did not need crutches anymore. Dear God, thank you. I know you never fail me even though I fail you a lot. I pray everyday i grow closer to you and obey you. to trust you. to praise and glorify you. So Thank you for 2019. 2019, thank you for paving the road to 2020. I know there will always be challenges cause ive been having this tumblr since 2012 and i guaranteed you theres a rant every year where I want to give up and take my own life. But we go this. life is too short. but its also very long. Take every moment. dont rush it. Gratitude. Appreciate. Persevere. Have courage. Have faith. 2020 here we go .

[lunamagicablu]

Siano benedetti i Guaritori della Terra

Rendiamo grazie per tutti coloro che si sono mossi, nella loro vita, per guarire e proteggere la terra, nel piccolo e nel grande. Benedizioni sui compostatori, sui giardinieri, sugli allevatori di lombrichi e funghi, sui costruttori del suolo, su coloro che puliscono le acque e purificano l'aria, tutti coloro che ripuliscono i pasticci che altri hanno fatto....

Benedizioni su chi difende alberi e chi pianta alberi, chi custodisce le foreste e chi rinnova le foreste. Benedizioni a chi impara a curare le praterie e a rinnovare i ruscelli, a chi previene l'erosione, a chi ripristina il salmone e la pesca, a chi custodisce le erbe curative ea chi conosce la tradizione delle piante selvatiche...

Benedizioni a coloro che guariscono le città e le riportano in vita con entusiasmo, creatività e amore. Gratitudine e benedizioni a tutti coloro che si oppongono all'avidità, che rischiano se stessi, a coloro che hanno sanguinato e ferito e a coloro che hanno dato la vita al servizio della terra...

Possano tutti i guaritori della terra trovare la propria guarigione. Possano essere alimentati dall'amore appassionato per la terra. Possano conoscere la loro paura ma non essere fermati dalla paura. Possano sentire la loro rabbia e tuttavia non essere dominati dalla rabbia. Possano onorare il loro dolore ma non essere paralizzati dal dolore. Possano trasformare la paura, la rabbia e il dolore in compassione e ispirazione per agire al servizio di ciò che amano.

Possano trovare l'aiuto, le risorse, il coraggio, la fortuna, la forza, l'amore, la salute, la gioia di cui hanno bisogno per fare il lavoro. Possano essere nel posto giusto, al momento giusto, nel modo giusto. Possano portare in vita un grande risveglio, aprire un orecchio in ascolto per ascoltare la voce della terra, trasformare lo squilibrio in equilibrio, l'odio e l'avidità in Amore.

Siano benedetti i guaritori della terra....!!!

Starhawk

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Blessed be the Healers of the Earth

We give thanks for all those who are moved, in their lives, to heal and protect the earth, in small ways and in large. Blessings on the composters, the gardeners, the breeders of worms and mushrooms, the soil-builders, those who cleanse the waters and purify the air, all those who clean up the messes others have made....

Blessings on those who defend trees and who plant trees, who guard the forests and who renew the forests. Blessings on those who learn to heal the grasslands and renew the streams, on those who prevent erosion, who restore the salmon and the fisheries, who guard the healing herbs and who know the lore of the wild plants......

Blessings on those who heal the cities and bring them alive again with excitement and creativity and love. Gratitude and blessings to all who stand against greed, who risk themselves, to those who have bled and been wounded, and to those who have given their lives in service of the earth.....

May all the healers of the earth find their own healing. May they be fueled by passionate love for the earth. May they know their fear but not be stopped by fear. May they feel their anger and yet not be ruled by rage. May they honor their grief but not be paralyzed by sorrow. May they transform fear, rage, and grief into compassion and the inspiration to act in service of what they love.

May they find the help, the resources, the courage, the luck, the strength, the love, the health, the joy that they need to do the work. May they be in the right place, at the right time, in the right way. May they bring alive a great awakening, open a listening ear to hear the earth's voice, transform imbalance to balance, hate and greed to Love. Blessed be the healers of the earth....!!!

Starhawk

[the-bejeesus]

One Piece Birthdays: Honorable Mentions

     One Piece has hundreds of characters, and over the past year I’ve celebrated the birthdays of only about a few hundred or so of them. So I’d like to take the time to mention every One Piece character without a birthday. Some don’t have birthdays because they’ve debuted too recently, some have no birthdays because they have been forgotten. Some have no birthdays because we haven’t gotten to that yet, even though they’ve existed for a long time and we remember them. To start off with, I will mention every character that exists within the canon that have names. Some you’ll remember. Some you won’t recognize, but if I showed you a picture of them you’d be like “Oh yeah that guy”. And then some of them you won’t have any recollection of, and I can’t blame you for it. Today, we will honor your memories, and hope that one day, Eiichiro Oda gives you a birthday.

Abdullah

Acilia

Adele

Aggie 68

Agotogi

Agsilly

Agyo

Ahho Desunen IX

Ahho Zurako

Akumai

Ally

Anjo

Antonio

Aremo Ganmi

Tsumegeri Guards (Hyota, Brahm, Arrow, and Barrel)

Arthur

Asahija

Aswa

Attach

Bacura

Baggaley

Banchi

Banchina

Banshee

Gyoro, Nin, and Bao

Bariete

Barry

Basilisk

Bastille

Batchee

Baxcon

Beer VI

Belo Betty

Belladonna

Bellett

Bian

Bimine

Biyo

Blackback

Blue Fan

Bobbin

Bobby Funk

Bobomba

Bogard

Bomba

Super Spot-Billed Duck Squad (Stomp, Ivan X, Cowboy, Bourbon Jr., Kentauros, Hikoichi, and Eyelashes)

Braham

Brew

Brocca

Broyé

Buche

Buhichuck

Bunny Joe

Bushon

Busshiri

Byron

Camel

Cancer

Cands

Capone Pez

Carne

Catacombo

Chabo

Chao

Charlotte Amande

Charlotte Anglais

Charlotte Basskarte

Charlotte Bavarois

Charlotte Brownie

Charlotte Cadenza

Charlotte Cabalatta

Charlotte Cinnamon

Charlotte Citron

Charlotte Compote

Charlotte Counter

Charlotte Dolce

Charlotte Dragée

Charlotte Dosmarche

Charlotte Gala

Charlotte Galette

Charlotte Joconde

Charlotte Moscato

Charlotte Myukuru

Charlotte Nusstorte

Charlotte Opera

Charlotte Poire

Charlotte Raisin

Charlotte Snack

Charlotte Yuen

Chess

Chesskipa

Chichilisia

Chicken

Chocolat

Choi

Chuchun

Clione

Cocoa

Cocox

Colscon

Columbus

Cornelia

Cosmo

Cotton

Custard

Dacquoise

Daddy Dee

Dagama

Daidalos

Daigin

Daikon

Damask

Diesel

Diez Barrels

Dogya

Domo-kun

Nnke-kun

Donovan

Donquixote Homing

Doran

Draw

Drip

Drug Peclo

Ducky Bree

Eddy

Edward Weevil

Eiri

Egana

Eggplant Soldier

Elizabello II

Erik

Farafra

Farul

Faust

Fen Bock

Fillonce

Fishbonen

Flapper

Forliewbs

Fullbody

Gaburu

Gambia

Ganryu

Gatz

Galaxy

Galley

Gancho

Gatherine

Genzo

George Black

Roche Tomson

George Mach

Gerth

Giberson

Gimlet

Gina

Ginrummy

Gion

Glove

Gode

Going Merry

Goldberg

Goldfish Princess

Goo

Gotti

Grabar

Gram

Great Michael

Gyaro

Gyoru

Hack (Human)

Hakowan

Ham Burger

Hangan

Hanger

Happa Yamao

Happygun

Harisenbon

Haritsu Kendiyo

Heat

Heppoko

Hera

Herb

Hewitt

Hideo Usaguchi

High-Fat

Hihimaru

Hildon

Hiramera

Ho

Hocha

Hocker

Michael

Hoichael

Hotori

Kotori

Hublot

Humphrey

Hustle

Medaka Mermaid Quintuplets (Ichika, Nika, Sanka, Yonka, and Yonko Two)

Ichiro Kmaguchi

Ideaman

Ideo

Ikkaku

Im

Inhel

Inuppe

Ippon-Matsu

Isa

Ishigo Shitemanna

Isuka

Jarl

Jean Ango

Jeet

Jew Wall

Jigoro

Jigra

Jobo

John

Jorge

Jorl

Joy Boy

Judy

Julius

Junan

Kabu

Kagiko

Kairen

Kairiken

Kakukaku

Kaneshiro

Kanezenny

Kanten

Kappa

Karusu

Kasa

Kasagoba

Kebi

Kechatch

Kelly Funk

Kibagaeru

Kibin

Kiev

Kiku

Kikyo

Kimel

King Baum

Kinga

Shodai Ktetsu

Nidai Kitetsu

Sandai Kitetsu

Kitton

Komachiyo

Komane

Konbu

Koda

Kop

Koshiro

Kotatsu

Koze

Packy

Kozuki Momonosuke

Kozuki Oden

Kukai

Kumadori Yamanbako

Kuromarimo

Kurotsuru

Kurozomi Orochi

Kyuji

Kyukyu

Lady Tree

Lami

Laskey

Lassoo

Laurin

Leonero

Lily

Lindbergh

Lines

Lionbuta

Lip Doughty

Loki

Louis Arnote

Lulis

Macro (Automaton)

Maidy

Makko

Mani

Manjaro

Margarita

Maria Napole

Marie

Marilyn

Marin

Mario

Marnier

Marumieta

Mashikaku

Masked Deuce

Master of the Waters

Mauji

Mayushika

McKinley

Meadows

Mero

Mihar

Mikio Itoo

Milky

Minatomo

Minoruba

Miss Catherina

Paula

Mr. 13

Miss Friday

Miss Merry Christmas

Miss Monday

Miss Mother's Day

Miss Saturday

Miss Thursday

Miss Tuesday

Kinderella

Mizuira

Mizuta Madaisuki

Mizuta Mawaritosuki

Donquixote Mjosgard

Mobile

MocDonald

Mocha

Mochi

Monji

Monstar

Moodie

Morley

Mornin

Mororon

Motzel

Mounblutain

Mountain Ricky

Moyle

Mozambia

Mr. 4

Mr. 6

Mr. 7

Mr. 9

Mr. 10

Mr. 11

Mr. 12

Mr. Beans

Mr. Love

Mr. Mellow

Mr. Shimizu

Mukkashimi Tower

Mummy

Mummy Mee

Muret

Nako

Napoleon

Natto

Titi

Negikuma Maria

Nerine

Nezumi

Nigeratta

Ninjin

Ninth

Nitro

Noble Croc

Charlotte Noisette

Nora Gitsune

Nosgarl

Nubon

Nugire Yainu

O-Tama

Octopus Mash

Okame

Okome

Oran

Ossamondo

Outlook III

Pagaya

Pandawoman

Pandora

Pansy

Pantri

Papaneel

Pascia

Patty

Pavlik

Pearl

Pekkori

Pellini

Peppoko

Piiman

Pinkbeard

Pinnacle

Pisaro

Poppoko

Poppy

Poro

Potsun

Pound

Prometheus

Pudding Pudding

Puppu

PX-1

PX-4

PX-5

PX-7

Queen Mama Chanter

Rabiyan

Raccoon

Raideen

Rampo

Randolph

Reforte

Reuder

Rint

Ripper

Risky Brothers

Risky Brothers (zombies)

Rivers

Road

Robson

Roche

Yeti Cool Brothers (Rock, Scotch)

Roddy

Roji

Rokkaku

Rolling Logan

Roshio

Ross

Run

Rush

Russian

Saber

Saint-Marc

Sam

Samurai Batts

Sancrin

Sapi

Sarfunkel

Saru

Schollzo

Scissors

Scopper Gaban

Scotch

Seagull

Seamars

Seira

Shanba

Shandia Chief

Sharinguru

Sheepshead

Shine

Shion

Shioyaki

Shoujou

Shu

Sicilian

Sicily

Sind

Skull

Sleepy

Smiley

Smooge

Sonieh

Sora

Soro

Spartan

Spector

Sphinx

Stainless

Stalker

Stansen

Stefan

Stevie

Stool

Suleiman

Tablet

Tacos

Take

Tama

Tamachibi

Tamagon

Tamanegi

Tank Lepanto

Tansui

Tararan

Terry

Terry Gilteo

Teru

Thalassa Lucas

Tibany

Tokikake

Tomato Gang

Tristan

Turco

Uholisia

Ukkari

Ultraking

Umit

Unforgivable Mask

Uni

Unigaro

Usagihebi

Uzu

Victoria Cindry

Vitan

Vito

Wallace

Wallem

Wany

Warashi

Wellington

Wicca

Willie Gallon

Wire

Yamenahare

Yarisugi

Yokozuna

Yomo

Yoshimoto

Yotsubane

Yu

Yuki

Yukichi Skull

Yurikah

Zadie

Zepo

Zeus

Zodia

Zucca

Zuccotto

Zunesha

    I used the names that they are given on the wiki, as opposed to their Official English names, if they even have one. I did this so that you can simply search their names on the One Piece Wiki and learn about them, if any interest you. However, a couple of them are so obscure that they don’t even have their own pages, in which case you will only be able to fine them here.

  Next we will honor all non-canon characters. These characters appeared in filler, movies, specials, OVAs, one-shots, video games, or any other material that was officially made but not part of the manga. These characters are gaurunteed to never get a birthday, and that is a curse they bear. Now some non-canon characters, such as Gion and Tokikake, debut in non-canon and then later appear in canon, making them canon characters, and thus giving them a chance to have a birthday. However, this is such a rare case, that I wouldn’t count on it, especially for non-canon characters that debuted years ago.

A A A

Abi

Accino

Ain

Akibi

Akihiro

Akisu

Alan

Alba

All-Hunt Grount

Alpacacino

Amanda

Anaguma

Ann

Ann

Ant De Bonham

Aobire

Apis

Arbell

Atoli

Aunt

Aveyron

Ayako

Baccarat

Bad One Gracie

Bald Parrot

Balloon

Balong

Banban

Bandsman

Banzai

Barbarossa

Basil

Bayan

Bear King

Biera

Bigalo

Bildy

Bill

Billy (Dandit)

Billy (Cook)

Billy (Pirate)

Binz

Bismarck

Bit

Blyue

Bobby

Bobrad

Bokuden

Bolam

Bolt

Bonbon

Bonbori

Bonney (Non-cannon)

Boo Jack

Boo Kong

Borodo

Boss

Bravo

Brief

Brindo

Butler

Buzz

Byojack

Brynndi World

Bürst

Camael

Campacino

Camus

Carina

Carmen

Carol Masterson

Cello

Chameleone

Chavez

Chip

Chiqicheetah

Coe

Corto

Count Times

Curve

D.R.

Daddy Masterson

Danny

Deacon

Denny

Desire

Dias

Dice

Dick

Din

Dip

DJ Gappa

Dojaku

Donny

Dontacos

Doom Guardian

Doran (Filler)

Double Down

Drake (Filler)

Drayke

Eccoli

Ed

El Drago

Elizabeth

Emeraude

Eric

Eric Dow

Evil Guardian

Evil Master Beast

Fabre

Flip

Flora

Gaburi

Gad

Gairam

Galley

Gally

Ganzack

Ganzo

Gari

Garride

Gasparde

Gild Tesoro

Girarin

Glove

Golass

Gonzo

Governor

Gowns Brothers

Graydle

Guyle

Hakuto

Halsey

Hamu

Hardy

Harry (Fishman)

Harry (Human)

Heaby

Helsing

Henna Oyag

Henzo

Herring

Hey

Hitaki

Hitokui

Hockera

Holy

Homey

Honey Queen

Honki

Hotdog

Houmy

Ian

Isoka

Izaya

Jessica

Jimmy Myers

Jiro

Joke

Jonathon

Jose

Jotto

Jube

Kaabo

Kamonegi

Kansho

Karasuke

Kau Ra Kau

Kent Beef Jr.

Kerodeek

Kerojii

Keroko

Keroshot

Khorosho

Kukuhime

Killer Giant

Kimmel

Kinoconda

Kiruko

Koba K

Kobato

Kodama

Komei

Kotetsu

Lacos

Lago

Lake

Lambor Bukini

Largo

Lark

LeMay

Leo (Filler)

Lepre

Lil

Lily Carnation

Lily Enstomach

Lina

Livia

Lola

Long Long

Luigia

Lytton

Maccus

Mad Treasure

Maji

Mao

Marc

Marin

Marley Brothers

Mashikaku

Maya

Medaka

Makao

Mendo

Meroie

Meryl

Milia

Minchey

Misutta

Mitsuboshi

Mobambi

Mobston

Moore

Moray Eel Brothers

Morkin

Muchigoro

Musatobi

Musshuru

Myskina Acier

Myskina Olga

Naguri

Naomi Drunk

Narcie

Needless

Neiro

Nelson Royale

Nightin

Niphtal

Noir

Noko

Nukky

Nuru

Odama

Olive

Omatsuri

Otsu

Panz Fry

Parrot DJ

Pato

Patrick Redfield

Pesca

Peseta

Pin Joker

Plesiosaur

Pochi

Pogo

Popo

Pokke

Popola

Pork

Prodi

Psycho P

Puggy

Pukau

Purin

Puzzle

Race

Raise Max

Randolph (Non-Canon)

Raoul

Rapanui Pasqua

Rasa

Ratchet

Reika

Rice Rice

Rikka

Rittonto

Roba

Rocky Hattari

Rokai

Rongo

Rosario

Rubis

Ryu

Ryudo

Ryuji

Saga

Saki

Saichow

Saphir

Sayo

Schneider

Scorpion

Sealed

Sebastian

Shepherd

Shichiseiken

Shimoi Zappa

Sho

Shuraiya Bascùd

Shutai

Shuzo

Silk

Silver-Silver

Simon

Skid

Skullface

Skunk One

Smash

Soran

Spiel

Stansen (Filler)

Stella

Straight

Suita

Sutton

Tajio

Tambu

Tanaka

Tatsu

Tay

Tempo

Tobio

Tohenbok

Toma

Toratsugu

Troff

Tsubaki

Usanksai

Vigaro

Vivi-yan

Wadatsumi (Game)

Wetton

Whitejack

Wild Joe

Wilder

Willy (Fishman)

Woonan

Yadoya

Yami

Yoko

Yoko (Water 7)

Yukimura

Yuta

Yuya

Z

Zaba

Zabai

Zap

Zau Ra Zau

Zenny

Zomino

    Lastly, I want to honor all characters, canon and non-canon, with no names. The majority of these characters are just extras that only appeared in one panel or shot. But there’s a couple that are actually memorable, such as that one guy that was in Spandine’s group, or the masked CP-0 members. Some of these people can actually get names eventually. For example, Don Quixote Mjosgard was a nameless character for the longest time, until in the Reverie he became important and was given a name. I cannot list these nameless characters, as they have no names, but I do still want to honor them, and hope that one day they will be given names and have birthdays.

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1. ENGLISH/ 2. DEUTSCH (s.u.)/ 3. ESPAÑOL (ver más adelante)/ 4. БЪЛГАРСКИ (вж. по-долу) 1. New Personal Best record for our friend and client Iliyan Tenchev. Here is what he shared with us about his big fishing success: "I caught a walleye of 6 kg (13.2 lbs) on a Realwobbler Retro Red Head crankbait. It bit a few minutes before it got dark. It pulled really strong. I also had a second bite; it shook twice and it came off. I suppose that it was another walleye. I'm really happy; big joy! I improved my PB for this species! 😃" See a short video about taking the walleye out of the water on our next post! 2. Neues Personal Best für unseren Freund und Kunden Iliyan Tenchev. Das hat er uns über seinen großen Angelerfolg erzählt: "Ich habe einen Zander von 6 kg auf Wobbler Realwobbler Retro Red Head gefangen. Er biss einige Minuten, bevor es dunkel wird. Er zog sehr stark. Ich hatte auch einen zweiten Biss, er schüttelte zwei mal, aber ich habe ihn verloren. Ich denke, es war ein anderer Zander. Ich bin super glücklich, es war mir eine riesige Freude! Ich habe meinen PB für diese Spezies verbessert! 😃" Sieh Dir ein kurzes Video über Iliyan's Fang in unseren nächten Beitrag an!

3. Nuevo récord personal para nuestro amigo y cliente Iliyan Tenchev. Esto es lo que compartió el con nosotros sobre su gran éxito de pesca: "Capturé una lucioperca de 6 kg al crankbait Retro Red Head de Realwobbler. Picó minutos antes de que oscureciera. Tiró muy fuerte. También tuve una segunda picada, pero se escapó. Supongo que fue otra lucioperca. ¡Estoy realmente feliz, fue gran alegría! ¡Mejoré mi récord personal para esta especie! 😃" ¡Vea un breve vídeo sobre la captura de Iliyan en nuestra próxima publicación!   4. Нов личен рекорд за нашия приятел и клиент Илиян Тенчев - Iliyan Tenchev - от Любимец! Ето какво сподели той за голямата си слука: "Улових бяла риба 6 кг на червеноглав воблер Realwobbler! Удари минути преди да се стъмни. Доста сериозно дърпаше. Имах и втори удар, но се откачи. Тръсна два пъти и се откачи. Предполагам, че пак беше бяла. Много съм щастлив, голяма радост беше! Подобрих личния си рекорд за този вид риба! 😃" Виж и кратко видео за изваждането на рибата в следващия ни пост!

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La Fiesta de las 24 Hs de la Corvina Negra ya esta en Marcha… – Club Cazadores de Tres Arroyos, toda la info en Shop de Pesca http://www.shopdepesca.com.ar/notas/la-fiesta-de-las-24-hs-de-la-corvina-negra-ya-esta-en-marcha-club-cazadores-de-tres-arroyos-toda-la-info-en-as/ Como siempre la Fiesta mas Grande, con mas premios para los pescadores, ya tiene fecha... La 59º Edición de las 24 Horas de la Corvina Negra, organizada por el Club Cazadores Tres Arroyos, en esta oportunidad como en años anteriores, tendrá espectaculares premios, entre ellos 7 vehícluos 0 km. con un total que supera los 80 premios por más de $ 9.000.000.- distribuidos de la siguiente forma: 1 Pick-Up Chevrolet S-10 CD 2.8 TD 4 x 2 LS 0 Km., 1 Chevrolet Prisma Joy 4P 1.4 N LS MT 0 Km. y 2 Chevrolet Onix Joy 5P 1.4 N LS MT 0 Km. en concurso Corvinas con un total de 50 premios, 1 Chevrolet Prisma Joy 4P 1.4 N LS MT 0 Km. y 9 premios más para mayor peso en Variada, 1 Pick-Up Chevrolet S 10 C/D 2.8 TD 4 x 2 LS 0 Km. sorteo entre todos los participantes, 1 Chevrolet Onix Joy 5P 1.4 N LS MT 0 Km. y 14 premios más por pago anticipado, sortea entre los inscriptos hasta el 31-01-2020. Se destaca que los gastos de flete, formularios y patentamiento de los vehículos está a cargo del Club. #24hsdelacorvina #clubcazadores #fiestadelacorvinanegra #clubcazadorestresarroyos (en Shop de Pesca) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3rdk41niOe/?igshid=3xdyjwcy2dlg