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Long Weekend Destination Near Delhi In Summers

Hola.., why are you sitting like this buddy, Aren’t you excited ……? Now don’t tell me that you are not aware of what I am talking about, Buddy, this is one of my favourite parts of the year … .Abhi bhi nahi samjhe !!

It's SUMMER HOLIDAYS!!!!!!

The very first thing which hits your mind while thinking about summer is visiting grandparents’ home, but with this striking heat, it has become very difficult to step out, but don’t worry, here’s the solution to your major problem ……… You can pack your bags and visit any cold yet soothing place in the beautiful country of INDIA. India witnessed every weather that ever existed on our planet. And mark your presence at Best Resort in Jim Corbett and witness the magic of winters in freaking summers.

Planning a summer holiday that is both exciting and relaxing. If you’re looking forward to an ethereal destination that offers a perfect blend of thrill and beauty, Bellmont Cave (formerly known as Brys Caves) is the place to be prioritized on your checklist. Settled in the mysterious jungles of Jim Corbett, this Best 5-star Luxury Resort in Jim Corbett promises an unforgettable experience, especially when shared with your parents and grandparents.

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One of the best aspects of Belmont Cave, Best Jungle Safari Resort in Jim Corbett is its ability to cater to both adventure lovers and those seeking relaxation. The resort’s location in the heart of Jim Corbett means you’re surrounded by the rich flora and fauna of the region, offering ample opportunities for wildlife spotting and nature walks. Imagine waking up to the sounds of birds chirping and stepping out to a breathtaking view of the jungle.

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Spending your holiday with your grandparents at Best Family Resort in Jim Corbett is an experience like no other. The serene environment and the plethora of activities available make it an ideal place to create cherished memories. Here are some of the best ways to spend your time:

1. Morning Nature Walks at a luxury resort in Jim Corbett

Start your day with a refreshing nature walk through the jungle. The resort organises guided tours where you can learn about the local wildlife and plants. It’s a fantastic way to bond with your grandparents while enjoying the beauty of nature.

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No trip to Jim Corbett is complete without a wildlife safari. Bellmont Cave arranges safaris where you can explore the rich biodiversity of the area. Spotting a tiger or an elephant in their natural habitat is an exhilarating experience that your grandparents will love.

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You may be away from your home, but Belmont Caves never fails to make you feel at home, after a whole day of tiredness, the resort offers you the best and premium quality nature-based oil and cream’s spa and massage. Offering a range of therapies and treatments, the spa ensures that you and your grandparents feel rejuvenated and pampered.

4. Cultural Evenings

Experience the local culture with the resort’s cultural evenings. Enjoy traditional dance and music performances that showcase the heritage of the region. These evenings are a delightful way to spend time together, learning and appreciating the local traditions.

5. Indoor Games and Activities

For those lazy afternoons, the resort offers a variety of indoor games and activities. Whether it’s playing a board game or participating in a craft session, there’s plenty to keep everyone entertained.

6. Gourmet Dining

One of the highlights of Best Luxury Resort in Jim Corbett , Bellmont Cave is its gourmet dining experience. The resort’s restaurant offers a wide range of cuisines, prepared with fresh, local ingredients. Enjoying a delicious meal with your grandparents, surrounded by the stunning views of the jungle, is truly special.

7. Swimming and Poolside Relaxation

Take a dip in the resort’s swimming pool or relax by the poolside. The pool area is beautifully designed, offering a perfect spot to unwind and enjoy the warm summer days.

Making the Most of Your Stay at Best 5 Star Resort In Jim Corbett

To ensure you have the best possible experience, here are some tips:

Book Early: Bellmont Cave is a popular destination, so make sure to book your stay well in advance.

Pack Accordingly: Given the jungle setting, pack comfortable clothing, sunscreen, and insect repellent.

Stay Hydrated: The summer heat can be intense, so keep yourself and your grandparents hydrated.

Capture the Moments: Don’t forget to take lots of photos to capture the wonderful moments spent together.

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bellmontcaves · 3 months

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Long Weekend Destination Near Delhi In Summers

It's SUMMER HOLIDAYS!!!!!!

A Unique Resort Experience

The Perfect Blend of Adventure and Relaxation

Quality Time with Grandparents in the Best Family Resort in Jim Corbett

1. Morning Nature Walks at a luxury resort in Jim Corbett

2. Wildlife Safari in the best resort in Jim Corbett

3. Relaxing Spa Sessions at the best 5-star luxury resort in Jim Corbett

4. Cultural Evenings

5. Indoor Games and Activities

6. Gourmet Dining

7. Swimming and Poolside Relaxation

Take a dip in the resort’s swimming pool or relax by the poolside. The pool area is beautifully designed, offering a perfect spot to unwind and enjoy the warm summer days.

Making the Most of Your Stay at Best 5 Star Resort In Jim Corbett

To ensure you have the best possible experience, here are some tips:

Book Early: Bellmont Cave is a popular destination, so make sure to book your stay well in advance.

Pack Accordingly: Given the jungle setting, pack comfortable clothing, sunscreen, and insect repellent.

Stay Hydrated: The summer heat can be intense, so keep yourself and your grandparents hydrated.

Capture the Moments: Don’t forget to take lots of photos to capture the wonderful moments spent together.

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all-my-friends-were-glorious · 3 years

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FAUNA PAISLEY MCCORMICK

The Walking Wikipedia

"There is much pleasure to be gained from useless knowledge." - Bertrand Russell

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Fauna Paisley McCormick

Nicknames: Faun, Faun-Faun, Baby Girl (Kevin Exclusive), Darlin’, Angelface, Angelcakes

Faceclaim: G. Hannelius

Age: 6

Gender: Cis Female

Sexuality: Unsure

Height: 3′7″

Weight: 58lbs

Birthday: May 21st

Sign: Gemini

Occupation: Unemployed, Elementary School Student

SHOE

For Fauna’s fifth birthday, Kevin promised her a pony, and she chose Shoe. He can be a grumpy young man with men, and dislikes it when Kevin has to shoe and care for him. Kevin has gotten his fair share of attempted kicks, bites, and headbutts, as well as having been stepped on. Shoe loves Fauna to pieces, though, and is always fine with women. All of his stable-mates are male, except for Ringa, who doesn’t have any defining sex characteristics. Kevin chose this specifically so there would be no babies, because he doesn’t know how to handle that.

QUICK FACTS

Fauna is the youngest daughter of Kevin and Christie McCormick, and the younger sister to Gil. Stuart and Carol are his grandparents, Kenny is his uncle, and Karen is his aunt. Firkle is a mother figure in her life and she considers him to be her real mother; Eventually he does adopt her and Gil. She is the older half-sister to Colt and Delta.

Because Firkle is like a mother to her, Firkle’s other children not by Kevin are her siblings/cousins and are treated as such. She adores Michael to pieces and treats him like he’s another father, even if Kevin insists on calling him otherwise. Eventually, he gives up, as she will not be dissuaded.

Fauna’s birthday is National Memo Day, and she will not let anyone forget it. On her birthday, her favorite things to ask for is Shoe-related merch, horse-related things, and notebooks/memo pads/sticky notes. The uses them for all kinds of things, even if they don’t always make sense.

When her father asked a four-year-old Fauna what her favorite Chinpokomon was, the talkative child told him Shoe as a joke. Then, he started buying her Shoe-related things, and she grew to actually love the monster, too. Shoe is also the name of her Pony of the Americas.

Fauna does not experience the same abuse that Gil does from their biological mother, but she does get treated like any little thing is going to “make her wrong.” Christie has also openly referred to her as their “Second Try” baby.

Fauna wants so badly to be accepted that sometimes she does things she shouldn’t. A lot of the time, Firkle is able to help more than Kevin and his overprotective parenting.

Fauna loves her family but purposefully leaves her biological mother out of that group. She’s seen what that woman does to her father and brother and she doesn’t want anything to do with her.

While she is still learning R’lyehian, she is fairly good at it for a child. Firkle and Gil are helping her with her pronunciation. She enjoys it most when Edgar helps, however.

She has a huge sweet tooth and is always ready to eat sugar. She dislikes anything bitter, and only likes sour things if it’s gummy octopuses. She insists that gummy octopuses taste different (and better) than any other sour gummy treat. She will not accept anything less, and will eat all the legs off first. Sour gummy spiders MIGHT be okay, if she’s feeling generous.

Fauna has not yet fully received her gift, and she is incredibly excited for the day it happens. She hopes her familiar is fun and cool.

Headcanons Masterlist

TAGS LIST

Everything Was Warm And Everyone Was Love (Fauna McCormick)

Blue Skadoo We Can Too! (Fauna Musings)

The Stars Will Be There When You Wake (Fauna Aesthetic)

We Like Pigtails A Ponytail On Each Side (Fauna Closet)

I See Things That Nobod Else Sees (Fauna Headcanons)

Oh I Made Friends With The Walls! (Fauna Journal Entries)

It's Shoe It's Shoe! (Shoe)

VERSES

TBD

MAINS AND SHIPS

MAINS

@nxwkid - - Douchebag/New Kid/Alex - Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall (Fauna and Alex - Nxwkid)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Michael - You're Renowned You're Profound You're Alive And You're Strong (Fauna and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Henrietta - Flamingo You’re Pretty Either Way (Fauna and Henrietta - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Asher - I Will Follow (Fauna and Asher - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Celina - There’s Magic In My Bones (Fauna and Celina - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Annie - Wow Fauna Your Dad Lets You Have Three Moms??? (Fauna and Annie - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@throughxthexmist - Kenny - It's All Here In The Princess Book Of Etiquette (Fauna and Kenny - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist - Stan - He’s Like A Sad Puppy Give Him Pets (Fauna and Stan - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist - Craig - If You Can’t Trust SuperCraig Who Can You Trust (Fauna and Craig - ThroughxThexMist)

Here - Kevin - Dream Sweet In Sea Major (Kevin and Fauna)

Here - Firkle - Are You My Mama? (Firkle and Fauna)

Here - Gil - I’d Promise You The Stars In Your Eyes (Gil and Fauna)

Here - Georgi - I Finally Have An Uncle! (Georgi and Fauna)

Here - Aster - Where You Lead (Fauna and Aster)

Here - Karen - We Can Be Princesses If You Want To (Fauna and Karen)

Here - Stuart - I Don’t Like You I Am Now Going To Bark At You (Fauna and Stuart)

Here - Carol - Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer And I’m Waging War On Santa (Fauna and Carol)

Here - Christie - Perfect Child V2 (Fauna and Christie)

SHIPS

N/A

#Everything Was Warm And Everyone Was Love (Fauna McCormick)#Blue Skadoo We Can Too! (Fauna Musings)#The Stars Will Be There When You Wake (Fauna Aesthetic)#We Like Pigtails A Ponytail On Each Side (Fauna Closet)#I See Things That Nobody Else Sees (Fauna Headcanons)#Oh I Made Friends With The Walls! (Fauna Journal Entries)#It’s Shoe It’s Shoe! (Shoe)#Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall (Fauna and Alex - Nxwkid)#You're Renowned You're Profound You're Alive And You're Strong (Fauna and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#Flamingo You’re Pretty Either Way (Fauna and Henrietta - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#I Will Follow (Fauna and Asher - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#There’s Magic In My Bones (Fauna and Celina - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#Wow Fauna Your Dad Lets You Have Three Moms??? (Fauna and Annie - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#It's All Here In The Princess Book Of Etiquette (Fauna and Kenny - ThroughxThexMist)#He’s Like A Sad Puppy Give Him Pets (Fauna and Stan - ThroughxThexMist)#If You Can’t Trust SuperCraig Who Can You Trust (Fauna and Craig - ThroughxThexMist)#Dream Sweet In Sea Major (Kevin and Fauna)#Are You My Mama? (Firkle and Fauna)#I’d Promise You The Stars In Your Eyes (Gil and Fauna)#I Finally Have An Uncle! (Georgi and Fauna)#Where You Lead (Fauna and Aster)#We Can Be Princesses If You Want To (Fauna and Karen)#I Don’t Like You I Am Now Going To Bark At You (Fauna and Stuart)#Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer And I’m Waging War On Santa (Fauna and Carol)#Perfect Child V2 (Fauna and Christie)

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internalsealpanic · 3 years

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- 🔺:)

Since you put so many stars I'm gonna do a bunch of scenes from the fic

(for this ask game)

It was easiest to just tell Tim all the facts rather than rely on the goodwill you've built in 3 years to persuade him.

I was actually pretty stuck on how to write this fic. I knew I wanted to write Tim and Reader urban exploring for a really long time and this is actually the specific kind of fic I've been dying to write awhile now. Hilariously enough what jumpstarted the entire fic was your manipulation HCs. I freaking loved them and it made me want to write Reader trying to manipulate Tim. I like Reader characters with very gray moral lines or a very necessity based moral compass. I think this kind of reader really fits into the setting but they're slowly getting corrupted by Tim *cackles*

People say it was an abomination (An unidentifiable, Tim corrected but you still think abomination captured the appropriate dramatic for that.)

This part I actually kind of like because this series gives me so much opportunity to fuck around with diction and vernacular of people from not only different classes but also different geographical backgrounds. Tim and Reader were written specifically so I could explore this weird effect of having education not be completely available to the public. Reader's perspective on these creatures is less clinical which has them rely upon superstition and folklore to interpret what is in front of them while Tim who gets more accurate information or gets a less dispersed version.

You highly doubt Bludhaven was in any shape to contain whatever it is ravaging sector 4-D. After all, it wasn't in any better shape than Gotham was at the moment. You doubt it's ever been in better shape. They're like two cities constantly caught in this vortex of awfulness, looking at each other from two different sides thinking 'poor bastards'.

I am not 100% certain of the canonical relationship between Gothamites and People in Bludhaven but this just sounds funny.

Sector 4-D was an easy hunting ground where young scavengers got their feet wet before they could move on.

I like the idea of more reputable guilds in the world forcefully partnering up scavenger veterans with youngins to make sure they can safely learn the ropes and not die immediately. The starting age varies wildly per organization but the oldest starting is 17 and the youngest is 12. This is at least what the records say. It's easy enough to lie when record-keeping is shit.

Appealing to the guy's sense of responsibility was kind of cheating

Small nod to Tim's motivation to become Robin :)

A building full of books and most importantly, medical textbooks.

Not a lot of books or even research material survived the nearly century-long span between the start of the pandemic and the present day. This was mostly due to people trying to take care of things on their own (setting fire to each other) and general distrust towards authority figures. This is me ranting about current state of affairs.

You try to push down the number of zeroes the man had shown you as you zip past a rusted sign.

There is currency in this world but it's decentralized and useless unless you're A) in Gotham and B) hoping to use it when bargaining with the government. Reader is hoping to use the money for something however it sadly won't help with daily expenses.

Besides, all the other people who won't stab you after cashing in the reward probably don't know half as many words as Tim so you'll definitely need him to get the right books.

My failed attempt at subtly nodding to Reader's illiteracy.

You stare at the rows of cars before you. They're overrun with weeds and vines and rust. A stark reminder that your Gotham is just a fraction of what it had been. You stop your bike in front of a taxi with a faded yellow body.

Reason I like post-apocalypse aus: ruined cities. I live the aesthetic of old abandoned buildings as nature starts to reclaim.

At least not when you checked but you really don't wanna gamble your Scavenger's license on clerical errors by either of your guilds.

I have so many stupid notes on this one occupation

Tim steps out of the sidecar, careful not to jostle Basil in his bag. You want to point out that you should probably wake the cat up otherwise you were wasting food on him but you knew better than to expect cooperation from Tim's furball from hell.

No commentary I just love Basil.

“The one that involves the least aliens.” You pause, narrowing your eyes at Tim whose hand is currently being eaten by his cat. “Or alien adjacent things.”

I was half tempted to prove reader wrong.

Grade A my ass, you think staring at the furball nipping at his knuckles.

The cats given to guild members have different rankings based on how capable they are in detecting and attacking/hunting the creatures. Grade A is supposed to be top of the line. Reader thinks Tim's been scammed.

“Maybe,” you tilt your head, “or maybe the people from before were just idiots.”

I am describing myself.

The skittering voices rise like the fluttering of locust wings.

[The scene where the monster appears]

Absolutely freaking love this scene because I am a huge fan of body horror and I started off writing horror. I had to look up just the right words to describe the vibe I got from Mask Face in Spirited Away. I wanted to creep people out as much as Tim and Reader were creeped out. I also wanted to make the disease's effects more monstrous so that the mythological stuff it inspires sounds more plausible. This creature is likely to reappear.

You splay a hand on Tim’s chest, pushing him back lightly.

Brain screamed: protective gesture.

It blinks at you.

It. Blinks. At. *You.*

Due to the mostly nocturnal nature of the infected fauna, most of them are blind, so this development is horrifying. It's like when Texas Chainsaw Massacre set its horrors in the daylight. They've now been robbed of another safety measure.

"For the record, I hate your plans." You say, gagging.

"What was yours?" Tim fires back, dusting his hair.

"..."

"Just what I thought."

I love sassy Tim :)

Tim doesn't respond.

You pull your hand away and it’s slick with blood.

*Cackles*

#here is my essay

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akimbohimbo · 6 years

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haven’t done this in awhile

Issa tag meme, folks! I was tagged by the insufferable @laffayete to do a thing :) (don’t worry i know her irl im allowed to say that)

This is gonna be hella long so I apologize in advance :’)

1. What’s the smell of your shampoo?

bold of u to assume i ever wash my hair

OFF TO A GREAT START, YEEHAW Y’ALL

jk but i guess i will NEVER know because my mom doesn’t keep shampoo labels :’)

2. What’s your aesthetic?

things that relate to space (pulsars, quasars, the sun, planets)

nature (sunsets, the sky, forests, oceans)

minimalism (in terms of cinematography and posters)

i went to japan last summer and i would consider literally everything about it my aesthetic, especially with the way they organize things

music-related aesthetics

anything boujee in terms of fashion: trench coats, pea coats, leather jackets, suits, dresses, jumpsuits, literally anything that naomi smalls and manila luzon wear is right up my alley

the small of a woman’s back, collarbones, jawlines

anything intricately designed (music boxes)

flowers (orchids, daisies, sunflowers, tulips, roses)

just to name a few

3. What’s your favourite time of day?

i really like the hour right before a sunset. the clouds usually start to clear and the colours of the sky start to blend with each other. depending on the sunset, everything is temporarily red or blue, and even if it’s a particularly cloudy or rainy day, there’s a gentle light coming from up above that’s just very serene and relaxing.

i also really like being outside at 3am, albeit that seldom happens. the streets are very quiet, and there’s this sense of peace that floods over me. it’s like, for a moment, i don’t feel overwhelmed and everything is just. calm.

4. What do you like most about the beach?

i love the beach. if i’m being honest, i love the memories i have attached to the place more than the place itself. i’ve been to dozens of beaches around the world, which each have their fair share of beautiful physical attributes that one could potentially admire. some beaches have cliffs that tower over its surroundings, while others have turbulent waters that are filled with flora and fauna; some have soft, white sand and others have mouldable sand that can be used to play with.

5. What do you worry about constantly?

not doing enough in terms of academics, or friendships, or even just in terms of self-care. i also worry about my constant need to overthink and my hunger for spice in my life?? these days it hasn’t been hectic and it’s what i say i always want, but i hate being bored. i have an addiction to thrill, and that’s not healthy either. there is so much i want to do, but i keep delaying everything because i am afraid anything i do won’t be worthwhile. this is why my friends tell me i need to relax lmao :-)

6. What is a song you’ve cried to before?

i literally have playlists reserved for specific moods. i’m too lazy to write out a full playlist bc i put a lot of thought into them but these are the songs that immediately popped into my head that correlate to my current mood:

if i’m being honest by dodie

once you by jacob collier

quelqu’un m’a dit by carla bruni

i’ll cover you (reprise) from rent the musical

maybe from next to normal the musical

ocean wide, canyon deep by jacob collier

burned out by dodie

visions of gideon by sufjan stevens

chicago by sufjan stevens

let’s get lost by elliott smith

you & i by queen

somebody that i used to know by elliott smith

the predatory wasp of the palisades are out to get us! by sufjan stevens

dancing with a ghost by st. vincent

neu roses (transgressor’s song) by daniel caesar

just a few lmao i cry to a lot of songs

7. What are some relaxing tips for your followers?

take long walks and listen to some music. allow yourself to catch your breath when things are getting overwhelming and it feels like you can’t get a handle on anything. drink tea, maybe watch a sunset if you have the time. write, write, write your emotions out. watch some funny movies/comedy bits.

8. What are some things that make you tear up?

whenever my friends show me that they really do care for me and appreciate my existence??? the other day my friend got drunk and sent me a heartfelt text that said that they were grateful for me being there for them despite the fact that i have an overwhelming amount of shit to deal with on my own. it was at like 2am and i literally cried. i like being appreciated. also dogs. and when my friends send me memes that remind them of me. i also really love good music (more specifically, albums that feel complete). wholesome shit. and showing my friends that i appreciate their existence, too.

9. What is your favourite thing from each of the five senses?

sound: hearing my friends genuinely laugh. the sound of rain and its pitter patter onto a windowsill. orchestral music. guitar riffs. good cello playing. percussion (love me some good beats). jacob collier’s thought process as he says them out loud. IN-TUNE PIANOS. stradivarius violins. daniel caesar’s soft voice. duets. grainy recordings of jazz.

smell: oatmeal, chocolate chip cookies, fresh barbecue, food in general. the scent on some of my friends (some of them smell like laundry detergent and i love that). onions sizzling on a hot pot.

sight: seeing people smile. more specifically, jacob collier’s smile. dogs. visually aesthetic cinematography. cameras.

touch: silk. cashmere. the playful, soft touch of fingers or lips running along my thighs and/or neck. a thumb gently rubbing onto my hand assuring me everything is going to be okay. the feeling of my fingers as they hop and skid along a piano. a soft kiss on my forehead.

taste: i will literally eat anything don’t try me.

10. What is one alternative reality you’d want to be in?

one where my mind is calm and not constantly confused and unsure of literally everything. one where i know exactly what i want. one where there is no political distress and everyone gets along and people are all decent human beings with a moral backbone stronger than a chocolate eclair. one where i can do things to my fullest potential without having to worry that i didn’t try or do anything hard or well enough.

11. What are some troubles you face on a day to day basis?

waking up and contemplating whether things are worth it. not to be edgy but i know i could be doing so much more than i am currently doing with my life. also procrastination.

12. What is one scene of a book that made you really sad?

honestly? i block off everything sad whenever i read a book, whoops! i guess the one that comes to mind right now is in the third book of the pjo series, when zoe nightshade dies. the whole thing where she was like, “stars, i can see the stars again m’lady.” that was the first time i ever cried while reading a book, and i don’t really cry much when indulging in media.

13. Say something to your followers

i like too many things and im sorry that my blog is messy but also i hope u all still enjoy my content WOO i have too many hyperfixations :’)

im supposed to tag people, so uhh here’s a few of my mutuals. you don’t have to do this btw.

@grandtheftpoptart @matteolcerilli @dear-goodbye @stalkhome-sindrone @mercutiowned @somewherebetweensenseandnonsense @mlmneilperry

#quiet kgem

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micaramel · 5 years

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Artist: Monica Majoli

Venue: Galerie Buchholz, New York

Exhibition Title: blueboys

Date: November 8 – December 21, 2019

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Full gallery of images, press release, and link available after the jump.

Images:

Images courtesy of Galerie Buchholz, Berlin/Cologne/New York

Press Release:

People still die of AIDS—or of AIDS-related complications or illness, as the dispiriting boilerplate has it. Hooray for those who can afford the drugs that make the syndrome manageable, hooray for those who can afford to party without a care in the world, since there should be no worry when one is horny or “in love” or dancing, lustfully unthinking, but close to a million people died of AIDS, just last year.

In an exchange between Dodie Bellamy and Kevin Killian that would have been called Eyewitness, had Kevin’s death from cancer not interrupted it, at one point Dodie writes: “I’m thinking of how Dennis Cooper said AIDS ruined death.” Not immediately (they reconnoiter the fact of Kevin’s diagnosis), but soon enough, Kevin, after taking a few beats, glosses Dennis’ epigrammatic observation. “Dennis’ point is that once we were in love with death in the Punk Era. It seemed like the real thing, the point of living. Then came AIDS,” Kylie Minogue’s most dedicated fan explained, “and death was reduced to nothing. Just the end. It was stripped of meaning.”

Once we were in love with death… Do you hear Keats’ nightingale in Kevin’s explanation? “I have been half in love with easeful death, call’d him soft names…” Who hasn’t called certain darkling attractions by soft names? Sometimes you live to regret it, sometimes you don’t.

Monica Majoli took inspiration for her newest body of work from the sexy post-Stonewall, pre-AIDS hiatus still known as the ’70s, particularly centerfolds from Blueboy, which billed itself as “the national magazine about men.” In 1980, when I was 15—hold on. I find myself striking out for memory lane again, and I have to say that for the most part I just couldn’t care less about memory lane. (I guess people now call it autofiction.) Instead I’ll relay this little fact: In an interview for High Times, published in the early summer of 1977, Andy Warhol was asked what his favorite magazines were. He replied: “Blueboy, Pussy, Penthouse. Whatever I’m in.”

Or, whatever I’m into. Andy, like others, would have been into the range of Blueboy’s editorial content: interviews with author James Purdy or Perry King, the hunky lead of Andy Warhol’s Bad, co-written by Pat Hackett and directed by Andy’s longest live-in partner, Jed Johnson; into the first English translation of Verlaine’s erotic poetry; into “what really happened to” Montgomery Clift, a profile of Casablanca records, the “photoerotica” of Baron von Gloeden; into commentary on the political debacle initiated by Anita Bryant, via “Save Our Children,” to pass an ordinance to legalize discrimination based on sexual orientation or on the assassination of Harvey Milk; into keeping up with culture almost as much as they were keeping up with cock.

Blueboy’s founding publisher, Donald N. Embinder, a former ad exec at Benton & Bowles as well as an ad rep for After Dark, told the New York Times, in 1976, that “Playgirl and Viva made male nudity on newsstands viable”; it was the same year he took out a full-page ad in the trade magazine Advertising Age, headlined: “Now you can reach America’s most affluent minority…The Male Homosexual.” TMH was seen to be single and to have money to spare. The ads in Blueboy targeted an audience interested in self-care, bodily upkeep, and places in which clothes could be easily shed. The tagline for a K’WEST skin products ad made it clear: “Fashion Pointers for the Well Undressed Male—Clothes may make the man but only K’WEST makes the man touchable.” Contourex offered “a new exercise system designed to give you tighter, shaplier [sic] buns.” Cabana wear by International Male. Caftans by Ah Men.

Blueboy had a small part in the push to transvalue issues of class specificity into issues of taste—what’s classy, what’s not—rather than only into realpolitik. Some of the magazine’s models were trade, which was the vernacular before gay-for-pay, and before the entire mainstreaming of sexual preference—with its radical potential for undoing rote and rigid forms of relationality—became gay-for-pay or pay-for-gay—PayPal (read GayPal) in a sense, before the fact. In the quest to sell its dream, America has always privileged affluence, a dream of financial security, even clout, wooing a striving majority, whether they were part of a minority population or not, to vote with their wallets.

The fight to end the AIDS pandemic would rally grassroots coalitions and would stymie that push, if only for a moment; putting the action between the sheets into the streets. Fran Lebowitz has provided some of the most searching thinking on how we still live in the wake of that moment, the consequence of kinds of audience, many of whom would have read Blueboy alongside Interview:

When I was young, you know, later ’70s early ’80s, my first real audience was from Interview magazine, and at that time that audience was 99.9% homosexual, male homosexual. And that audience was very important to me. This is part of what formed my voice.

Everyone talks about the effect that AIDS had on the culture—I mean, people don’t talk about it anymore, but when people did talk about it—they talked about what artists were lost, but they never talked about this audience that was lost. When people talk about, like, Why was the New York City Ballet so great? Well, it was because of Balanchine and Jerry Robbins and people like that, but also that audience…was so… I can’t even think of the word. I mean, if Suzanne Farrell went like this [tiny gesture of fingers] instead of this [the reverse of that tiny gesture] that was it: she might as well just kill herself. There would be like a billion people who knew exactly every single thing. There was such a high level of connoisseurship…of everything that people like this were interested in. Of everything. That made the culture better. A very discerning audience, an audience with a high level of connoisseurship, is as important to the culture as artists. It is exactly as important. Now, we don’t have any kind of connoisseur audience. When that audience died, and that audience died in five minutes. Literally, people didn’t die faster in a war. And it allowed, of course, the second, third, fourth tier to rise to the front. Because, of course, the first people who died of AIDS were the people, oh, I don’t know how to put this, got laid a lot. Okay, now imagine who didn’t get AIDS? Okay? That’s who was then lauded as the great artists, okay? If the other people who hadn’t died, if they were alive, if they all came back to life, and I would say to them, Guess who’s a big star? Guess! Guess who has a show on Broadway? Guess who’s like a famous photographer? They would fall on the floor. Are you kidding me? Because everyone else died. Last man standing. […] Things in the culture that had nothing to do with the New York City Ballet, it just got dumbed down, dumbed down, dumbed down—all the way down. What we have had, in, like, the last 30 years, is too much democracy in the culture, not enough democracy in the society.

Inspired by mokuhanga, Japanese woodblock printing, Majoli’s large-scale Whiteline woodcut watercolor paintings are based on images from Blueboy, circa 1976-79, a period she considers “the halcyon years of gay liberation, when homosexuality was understood to be politically charged and under threat, presaging the trauma of the AIDS epidemic.” Halcyon provides a way to understand the aesthetic of the soft-core centerfolds of the magazine: the lighting is sun-kissed, the palette warm with rose-golds’ ember glow, the bodies toned and unmanscaped. Mother Nature smiles on these men making themselves available to other men, a possibility she always intended. (Long before homosexuality was legal, porn would show men in showers or out in nature, among flora and fauna, and it would be theoretically stingy not to see such scenarios as emphasizing the cleanliness and naturalness of such pleasures, when they were still seen to be “dirty” and “unnatural.”) The models were known by their first names (“Joe”, “Roger”); some appeared a single time, while others became featured players; they all had histories, lives, and they’re seen in repose that is also work. Their cocks, balls, and buns remain, as they were, magnificent and inviting. The hard-edged, roided body of the 1980s—a “built” body weaponized, Ramboized (apotropaically and/or phantasmatically) against viral invasion and wasting—is nowhere to be seen.

While considering all that is lost when the map of masculinity permits few ways to trace the radical potential of male vulnerability, tenderness, as a source of strength and communing, don’t fail to reckon with what Monica achieves with the gentle but grand shift in scale from the magazine centerfold: these works are history paintings. They chronicle not only soft power rather than toxic masculinity, but also sexual fantasy, intimacy in which the nameable earns no more importance than the nameless or unnameable. The pigments with which the paintings are made, water-soluble, suggest tears and/or sweat (synecdoches for other bodily fluids), no longer mistaken as dangerous, contaminant, but, whether joyfully or sadly, communicating without need of language. These radiant, touching pictures embody a vision of how once we were in love with life.

Bruce Hainley

Link: Monica Majoli at Galerie Buchholz

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ONE SINGULAR PLEASURE of this “Second Acts” column — which examines, à deux, second books of poems, one of which had appeared 20 or more years ago and the other only recently — is the chance to discover mutual sympathies between two poets and their projects, both aesthetically and in terms of subject matter. These connections may be conscious — what Goethe called “elective affinities” — or they may be unconscious. Either way, reading the texts in counterpoint can prove illuminating, even surprising.

Susan Stewart and Jennifer Chang seem like an obvious pairing; the two certainly share some scholarly and poetic DNA. Both are intrepid, lucid literary critics and poets of visceral intellection. Stewart, currently Avalon Foundation University Professor in the Humanities and professor of English at Princeton University, is such a dazzling academic (a MacArthur Fellow who has also served as a chancellor of the Academy of American Poets, she will deliver the prestigious Clarendon Lectures at Oxford University in 2020) that it might be understandable if her critical work overshadowed her poems.

Fortunately, earlier this year Graywolf Press released her Cinder: New and Selected Poems to wide acclaim. New and selected volumes allow readers to encounter recent work in the context of a career, ensuring that early work is not lost to time even as we indulge our infatuation with the new. But the focus of such collections is usually, and perhaps rightly, the new. I feel it is important to focus more intently on early work, if only to appreciate how and in what ways a poet has evolved, something perhaps especially appropriate for Stewart, who has written discerningly about the primacy of praxis and process in the poetic endeavor.

Second books make an especially provocative place to delve into a poet’s work because they can either stall or extend the promise of the inaugural book. Will the poet become self-parodic, a one-trick pony, or a formal shapeshifter? Ideally, the second book confirms what will become lifelong obsessions, evinces a spirit of experimentation, and is rife with the suggestion of forays and fulfillments to come.

“Field in Winter,” the poem that opens Stewart’s Cinder, begins this way:

The world, a museum of itself. The cold colonnade of dying elms. You cannot will a dream, though you, too, can fall, and fall asleep, and wake in wonder […]

It is this stereoscopic perspective on the world as its own Wunderkammer — a place to fall and dream and wake and fall and dream and wake again “in wonder” — that has kept me reading Stewart since the appearance of her first book, Yellow Stars and Ice, in 1981. The poems in the first book are a young woman’s work, yet they are charged with an awareness of unbreachable distances, especially the longings of language of love, as in these last lines from the collection’s title poem:

As far as the space between word and word, as the heavy sleep of the perfectly loved and the sirens of wars no one living can remember, as far as this room, where no words have been spoken, you are as far as invention, and I am as far as memory.

In landscapes as various as rural Pennsylvania and Italy, the interconnected themes of Stewart’s first book — precariousness and endurance, loss and tenderness — swell and progress in her sophomore collection, The Hive, and find particularly deep expression in the notion of sacrament, ceremony, and what Pasolini calls, in the book’s epigraph, “the ancient rite […] // which only by dreaming inside a dream / could [be pronounced] by its true name.” Unsettling forces — birth, death, war, love, violence, separation — create the central tensions in each of these poems, tensions which Stewart then moves to address and sometimes even resolve through acts of private, sometimes secret, ceremony.

In the opening poem, “Man Dancing with a Baby,” for example, a new father finds sure, if mobile, footing when faced with the terror and vulnerability of his parental responsibility by putting on a record and dancing around the house with his newborn, an act of ritual importance:

The slippery floor shimmers and spins like a record while The light is swinging footloose on its rope Out of time. The shadows

Slip, shimmering black, and spin across the floor, Then turn back and pick up again. Oh seedpod stuck for just One moment on the cattail, out of time, out of shadows, Downy cheek against a beard: oh scratches

On the record, oh baby, oh measure Oh strange balance that grips us On this side of the world.

Likewise, the speaker in “Consecration” redeems the loss of a building that has been demolished by finding in the empty lot,

like the gestures of the dead in her children’s faces, […] the flowered paper

of her parents’ bedroom, the pink stripes leading up the stairs to the attic,

and the outline of the claw- footed bathtub, font of the lost cathedral of childhood.

In “The Summer Before the Moon,” Stewart uses the inchoate feelings of a girl on the cusp of adolescence to articulate how each of us, whatever our ages, must find fresh words for the new worlds we enter in the wake of every one of our changes. The girl in the poem waits,

as if a cloud had stepped back like a startled deer, as if a door had been closed so softly no one noticed, although the other side would now be understood as a different world. This is how the child learns to wait for hours,

listening for something like a ceremony to begin, something that as yet has no name.

In “Secret Ceremony: The Sailboat,” parting lovers share private trigger-images of loss: “how they flare up suddenly // from the stillness of the heart / like an oil spill — secret faces / in the surface of the river.” And in “Gaville,” the poem from which the book takes its title, the speaker imagines how a now-sleepy Italian town might be threatened again by an array of historical and natural forces — the Cavalcantis, the Nazis, a power plant disaster, a devastating rain, a fire — and concludes that

What this fascination with consecration and ceremony implies, of course, is a reckoning with the sacrament that is the lyric poem itself, which can express, to paraphrase Sharon Cameron, what it can’t redeem or restore by any other means. In their forays into iconography — a raven’s wing leaving its “print, a deep / and liquid stain,” or a child-prince’s opulent ornamental gown (“the surface of things being / a kind of armor”) or that lone, lost, gem-like bee — the poems in The Hive foretell the marvelous experiments with orthography, symbol, and field poetics that Stewart would explore in later books, both of poetry and criticism. The Hive suggests that current innovative poetries are not necessarily anti-lyrics, but rather attempts to embody what a lyric poem — hybrid, othered, outed, plural, polyphonic, “unmastered” — can be, mean, and accomplish.

Jennifer Chang’s newly published second collection, Some Say the Lark, which follows her award-winning The History of Anonymity (University of Georgia, 2008), is, like Stewart’s work, preoccupied in part with provoking and questioning the lyric poem. Her book’s title comes, of course, from a well-known passage in Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet in which, after exclaiming to Romeo that what he hears is not the lark — harbinger of the daylight that must separate them — but rather the nightingale, Juliet revises her wishful denial to admit that what she hears is the lark. But rather than allowing the lark its typical pastoral, dulcet association of “sweet division,” marking the distinction between the darkness and the light, she reveals a decidedly unromantic association, linking the lark’s music with the inevitable wrenching of lovers from one another’s arms.

Chang, who is assistant professor of English and Creative Writing at George Washington University, holds a PhD in English literature and an MFA in poetry writing. In her second book, she sustains the obsessions of her first book — identity (personal and cultural), history, effacement, and the realms of flora and fauna — and extends them into a questioning of the limits of lyric poetry itself in a world fraught with contingency and anomie.

In “The Winter’s Wife,” for instance, Chang’s speaker acknowledges that despite her wish to believe in the pathetic fallacy by which literature displaces into nature the “want” of human experience (“I want wild roots to prosper / an invention of blooms”), she, “unlike twilight, [does] not / conclude with darkness. I conclude.” Chang is fearless in taking on traditional notions of what poetry can do to the self and to the natural world. In the section “Phenomenology,” from a series called “Small Philosophies,” she talks back to Keats’s famous nightingale ode, refusing the traditional poet-bird conflation, reminding us of the rape of Philomela, and stressing the dangers of romanticizing either song or silence:

Permit the forest armature, neither elm-brigade

nor garden-lust. You are a twilight and a twilight bird. Isn’t that

a sparrow forlorn in the greenest branches?

Why forlorn? Because the clouds have gone brute.

You are a quality and a thing silenced

by pine-shrug. Stern willow. Now run and hide in the fern.

Conversing with poets and cultural figures as diverse as Sir Thomas Wyatt and Patsy Cline, Mary Wollstonecraft and Frank O’Hara, Wallace Stevens and Thomas Jefferson, Oedipus and William Butler Yeats, Samuel Taylor Coleridge and the speaker’s own children and childhood friends, this philosopher-poet asks again and again: “Brittle page, history, what am I to you?” (“Whoso List to Hunt”) These inquiries and assays are both personal to Chang, a first-generation child of Chinese immigrants, as well as relevant to all of us.

Stalking Chang’s poems is an awareness of never, of no, of nada — “Never is / a strange design, to name what can’t be / or won’t begin,” she writes in “Mount Pleasant” — and this sense of absence, this hole of aught, is the secret center of all lyric poetry. Chang confronts the poet’s essential quandary — how, and whether, to word the unwordable — again and again, perhaps most strikingly in “Dorothy Wordsworth,” which begins: “The daffodils can go fuck themselves. / I’m tired of their crowds, yellow rantings / about the spastic sun that shines and shines / and shines.” After rehearsing the “old joy” of “spring again,” Chang concludes her stunning poem with an unflinching expression of what it means to be a poet in the first place:

If I died falling from a helicopter, then this would be an important poem. Then the ex-boyfriends would swim to shore declaiming their knowledge of my bulbous

youth. O, Flower, one said, why aren’t you meat? But I won’t be another bashful shank. The tulips have their nervous joie-de-vivre, the lilacs their taunt. Fractious petals, stop

interrupting me with your boring beauty. All the boys are in the field gnawing raw bones of ambition and calling it ardor. Who the hell are they? This is a poem about war.

Both Chang and Stewart, then, foreground the machinations and motions of the lyric poem — site of sleight of hand, site of ritual, in which there is an economy of sacrifice — in verse of daring beauty, honesty, and depth. In “Ceremony,” Chang writes, “I am quiet / and won’t / squander words / to make what’s / false true.” In both The Hive and Some Say the Lark no word is wasted. Each serves a world in which “all waste […] shall bequeath to our heir. Our air,” as Chang writes in “About Trees.” She closes “Again a Solstice” this way:

What does it even mean to write a poem? It means today I’m correcting my mistakes.

It means I don’t want to be lonely.

Lisa Russ Spaar is a poet, essayist, and professor of English and creative writing at the University of Virginia. She has published numerous books of poetry, and her latest collection, Orexia, was published in 2017.

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Here’s a video I put together to summarize one of the best weeks of my life. I was so happy to share California’s kelp forests & wild islands with one of my best friends, Jacey, a fellow mermaid and marine biologist. We had incredible encounters with bottlenose & common dolphins, ocean sunfishes (Mola mola), giant black sea basses, sea lions and harbor seals, and sooo much Macrocystis pyrifera (giant kelp) at Santa Catalina Island, Anacapa Island, the Santa Barbara Channel, Palos Verdes, Laguna Beach, and La Jolla.

Although I’ve been able to travel a lot in these 8 months off of school, I still find nothing more beautiful than the ocean here at home, in California. Normally, I like to keep this blog’s word count low, but I collected my thoughts recently for an interview about California’s kelp forests and thought I would share them here:

The kelp forests that thrive in the cold (50-60°F), productive waters off the coast of Catalina Island, the Channel Islands, and Monterey in California. Kelp forests offer a dynamic vertical structure in which flora and fauna adorn the entire water column. The structural complexity of kelp forests, their vibrant colors, and constant instability captivate me. When the water clears up and the sun shines down through a shallow kelp bed, rainbows are scattered across the ocean floor, illuminating brightly colored orange garibaldi and their fishy friends.

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One rainbow dances on the rocky den of a two-spotted octopus, while another reflects off the sharp teeth of a California Moray, the octopus’s primary predator. Sea lions and seals dash in and out of the thick forest. Their grace and speed are astounding. A clearing in the kelp leads to dozens of rockfish, hanging paralyzed and static in the water column. Brightly colored orange garibaldi hide under rocky outcroppings. Their juvenile counterparts are adorned with electric blue highlights that match the blue-banded gobies which flit amongst the rocks.

Huge rocky surfaces are entirely covered by colonies of strawberry anemones, brilliantly colored cobalt blue sponges, and tiny orange cup corals. The tentacles of tube anemones sway in concert with the elegant stipes of kelp. The modified limbs, cirri, of giant acorn barnacles emerge for a fraction of a second. A flash of neon blue is visible briefly as the barnacle quickly targets floating food particles.

barnacles feeding!

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If you are lucky, you may encounter the rare and critically endangered Giant Sea Bass, which swims slowly amongst the kelp and can grow to be over seven feet long. A little bit farther off shore, apex predators such as transient, mammal-eating killer whales and great white sharks play their part in the circle of life, orchestrating attacks on sea lions, gray whale calves, and dolphins.

Giant Black Sea Bass

Giant Black Sea Bass Tail View

Orca eating a sea lion

humpback whale lunge feeding frenzy in Monterey

sea otters stuffing their faces

humpback whale lunge feeding frenzy in Monterey

Another striking feature about the kelp forests, is the speed at which they can change. At the delicate growing tip of a kelp stipe, one blade of kelp gives rise to dozens of new kelp blades and pneumatocysts (the air bladder attached to each blade). This process occurs at an incredible rate and each kelp stipe will grow two feet in one day. This process is impeded by both abiotic and biotic factors. Natural abiotic factors such as huge storms and swells can uproot whole kelp forests and result in huge disruptions of the marine ecosystem. I have dove in Monterey before and after storms and seen the barren, torn ocean floor that remains in their wake.

At the delicate growing tip of a kelp stipe, one blade of kelp gives rise to dozens of new kelp blades and pneumatocysts.

As far as humans are concerned, the threats include, but are not limited to, anthropogenic pollution, tourism, and dredging, which can have drastic impacts on these marine ecosystems and seaweeds in particular. In addition, a delicate biological balance is necessary in order for this complex kelp forest ecosystem to thrive. Purple urchins can voraciously consume kelp forests. They aggregate at the base of the kelp, at its holdfast, and their tiny teeth gnaw at the plant matter until fine strands snap and the kelp floats away. If the sea urchins are not eaten and their numbers are not regulated by sea otters, the kelp cannot survive. Therefore, if the number of sea otters drops, giant kelp often pays the price.

Other factors can also affect the kelp forest ecosystem, such as overfishing, disease, and malnutrition. As you might expect, there are marked, visible differences in the diversity and abundance of species between the Marine Protected Areas in Catalina, Channel Islands, and Monterey and areas in which fishing is allowed. I have seen thousands of diseased sea stars from as far south as Los Angeles and as far north as Friday Harbor, Washington. Sea Star Wasting Disease is due to a temperature-sensitive virus which has been decimating sea star populations along the coast. In my time at the Marine Mammal Center in Sausalito, I saw many sea lions sick with Domoic Acid Toxicosis, the result of bioaccumulation of domoic acid, a naturally occurring biotoxin. In addition, I witnessed the recent increased occurrence of sea lion stranding due to malnutrition in the wake of the most recent El Niño event. The El Niño Southern Oscillation is caused by the weakening of the Easterly winds and the resulting shift of the thermocline (barrier between warm and cold water) downward in the eastern North Pacific, causing a warm temperature anomaly off the coast of California. Last summer, I participated in marine mammal surveys with NOAA’s National Marine Fisheries Service and SCRIPPS Institution of Oceanography, in which we observed anomalously more tropical species, than in previous years. Extreme weather events are occurring more frequently have proved to be very detrimental to marine ecosystems, causing significant changes in food availability and habitat structure.

As a huge population of primary producers, forests of giant kelp (Macrocystis pyrifera) perform an important ecological role in the marine ecosystem not only by performing photosynthesis, but also by balancing fragile coastal food webs. Humans heavily depend on the marine food stock which is stabilized and composed of the kelp forest and the organisms which live above it, below it, and at its periphery. In addition, seaweeds are important ingredients in many products with medicinal and industrial uses as well as in cosmetics, foods, and toothpaste. For these reasons, as well as the touristic value of kelp forests, the ecosystem is of intrinsic economic importance. Although the aesthetic allure of the kelp forests alone is enough to argue their value, their contribution to our economy, products, and the very oxygen we breathe, proves their undeniable impact on our lives.

Personally, the kelp forests had a huge role in inspiring me artistically and academically toward my current roles as an illustrator, educator, and student of Marine Biology. They regularly motivate me to cover myself with seven millimeters of neoprene and submerge myself in water with temperatures below 50 degrees Fahrenheit for over an hour. Last semester, I dove and collected live organisms for the Integrative Biology department at Berkeley and was able to literally bring the kelp forest to campus, as an educational tool for the Invertebrate Zoology class and for hundreds of children at Cal Day. The excitement on each child’s face that day, the spark and desire to learn more, is the power of these kelp forests.

My desire is that my photos, my drawings, and my scientific projects can communicate the delicate intricacy of the ecosystem I hold so dear and communicate the urgency of preservation and conservation of all of our ocean ecosystems.

A love letter to California’s underwater ecosystems Here's a video I put together to summarize one of the best weeks of my life. I was so happy to share California's kelp forests & wild islands with one of my best friends, Jacey, a fellow mermaid and marine biologist.

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GIL CONNOR MCCORMICK

The Mimic

“If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor.” – Eleanor Roosevelt

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Gil Connor McCormick

Nicknames: Gilliam (Fauna Exclusive), Bud (Kevin Exclusive)

Faceclaim: Asa Butterfield

Age: 10

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Unsure

Height: 4′1″

Weight: 76.7lbs

Birthday: December 24th

Sign: Capricorn

Occupation: Unemployed, Student

PH’NGLUI FTAGHU

Ph'Nglui Ftaghu, nicknamed Gluey for Kevin’s sake, is a Tassled Wobbegong shark. He’s very sweet to Gil and loves to sleep in his hot tub style bed with him. He’s very cuddly, and is capable of being out of water for three hours due to magic. He will also cuddle with Fauna and Kevin, and most of Kevin’s lovers. He and Edgar get along swimmingly as long as there isn’t any food to be stolen by the octopus. Ph’Glui Ftaghu means Dead/Paralyzed Covering in R'lyehian.

DYSON

Dyson is the family farm dog, as well as Gil’s best friend aside from Gluey. He loves the dog so much and feels at home with him. If Dyson isn’t with him, usually Gluey is. He will hang out in the fields with Dyson, and likes to try drawing him. He’s working on becoming better at drawing, and Dyson can be a great model. Gil and Kevin work on training him together.

VELOCIRAPSTAR

Velocirapstar is Gil’s horse that he was allowed to get as a companion to Shoe. Being a Tennessee Walking Horse, he’s very good at going on trails and great for riding. Gil sometimes calls him Velcro, because he likes to be close to Shoe, and the two are very good friends. He has a custom-made set of saddle and bridle/reigns that are red with stars just for riding. Gil has considered taking up Dressage just to see if he could do it. Velocirapstar has helped him greatly with his closed-off nature.

QUICK FACTS

Gil is the son of Kevin and Christie McCormick and the elder brother of Fauna McCormick. Stuart and Carol are his grandparents, Kenny is his uncle, and Karen is his aunt. Firkle is a mother figure in his life and he considers him to be his real mother; Eventually he does adopt him and Fauna. He is the older half-brother to Colt and Delta.

Because Firkle is like a mother to him, Firkle’s other children not by Kevin are his siblings/cousins and are treated as such.

Gil is very quiet and shy around most people, and it takes a lot of patience and time to earn his trust. Once you have it, however, it is nigh impossible to lose if you treat him and his family right. He is more wary of women that look like his mother.

Gil’s skin is very sensitive and he needs special salt-infused lotion. He also struggles with breathing oxygen sometimes, and is very sickly and frail. He uses a breathing machine if he sleeps in bed, and has a hot-tub type contraption that he sleeps in on the worse nights, which is treated like a warmed saltwater fish tank. it is better for his skin and he can breathe better.

Like a mimic octopus, Gil can change his hair and eye colors as a young child, and his entire appearance when he’s older. As a toddler, he was unable to control it, and freaked his mother out.

Christie commonly tries to destroy his equipment and medical devices in an attempt to kill him, as she thinks that he is a demon. She’s convinced Kevin pulled a Rosemary’s Baby on her in order to make Gil, and believes fully that she was tricked by him and his handsomeness.

Gil loves his little sister even if she is someone he doesn’t understand. She drags him into a lot of things that he isn’t ready for.

Gil speaks and can write in fluent R’lyehian, and English was his second language.

Headcanons Masterlist

TAGS LIST

As A Child I Was Wild For The Fish In The Sea (Gil McCormick)

It's Coelacanth Not Coelacan (Gil Musings)

Stay Away From Things That Aren’t Yours (Gil Closet)

I’ll Be There When You Wake (Gil Headcanons)

Saying Things In Languages Only I Understand (Gil Journal Entries)

VERSES

TBD

MAINS AND SHIPS

MAINS

@nxwkid - - Douchebag/New Kid/Alex - You’ve Seen The Butcher (Gil and Alex - Nxwkid)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Michael - It Couoldn’t Be A Visitor Because The Bridge Is Out (Gil and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Henrietta - Birds Of A Feather Flock Together (Gil and Henrietta - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Asher - And Now We Got Bad Blood (Gil and Asher - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@throughxthexmist - Kenny - Someone Who Cares Someone Who’s There (Gil and Kenny - ThroughxThexMist)

Here - Kevin - Will You Remember Me? (Kevin and Gil)

Here - Thick As Thieves (Gil and Firkle)

Here - Fauna - I’d Promise You The Stars In Your Eyes (Gil and Fauna)

Here - Aster - You May Be The Death Of Me (Gil and Aster)

Here - Karen - Please Don’t Drink More Beer (Gil and Karen)

Here - Stuart - Definitely Not My Crowd (Gil and Stuart)

Here - Carol - Nevers Are A Hard Thing To Come To Terms With (Gil and Carol)

Here - Christie - I Give You My Heart You Give Me Fear (Gil and Christie)

SHIPS

N/A

#As A Child I Was Wild For The Fish In The Sea (Gil McCormick)#It's Coelacanth Not Coelacan (Gil Musings)#Let's Get It Together (Gil Aesthetic)#Stay Away From Things That Aren’t Yours (Gil Closet)#I’ll Be There When You Wake (Gil Headcanons)#Saying Things In Languages Only I Understand (Gil Journal Entries)#You’ve Seen The Butcher (Gil and Alex - Nxwkid)#It Couldn't Be A Visitor Because The Bridge Is Out (Gil and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#Birds Of A Feather Flock Together (Gil and Henrietta - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#And Now We Got Bad Blood (Gil and Asher - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#Someone Who Cares Someone Who’s There (Gil and Kenny - ThroughxThexMist)#Will You Remember Me? (Kevin and Gil)#Thick As Thieves (Gil and Firkle)#I’d Promise You The Stars In Your Eyes (Gil and Fauna)#You May Be The Death Of Me (Gil and Aster)#Please Don’t Drink More Beer (Gil and Karen)#Definitely Not My Crowd (Gil and Stuart)#Nevers Are A Hard Thing To Come To Terms With (Gil and Carol)#I Give You My Heart You Give Me Fear (Gil and Christie)

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