#and the backdrop is this very wild time and place in history

[landwriter]

Please, please tell me something about Untitled 1!

(By which I mean, of course, please share something you’re excited about)

excited about this Hob realization in 70s SF AU:

Hob grows quiet and starts unpicking a seam on his jacket, so he fishes out his cigarettes and offers the box. Hob takes one gratefully. “Thanks, man.”

---

“Anyways. Probably for the better. Doubt he wanted a queer or a poet for a son. Only other way I’ve really taken after him is smoking. Started two years after he died, same brand I remembered seeing in his truck. Lucky Strikes, like you. It’s where he had to smoke. Mom wouldn’t let him do it inside. Calls it a nasty habit.” Hob snorts. “’Least she used better words when she found out I was gay. I think she secretly hopes I’ll quit both. Send her a postcard one of these days: ‘Hi ma, San Francisco is great. I’m all finished with smoking and men. Still a poet, sad to say, but I don’t associate with the hippies here. Doesn’t the Golden Gate Bridge look lovely in this photo? Send my love to everyone.’”

Dream laughs. Hob beams, nudges his shoulder into him. “So. What about yours?”

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“Why not?” He fumbles out a cigarette, lights it. He’ll play Dream’s mystery man for him. “C’mon, huh?” He takes a shaky drag. “Why not? Why don’t you take something from me, then, and we’ll call it even?”

Dream stares unblinking at him for a moment and then sets his beer down on the table with a sudden clatter. Shit, maybe he’ll deck me, he thinks, if I’m lucky.

Instead, Dream reaches out and pulls the cigarette from his lips and puts it between his own. Hob sways forward after it. Dream takes a long drag and tilts his head back to blow the smoke past Hob. His throat is pale. Like the fucking moon. His eyes haven’t left Hob’s. Sharp wet seaglass. Fuck, fuck, fuck, thinks Hob. Dream stubs out the cigarette and leans forward. He never smokes. He always has cigarettes, and he never smokes. His voice is rough from it. “Like that?”

[cyten0]

A Symphony In Crimson

Act 1: A Movement in Black

Chapter 3

You walk through the house. It’s still the first floor, you got bumped into a tear the first time, and then died to a sadness the second time. Frankly embarrassing, but it was a bit of a weird sadness anyways and caught Isa off guard. Had to block that blow, he would have died. But you did at least find out the passphrase for the storage room!

And Loop taught you that trick to loop back to parts of the house in exchange for a little bit of hunger, so you should be able to make progress a bit faster. Hunger is a little more manageable then memories with them around, for once, even if they would only be memories of fighting.

For now though, you decide to check out the new room! It seems to be a storage room. You chance upon a dictionary, and open it to a random page.

✿ “Taciturn? What does that mean?”

◆ “It’s someone who doesn’t speak up often”

✿ “Oh like frin, okay.”

◆ “Precisely”

✦ “I speak up sometimes! When I feel like it.”

▲ “Really? Cause it’s not often.”

◉ “Do you just dislike talking that much?”

You typically don’t feel like talking. The few times you do have something to say, there’s too much to talk about, so you’d rather not. Plus...

✦ “It’s nice hearing you all talk!”

They all instantly react in various forms to the apparently very adorable thing you said! Oh stars! That's a little embarrassing!

◉ “It feels like we tamed a wild animal, doesn’t it?”

◆ “A perfect analogy. Maybe soon we’ll even be able to pet them.”

WAIT WHAT

▲ “Oh crab, stop, just imagining it makes me emotional!!!”

You hide your face under your hat. AHHH stars they really did didn’t they? Found a weird creature in the wild and now your practically their pet!

◆ “See, now he went back to a shy skittish animal.”

▲ “All this hard work… Wasted... Maybe some day.”

You know your blushing, but you start moving on. You can feel them chuckling in the backdrop. Even if it is embarrassing, you don't mind being their little guard monster.

>>>

Taking out that sadness from before was satisfying, and it’s good to see it dropped something useful! You enter into what seems to be the newly unveiled kitchen and spot something interesting just a little farther in. You round about the counter and-

Ow! You hit your hip on the corner and made a really embarrassing sound.

◆ “… Siffrin.”

◆ “… Did you really just hit the counter and say ‘nya’.”

...You did. Oh stars, right after that incident in the storage room too. Your never beating the pet allegations. You don’t even know how to respond. You hide under your hat again.

▲ “Crab that’s adorable.”

◆ “...How does it feel to be correct Mirabelle?

◉ “… Oh change.”

You quickly move on before they continue and grab the key you spotted. You really need to stop that habit! Why is THAT the sound you make?

>>>

Second floor again. You had to loop back here after missing that key in the house-maidens office. Really dumb of you. But you managed to make it into the library! You really hope there’s a key here, considering all the places you’ve looked so far.

You look at a bookshelf, and notice it’s full of notebooks. A little out of place here? You point it out to Mirabelle.

◉ “Oh, their Diaries, Siffrin!”

◆ “Diaries? In a library?”

▲ “Oh, yeah, You guys do that in Dormont too! It’s popular in Jouvente as well!”

Isa proceeds to explain the tradition to the rest of you, how it’s a way for people who’ve changed to move on from their former self while not loosing the history. Still, the idea of people getting to know about your inner thoughts is deeply uncomfortable. Though you might be biased, all things considered. Still, you love drama and are frankly curious, so you pick out the sparkliest and gaudiest one you can find.

◉ “Oh this one looks fairly recent! We could read a little bit… Like, a tiny bit.”

◆ “We do not have time… Is what I would usually say, but I’d also love to think about boring, mundane, everyday problems for a bit.

✿ “Belle, pick a page!”

◆ “One page, and then we’re going.”

◉ “I, I’m reading again? Okay, hmm…”

Mirabelle flips to a page in the middle, and reads out an entry from a child, mentioning cleaning their room, as well as the island north of Vaugarde, that no-one can remember anything about…

◆ “Ah, yes, the island north of Vaugarde. I remember when It happened. Well… ‘remember’ isn’t the right word, is it? We all just know something happened. An entire stretch of land disappearing from people’s minds doesn’t happen often, does it?”

✿ “I think, I think my village was really close to it!!! My sister said it was all anyone could talk about for weeks!!!”

◉ “That’s so frightening… I’m glad whatever happened, she didn’t get caught up in it!”

✿ “Oh… yeah…”

… You still can’t remember anything yourself. You’ve tried for months, as soon as you figured out Siffrin was likely from there... But it’s fine! You at least remember Siffrin, even if only in part. The rest can wait...

✿ “...Still… That countries name… What was it’s name again?”

▲ “Oh, I think it was something like—”

◉ “DON’T”

◆ “SAY IT!!!”

▲ “CRAB!!!”

✿ “NYEHEHEHEHE!!!”

...Well that was fun! You kinda see the merit now. Regardless, you decide to move on and search the rest of the room for that key…

>>>

Your all sitting in a safe room right before the third floor, sitting down and taking some rest. Bonnie’s prepping food in the corner. You’re feeling pretty good so far! You ARE starting to get hungry though. It’s been a bit since you stopped by the favor tree. Next loop you’ll head back to Dormont and get some more food. Isa calls out to Bonnie,

▲ “Bonbon! How much longer until snacks are done?”

✿ “Five minutes!”

▲ “Okay take your time!”

He then turns to you all, much more quiet and a bit more serious.

▲ “...Hey, everyone, hey hey.”

◆ “Hm?”

▲ “So, um… We havn’t brought it up yet, so um… I have a question?”

◉ “Ah, a secret adult conversation for adults, no kids allowed?”

◆ “Do you not want Boniface to hear?”

Hm. This seems serious. You wonder what it could be about.

▲ “Yeah, If we’re sure they won’t hear, then yeah…

Hm… You could check real quick. You let your real eye do a little work to try and look over Bonnie from across the room, see if their paying attention. You feel your eye light up under it’s human facade, as you pick out every detail. The party shouldn’t notice if you do it quickly. Let’s see, they haven't shifted a bit, not even a tilt of the head. They seem preoccupied cooking… Is that a fish head? That ought to be nice!... Oh, huh, and their shoelace is untied.

✦ “Bonnie forgot to tie their shoe!”

The rest pause for a reaction, and content themselves in it’s absence.

◆ “Oh gems, they did.”

▲ “Good. Um. Okay. So… If any of you bites the dust, what should we do with your body?”

You all react a little uncomfortably. Stars, you REALLY don’t like thinking about that. Gives you thoughts you really dislike. You hear them talking over their options, but try not to think about what their saying... Pull it together, you won’t hurt them... You get snapped out of it when Mira looks to you and speaks.

◉ “What about you, Siffrin?”

Oh right!… You weren’t particularly worried about it even beforehand. Now it’s hilariously irrelevant, so...

✦ “Won’t happen, doesn't matter!”

◆ “How delightfully naive.”

Just in time, Bonnie turns around, ready with snacks!

✿ “Hey are you all done talking? Because… It’s snacks time, baby.”

Bonnie lists out the snack options. Madelines, nice but not enough to get your attention. Pineapple slices, which does intrigue you, given that comment from loop. And of course, the delicious Fish head, which takes the others by surprise and seems like the best option to you… And yet…

✦ “I’ll try the pineapple.”

✿ “Here you go! Pineapples are one of my three favorite foods! Sounds like you have good taste sometimes, Frin!!”

Bonnie places them in your hands and you chomp them down right away… Their pretty spicy! And… why do your hands hurt?

You hear the others gasp in horror as you notice your hands are melting from the juices! Stars, your starting to feel it, it hurts so much, the skin is melting right off, revealing the blackened inhuman form underneath, and while they aren’t melting, it still stings horribly! But stars, they can see! Your friends are staring, Mirabelle is trying to heal you, Bonnie is frozen solid, Odile is backing away, Isa is panicking, and- and now the rest of your body is burning up! You feel it all throughout your body, your insides are burning, writhing!!! It hurts! It blinding hurts! You can’t focus on any of it as your tendrils start flailing around involuntarily, ripping open what’s left of your skin, but it hurts so much you can’t stop!!! Your body is melting and you try and cough up what you ate and the others are staring horrified, they don’t know what to do, and you can’t think and-

《《《

You wake up.

...Oh stars. You… You can’t move. The pain is gone but you can still feel it. You take a deep breath. In. And out… Pheeeeeeeewwww…

Haha! That was the WORST way you’ve died so far! You see what Loop meant when they said don’t try it! Should have listened!…

...The worst part is that it melted the guise. They saw the real you. Even if they won’t remember it, that hurts almost as bad as the actual death did. And here you thought it was just gonna be like an allergy.

Oh Loop is gonna rub this in at you. Oh well. Back to it, you guess.

>>>

You’re back at the favor tree, and sit down. Loop appears from their realm, with the smuggest expression behind their mask.

✸ “… I did warn you!”

✦ “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Look how the heck was I supposed to expect that?”

✸ “To be fair, It makes sense. Pineapples contain bromelain, which is a flesh dissolving enzyme. Your body is rather chaotic in nature, so any vulnerability to it is far more pronounced then simple allergic response.”

✦ “… Fair enough, I guess. But also wow that was bad.”

✸ “You likely would have survived had you not ate multiple slices. Whole body had a dose of it, and with how weak you are right now, your poor regeneration just couldn’t keep up! How unfortunate…”

✦ “Yeah… Disguise was likely going to break either way though. Just the juices melted the skin pretty bad.”

✸ “True! I bet the party was quite mortified! But hey, the kid officially killed their first monster. Shame it wasn’t one they wanted dead!”

…Yeah, guess they did. You wonder what went through their head as they watched that. Glad they won’t remember it, they might never look at pineapple the same way. Wouldn’t want them to lose out on their favorite food. You imagine the sight was more then a little disturbing.

You chat with loop a little more, asking them what they think of the party, which they seemed dismissive of (you think they don’t like them a little?). You both talk about a couple of things, before you grab a meal from them real quick. The sadness goes out swiftly, and is as unpleasant yet tasty as always. As you finish up, you wave loop goodbye before you stop, suddenly having an idea.

✸ “Something on your mind, stardust?”

✦ “That trick you taught me. So far I’ve been using it to not go back as far, but you did mention I could use it to skip ahead a bit, right?”

✸ “Exactly! So if you loop, you can skip right back to the end of the second floor!”

✦ “Right. So, I’m trying to think of any decent options to loop in town. But I’m not coming up with anything.”

✸ “I bet the Kid has more pineapples!”

You just stare at loop, clearly unamused.

✸ “Oh fine... Hm. Sadly can’t think of anything else either. Most of the options wouldn’t actually kill you. Kill normal humans? Maybe, if we really think. You? Not so much. Lot of stuff that could break your disguise, but none that could actually kill.”

Yeah, you can’t think of anything either. Most of your body parts are kinda superfluous in the end. You like them, and injuring them hurt, but there really aren’t any ‘reasonable accidents’ you can come up with that would cause anything beyond that. Heck, You only died in that one fight cause you took a craft hit directly to the heart.

✦ “Oh well. I guess a night’s rest and an extra meal won’t hurt. Maybe chat with the party, if I can think of something to ask. I’ll just have to loop on a tear in the first floor.”

✸ “Shame! Well then, I’ll see you later stardust!”

You wave them goodbye, and then continue on your way.

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Already nearly done with the first 2 floors. Took you way longer. Suppose that means the meals are helping. Good. Maybe they’ll have a chance then. It wasn’t in vain…

...Their still in there, aren’t they? Your party. You wonder if their helping them. You… Don’t think about it. What matters is this Siffrin won’t have to go nearly as far as you did.

… You should stop calling them Siffrin, even in your head. Siffrin’s been dead for a long time. You know they’ll keep calling themselves Siffrin, but between the two of you, you shouldn’t have to. It’s a shame you don’t remember their real name. But Stardust will have to do.

[assortedvillainvault]

It's a bit of a random question, but I'm simply curious, how did you start falling in love with the Horned King/what's your origin story with him? Only if you want to share it of course^^ Feel free to also just generally gush or ramble about him!

(also btw I think it's awesome that we share him as an f/o now, I think subconsciously I already knew for a while that I'd fall for him eventually, it was just a matter of time he's just too gorgeous💕)

Ok this ask has given me the warm fuzzies for several weeks so thank you and I guess I should probably answer this now huh -

(also every time someone else pops up who f/o's him I'm Absolutely Delighted and am so glad I helped facilitate your decent into lich simpery)

I'll do IRL and self insert shenanigans, so IRL first:

- the first time I watched the black cauldron I'd be ...about 8 or 9?

- one thing you sincerely must understand about me is that I am, unapologetically, unequivocally, unexpectedly....a weenie.

- much as I adore the spooky and the strange, any film that veers into remotely scary territory, or horror in general, that shit scars me down to the cellular level.

- Power to everyone who can disengage/absorb that stuff healthily because I sure as fuck don't and doubt I ever will. Anyway.

- mum buys me the black cauldron and thinks nothing of it. It's Disney, right?

- anyway yeah uh suffice to say boy golly gee I'd never seen *that* many skeletons animated before. Think my little brother started crying at some point.

- but honestly, something about the films mad dichotomy of attempted cutesy fantasy with grim dark backdrop and off kilter humour enamoured me. And I found myself wanting *more* of the dark parts of the film.

- (still early the full cauldron born scenes were cut. So goddamn salty)

- the Horned King became a lynchpin of fascination, something about his eerie voice, his apathetic yet menacing mannerisms and his degraded appearance really drew me in. Esp his summoning and death scenes.

- I think I started drawing skeletons soon after and they're still the easiest thing for me to draw.

- over decade later when I was depressed as all fuck, I rewatched the film and found myself only really enjoying his scenes, in part because he was the only relatable villain to me at the time. (Eternally tired, quietly dramatic, quick to anger and dismissal. A smorgasbord of things to distract myself from feeling like I was actively decomposing too at the time. Brains are wild.)

- now I like to imagine quietly helping him get to a better place same as I've managed to do :) who needs therapy when you have imaginary lich time.

As for self insert funky times:

- rather than imagining myself in the dark ages, mostly because despite living in the UK my knowledge of that time period is just awful, I imagine a modern setting

- crucially tho the events of the film still happened exactly as shown.

- in this setting my s/I has moved to Wales and accidentally rediscovered the -broken- cauldron, and the remains of the castle. Time itself rusted the old thing and it cracked, letting HK's disheveled soul slip free.

- my S/I is an amateur ecologist, with interest in geology and paleontology and history. (So just me. Straight up me. I can't even pretend here) Once she figures out she's effectively haunted, HK's presence is akin to a field day.

- will she attempt to resurrect him properly? Eh who knows. Maybe. I'm a real fucking sucker for ghosts, esp partial possession or soul bonds.

- magic exists still in this setting, it's just mostly forgotten and thus dismissed. Of course my s/I has latent magic because of course, and I love the idea of HK teaching her as a pseudo bonding activity.

- love just watching HK be bamboozled and overwhelmed by the modern world too. Show this lich a toaster someone-

- very low stakes very chill, just two lonely fools trying to rebuild their 'lives' together. Probably the most weirdly cottage core of my selfships if I'm honest. With more dead things.

So yeah that's pretty much it! Thanks again for the lovely ask, and feel free to tag me in anything lich related 🥰

[kustas]

sorry for the more critical requests before.

Top 10 anime that you think went under the radar or are generally unknown

Top 10 anime you like the world building of

It's all good! I'm not gonna know enough anime for all this so I'll do the broad categories.

Anime I like that's unknown or went under the radar

The reason why I spent so many posts shilling Inu-oh is because of how hard it was flopping in american theaters. Many things factored in it but still disappointing. It's a great movie!

Related ish, I had a lot of fun watching Heike Story and saw nobody talk about it.

One of my favorite shows I watched this year was the second season of Megalobox which I had never heard of. The first season is not good though

"what if Ghibli made-" have you seen Ronja yet? If not watch Ronja. I can bet most of you will not have watched Ronja

While I'm at it Castle Cagliostro is by no means recent but it's a delight

One of the best kid's shows I watched was Ōban Star-racers which I've never seen talked about online at all barring french people. It's a cute and clever show with extremely Y2K designs and it's just a fun time. Should be entirely up on YouTube for free, if you're in the mood for jetix type nostalgia go wild, it's pretty short

Speaking of stuff that's free on YT: the little prince and the eight headed dragon! An old movie (1960s) with an amazing art style

Third round of free on YT: the animated Ramayana. It's a long one so prepare for that but I liked it a lot. Got remastered recently too so if you want to buy it in HD

Shows (... and I'm adding manga) who's worldbuilding I like

Mushishi. Mushishi is a lovely, well thought of and touching show in the first place who drifts seamlessly between horror and slice of life. The worldbuilding aspect that rules is the presentation of the mushi at each episode, their variety and creativity and how they are portrayed as beings and as part of an ecosystem.

Letter Bee. I'll give a disclaimer - the worldbuilding is pretty much the only good thing about this series especially if you are watching it. But in terms of casually presented fantasy world, it's original, insanely in-depth and the manga treats you with a bunch of extra information about locations, folk tales and things that are a treat.

Dungeon Meshi manages to take every generic fantasy trope but spin it with an eye for biology and history to make it fresh again. The author also gives via blog posts and bonus pages a whole bunch of details that aren't in the main series yet are interesting to know.

The first half of Castle in the Sky has to be one of, if not my favorite works of fantasy of all times for how magically it depicts a bunch of very normal people living in a land that is rather alien if you squint.

Politics are usually my least favorite worldbuilding topic, but I found myself drawn by the relationship between political drama, science and large scale environmental catastrophes that makes up the backdrop for the story of Number 5

Cowboy Bebop... The chill little human pockets of life in space, their variety and cluttered quaint goodness, the musical backgrounds for them, it's all so good

Dorohedoro's worldbuilding is stupid and it works so damn well. Having God be an asshole with ADHD tendencies explains so much

[hookaroo]

Laden of the Torn (9 of 25)

AO3 link Catch up on tumblr: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Tagging @priscilla9993 @cocohook38 <3 Chapter 9 warning: Discussions of death & the fear of losing loved ones

***

9 months ago…

Stashed among the countless books and scrolls that made up the tower’s extensive library, one folded piece of parchment contained a hand-sketched map of Neverland.

Not the real thing, of course: Killian had burned that wretched rag stained with far too much blood, filth, and despair the moment he’d managed to finally free himself of that cursed place. Its successor--a much-censored, overly positive version created more from imagination than memory--served as a visual backdrop to the fanciful tales he would concoct whenever Alice asked of his history there. She knew vaguely of the island’s dangers, and the tribe of feral children posing the greatest of its threats, but this map and its accompanying adventure stories painted more a vision of a tropical paradise than the jungles of Hell that it truly was.

Alice sat perusing that map now, idly outlining wave shapes in a blue far more bright and beautiful than any the moonlit, eternal night could ever produce. Nearby, Killian was attempting to mend a beloved doll that had fallen victim to an excessively enthusiastic game of Alice’s own creation. The seams had been stitched so many times through the years that it seemed to be composed more of leftover threads of all types than the fabric of its origin. Alice still played with it though, and any source of comfort was worth preserving for as long as possible.

“Papa?” Alice began. 

“Mmhmm?” Killian replied, mentally preparing for a trip to Fantasy-Neverland that hopefully wouldn’t include a detour through Memory-Neverland on the way out.

“Do you think that Captain Smee would ever return to Neverland, if he could find the way there again?”

Killian hid a smirk and pulled on a carefully placed thread to tighten the knot. “I very much doubt it, Starfish. Captain Smee has always been… rather a timid man at heart. I think he prefers to stick to the familiar tides of this land, and keep the wilds of Neverland safely tucked away in memory.”

“But… didn’t you once say that the reason he snuck aboard the Jolly Roger in the first place was to steal a magic bean so that he could trade it for immortality?”

Raising an eyebrow, Killian looked up in surprise. “You have a very good memory, love.”

“And you told me that no living thing in Neverland ever grows old.”

“True…”

“So if he truly wants to live forever, all he needs to do is to go back! I hope he does. Then when we get out of this tower, maybe you and I could go there too, Papa!”

She could not know the icy terror that gripped his soul at the thought, nor of the visions that sometimes haunted his hours both waking and sleeping… his exact worst nightmare, innocently longed for in such a casual manner. Heart suddenly pounding, Killian swallowed the sickening dread constricting his throat and presented as calm a demeanor as he could muster.

“Aren’t you forgetting one not-so-small detail?”

“Am I?”

“Surely I must have mentioned a certain horrid little boy who makes Neverland his home. An eternity in his domain is hardly the paradise you’re imagining it to be.”

“Oh.” Alice looked crestfallen, and though Killian always hated disappointing her, he could not stop the wave of relief from coursing through him when it seemed she had accepted his objection. Adding one final stitch to the doll’s ragged seam, he was quick to assure her,

“There are dozens of other beautiful places I’ll take you one day, Alice, where we’ll have adventures much more exciting than we could ever find on that godsforsaken refuse heap. Remember? The Sea of Glass, and Rainbow Falls, and the purple cliffs where the goats climb right up the vertical rock faces…”

He trailed off when he heard a miserable sniffle from his little girl. She was staring down at the tabletop, obviously not seeing the map laid out before her as she quietly wiped away tears. Hastily, he severed the thread and laid it aside, then moved to kneel at her side. He placed the doll in her lap and reached up to stroke the hair back from her face.

“Alice? What is it, love?

She sniffed again, met his eyes briefly, then looked away.

There were periods of time when her circumstances got the better of her, and understandably so. Killian had always done his best to console her, but it would never truly be all right until he could free her from this damned tower. And the more she grew up, the heavier the burden was for both of them.

“I’m sorry, Starfish; it must be frustrating to hear of wondrous places without the ability to see them yet. But I promise you will someday; you’ve just got to keep--”

“You’re going to die one day, aren’t you?”

The tiny voice took Killian by surprise, and he fell silent. This wasn’t at all where he had thought the conversation was heading. It made sense in hindsight, though. She wasn’t asking about Neverland for the adventures, or for immortality for Smee… it was all about Killian’s mortality.

“Oh, Alice…” He pulled her into his chest, wrapping her tightly in his arms. Gently, he murmured, “I don’t want you to be worrying about that, love. Not for a long, long time. You have enough to think about.”

Alice squeezed him back, shaking with sobs and saying,

“I don’t want you to die, Papa, not ever! I love you so much I think I would die too!” She pulled away and scrubbed at her face, continuing in one long, hysterical breath. “I couldn’t bear to live without you--I don’t care about Pan; if we went to Neverland, then we could be together forever!”

Killian watched her for a beat, unconsciously stroking her hair as his heart broke. He understood exactly how she felt; he would give anything to ensure he’d never be separated from her, as well. But there was an additional element to her anticipatory grief. Once he was gone, if she were still trapped here, she would be completely alone, probably for the rest of her life. It was too horrible to even imagine. And here he was, pretending like he didn’t constantly think about what would become of her if something should happen to him.

Tenderly, Killian covered her hands with his, willing her to feel how overwhelmingly powerful his love was for her.

“It isn’t easy,” he admitted quietly, “thinking about losing someone you care for. I feel much the same way about you. And sadly, part of what makes life so special is its brevity. But you can’t let that overshadow or take away from the time that you do have with your loved ones.”

He reached up to wipe a tear from her cheek, feeling his own eyes brimming. “I hold on to a piece of everyone I’ve loved: my mother, my brother… Milah… after each loss, there were days when I felt like I couldn’t go on. But you know what? I’m so very glad I did. Because that brought me to the greatest joy in my life.”

Killian waited until Alice tentatively met his gaze, and he confirmed her unasked question with a watery, adoring grin. She could not resist a shaky half-smile in response. Killian embraced her again, planted a soft kiss on the top of her head, then rested back into his crouch, watching her compose herself. After one final hand across her eyes, Alice mumbled,

“Thank you, Papa.”

“I love you, Alice.” 

He got slowly to his feet, stifling any outward sign that his joints were not quite as young as they used to be, then added,

“Try to stop worrying, love. I plan to be around for quite a long time yet.”

***

Less than a month later,

“I plan to be around…” echoed through his head as ten paces were marked and two bullets flew.

“Quite a long time yet…” rang in his ears as he collided with the tower wall, a new and deadly pain coursing through the center of his chest.

“A long time…” mocked him as melancholy rain drenched him, body and spirit, and evil laughter gave way to devastated wailing from on high.

“A long time…” continued to destroy him now with its meaningless, endless promise, as hope and resources dwindled.

What a fool he had been.

***

Present Day…

Killian woke with an ache in his throat and chest: a common occurrence these days. Apparently, despite his resolution to make use of the alone time, he had fallen asleep instead. He rubbed his eyes and scoured the clearing for any sign of Blackbeard, but the other man had not yet returned. 

He should conserve his strength, try and rest some more and prepare for whatever ordeals lay ahead. But there was only one thing that could begin to soothe the pain of the familiar nightmare-flashback he’d just experienced, and he knew he owed it to Alice to make the attempt as well. This was the longest he’d gone without connecting ever since he’d acquired the mirror, and the worry would be eating her alive. So, despite the danger and the various pains afflicting him, Killian finished freeing himself from the ropes and forced himself up to retrieve Blackbeard’s unattended satchel. 

No hook, of course; no weapons of any kind, or even any food. Killian was immensely relieved to find his black rook near the bottom, which he stashed in an inside pocket closest his heart. But Blackbeard had taken everything else of value, leaving only a few first aid supplies and other odds and ends… one of which was Killian’s mirror, blessedly intact despite its careless treatment. With mild surprise, he noted that the ceremonial cloth once containing bread remnants now protected the mirror’s glass face, somehow counted amongst his possessions recovered from the quarry transport guards. Maybe the rumors of its mystical powers were indeed true… and he was finally about to put it all to the test.

After stashing the dusty cloth back into the satchel, Killian grasped the mirror’s handle and drew a few calming breaths.

“Alice?” he called quietly. “Are you there, love?”

Her likeness materialized almost immediately, as if she’d been expecting him to call.

“Papa!” she cried in tremulous delight. “Are you all right? I’ve been so worried!”

The cursed tingle in his heart told him all he needed to know. That sickening mold residue, another failure of a lead--this one costing him dearly, its total sum yet to be determined. Killian tried not to let his disappointment show as he gave her a reassuring smile.

“I’m okay, but I haven’t got long. I just wanted to make sure--”

A distant oath sounded from somewhere beyond the twist in the canyon, and Killian froze for an instant. Then, hastily, he hissed,

“I’m sorry, Starfish; I need to go, but I’ll try again as soon as I’m able.”

“Hook? Who is that you’re talking to?”

Killian still could not see Blackbeard, but that villain had to be close. He lunged for the satchel and, over Alice’s muffled protests, he thrust the mirror back into its hiding place just as his red-clad captor sauntered into view. 

Then he remembered what the sorcerer had told him about the enchantment: both parties had to agree to the connection being severed. And, judging by the continuing prickle beneath his breastbone and the quiet sounds emanating from the satchel, Alice had not been willing to let her father go so quickly.

“What the devil are you up to?” sneered Blackbeard. He tossed the waterskins carelessly on the ground and stumbled over to menace Killian.

“It’s nothing, mate; only searching for a bit of food is all. I’m completely famished.”

Blackbeard snorted. “Well, that makes a change. No more heaving your guts out, then?”

He cocked his head, listening, and Killian answered quickly and too loudly.

“It looks as if you were at least successful at locating water? If you want me to make it to the genie monkeys, you’ll have to be a bit more generous than you're accustomed to--”

“Shhh!” hissed Blackbeard, holding up a hand. Without pause, Killian said,

“What are you listening to? I don’t hear anything, and we should probably get a move on if we’re to make any progress before sundown--”

It didn’t work. Blackbeard lunged for the satchel, and though Killian made a feeble attempt to keep it from him, the bigger man easily tore it from his grasp. Killian clambered to his feet, desperate to stop what he knew was coming.

Blackbeard immediately zeroed in on the noise-making mirror, and he let the satchel and the rest of its contents fall to the ground.

“Papa?” squeaked Alice, and Blackbeard leered.

“What’s this? That the child you abandoned?”

Killian took a step forward, hand outstretched, feeling like he was moving through mud. “Blackbeard… please…”

“Oops.”

Blackbeard laughed loudly. The mirror “slipped” from his fingers. Killian dove for it. Alice’s frightened image flipped around and around in midair. The ball and chain hampered Killian’s lunge. His fingertips just brushed glass before it shattered on the razor stones. Alice’s voice cut abruptly to silence.

Breathing heavily, Killian sat on his knees and stared at the remnants of his only link with his daughter. Even if he managed to escape and find his way back to the sorcerer who had arranged the enchantment, he could not afford to pay the exorbitant price a second time, not without considerable effort… or risking additional imprisonment by doing something illicit. “Blackbeard… you… bastard!”

Unconcerned, Blackbeard chided,

“You may want to be careful throwing that term around, considering…”

Killian seethed, still watching the shimmering halo of glass shards as if they could somehow reassemble themselves on their own. “That was her only connection to the outside world!”

“And whose fault is that, really? I’m not the one who trapped her there, nor the father foolish enough to go and get his heart cursed so she’s left with no one. Frankly, I’m surprised you’ve managed to live with the guilt for this long.”

Blackbeard bent down and scooped the few scattered supplies back into his satchel, then flung the strap over his shoulder. “Taking you to the monkeys is a kindness. They’ll quickly put you out of your misery.”

None-too-gently, he draped one of the waterskins over his captive’s shoulder and dragged him to his feet. Then he reached for the mirror’s empty frame. Killian glared daggers at him as he turned it over once in his hand.

“Glue in a bit of cheap, ordinary glass and it will fetch a copper or two,” said Blackbeard. He stuffed the frame in with the rest of his belongings, then hauled up the remaining skin of water and took a large swig. Noting the hatred in Killian’s stare, he rolled his eyes and waved at the waterskin Killian was holding, encouraging him to drink.

“The girl has my sympathies,” he remarked mildly. “But not my allegiance. And a broken mirror won’t matter in the slightest once you become the monkeys’ main course.”

In truth, Killian was nearly as angry at himself for being so reckless as he was at Blackbeard for callously destroying the enchanted mirror. But even so, the wanton cruelty of the act filled him with loathing.

“You will regret making an enemy of me,” he snarled. Blackbeard only scoffed.

“Empty threats. Never heard those before.” He once again pointed to Killian’s water. “Now drink up. We’ve a long way to go before nightfall.”

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Native American Heritage Month: Fiction Recommendations

Celebrate Native American Heritage Month by checking out one of these fiction recommendations from your local library!

The Removed by Brandon Hobson

In the fifteen years since their teenage son, Ray-Ray, was killed in a police shooting, the Echota family has been suspended in private grief. The mother, Maria, increasingly struggles to manage the onset of Alzheimer’s in her husband, Ernest. Their adult daughter, Sonja, leads a life of solitude, punctuated only by spells of dizzying romantic obsession. And their son, Edgar, fled home long ago, turning to drugs to mute his feelings of alienation. With the family’s annual bonfire approaching - an occasion marking both the Cherokee National Holiday and Ray-Ray’s death, and a rare moment in which they openly talk about his memory - Maria attempts to call the family together from their physical and emotional distances once more. But as the bonfire draws near, each of them feels a strange blurring of the boundary between normal life and the spirit world. Maria and Ernest take in a foster child who seems to almost miraculously keep Ernest’s mental fog at bay. Sonja becomes dangerously fixated on a man named Vin, despite - or perhaps because of - his ties to tragedy in her lifetime and lifetimes before. And in the wake of a suicide attempt, Edgar finds himself in the mysterious Darkening Land: a place between the living and the dead, where old atrocities echo.

Crooked Hallelujah by Kelli Jo Ford

It's 1974 in the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma and fifteen-year-old Justine grows up in a family of tough, complicated, and loyal women, presided over by her mother, Lula, and Granny. After Justine's father abandoned the family, Lula became a devout member of the Holiness Church - a community that Justine at times finds stifling and terrifying. But Justine does her best as a devoted daughter, until an act of violence sends her on a different path forever. Crooked Hallelujah tells the stories of Justine - a mixed-blood Cherokee woman - and her daughter, Reney, as they move from Eastern Oklahoma's Indian Country in the hopes of starting a new, more stable life in Texas amid the oil bust of the 1980s. However, life in Texas isn't easy, and Reney feels unmoored from her family in Indian Country. Against the vivid backdrop of the Red River, we see their struggle to survive in a world - of unreliable men and near-Biblical natural forces, like wildfires and tornados - intent on stripping away their connections to one another and their very ideas of home.

Betty by Tiffany McDaniel

"A girl comes of age against the knife." So begins the story of Betty Carpenter. Born in a bathtub in 1954 to a Cherokee father and white mother, Betty is the sixth of eight siblings. The world they inhabit is one of poverty and violence - both from outside the family, and also, devastatingly, from within. The lush landscape, rich with birdsong, wild fruit, and blazing stars, becomes a kind of refuge for Betty, but when her family's darkest secrets are brought to light, she has no choice but to reckon with the brutal history hiding in the hills, as well as the heart-wrenching cruelties and incredible characters she encounters in her rural town of Breathed, Ohio. But despite the hardship she faces, Betty is resilient. Her curiosity about the natural world, her fierce love for her sisters, and her father's brilliant stories are kindling for the fire of her own imagination, and in the face of all she bears witness to, Betty discovers an escape: she begins to write. She recounts the horrors of her family's past and present with pen and paper and buries them deep in the dirt - moments that has stung her so deeply, she could not tell them, until now.

When Two Feathers Fell From the Sky by Margaret Verble 

Two Feathers, a young Cherokee horse-diver on loan to Glendale Park Zoo from a Wild West show, is determined to find her own way in the world. Two’s closest friend at Glendale is Hank Crawford, who loves horses almost as much as she does. He is part of a high-achieving, land-owning Black family. Neither Two nor Hank fit easily into the highly segregated society of 1920s Nashville. When disaster strikes during one of Two’s shows, strange things start to happen at the park. Vestiges of the ancient past begin to surface, apparitions appear, and then the hippo falls mysteriously ill. At the same time, Two dodges her unsettling, lurking admirer and bonds with Clive, Glendale’s zookeeper and a World War I veteran, who is haunted - literally - by horrific memories of war. To get to the bottom of it, an eclectic cast of park performers, employees, and even the wealthy stakeholders must come together, making When Two Feathers Fell from the Sky an unforgettable and irresistible tale of exotic animals, lingering spirits, and unexpected friendship.

My Heart is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones

Jade Daniels is an angry, half-Indian outcast with an abusive father, an absent mother, and an entire town that wants nothing to do with her. She lives in her own world, a world in which protection comes from an unusual source: horror movies…especially the ones where a masked killer seeks revenge on a world that wronged them. And Jade narrates the quirky history of Proofrock as if it is one of those movies. But when blood actually starts to spill into the waters of Indian Lake, she pulls us into her dizzying, encyclopedic mind of blood and masked murderers, and predicts exactly how the plot will unfold. Yet, even as Jade drags us into her dark fever dream, a surprising and intimate portrait emerges... a portrait of the scared and traumatized little girl beneath the Jason Voorhees mask: angry, yes, but also a girl who easily cries, fiercely loves, and desperately wants a home. A girl whose feelings are too big for her body.

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Stories from Haven

Just gonna collect Quintas's stories in a collection subdivided by location/game beats. I think I posted this first one here before, but here it is officially (and over on AO3)

Considering the reputation Haven had, Dorian was expecting something a bit more…reverent. 

A storied past -- or was it checkered? -- and its proximity to the Temple of Sacred Ashes should have, at the very least, lent the place a certain character, an atmosphere of mystique, of hushed whispers and wild tales of things seen in the dark of night. 

Mostly it featured the same sort of rough-hewn, slapdash architecture he was beginning to fear was the norm for Ferelden, with an overwhelming stench of wet and dog. Any atmosphere it may have had was overcome with the clash of swords and pitched shouts as the Commander-who-was-definitely-a-Templar tackled the thankless job of turning volunteers into soldiers capable of putting up some degree of a fight.

Probably lost all that mystery once the cult was driven out anyway.

He supposed it could have been worse. Redcliffe had been more robust, better fortified, and the village had offered its fair share of distractions, but it was hard to look at the place and not see all the horrors that had unfolded there -- horrors that very well may still happen, if they didn't put a stop to it. 

And that's why Dorian was here: to help stop it. He'd suffer far worse than suspicious glares and vicious rumors against the bleak backdrop of the rustic south if it meant he could do something, anything, that mattered. 

"You look awfully lost in thought."

His lips were curling up into a grin even before he turned to spot his guest. A responding smile flashed back at him, and maybe it was a touch tired but if Dorian was half as good at reading people as he thought he was, then he could rest assured that it was sincere. Probably one of the only sincere smiles he'd received in this place. 

Not that he needed to be liked; he'd practically cultivated a reputation for being very disliked, and saw no reason for that to change any time soon. Respectability was overrated, anyway.

"I was thinking about cults, actually."

An eyebrow quirked up, one side of the Herald's mouth inching higher in a crooked smile Dorian couldn't help but find charming. 

All of Quintas Lavellan was surprisingly charming, he was discovering -- had been discovering, really, ever since their wild adventure through time. Gossip had reached him before meeting the elf in person, but those whispers hadn't done him justice. He was quiet, but it was the sort of quiet that hid a sharp wit and a dry sense of humor. He was dashing, but in a skills-honed-over-time sort of way. He was decidedly not haughty, and was, quite possibly, one of the most down-to-earth people Dorian had ever met. But then, the rumors had been fueled by humans, and humans didn’t exactly have the best gauge on things elf -- particularly when it came to the Dalish. He imagined a fair amount of them had probably never even met a Dalish elf before in their lives.

"Any specific cult?"

"You're aware of the history of this place, no?"

Quintas shook his head, settling on the bench beside him. "More familiar with Free Marcher history, if I'm honest."

"Oh, right, you're from…"

"Near Ostwick," the elf supplied. "Much farther north." He cocked his head, pursing his lips in thought. Dorian took the opportunity to glance at him sidelong, admire his strong profile. A straight nose defined it, cheekbones a touch on the high side, his gently rounded chin helping to soften it all somewhat. Eyes a pale blue under thick, expressive eyebrows, all capped by auburn hair that perpetually looked like he kept running his fingers through it. 

Dorian bit back another smile as he watched the Herald do exactly that, long, slender fingers winding through his dark locks before he turned toward him again. 

"Was it some Andrastian off-shoot, this cult?" he asked. "I gathered this place was rather important to the Chantry."

"You gathered correctly," Dorian replied with a smile. With Quintas facing him it was easier to see the vallaslin that curled about his left eye, inked in delicate green. "Though they believed they were Andraste's true followers, of course."

"Of course."

"'The Disciples of Andraste,' revering their beloved prophet more than even the Maker, believed she had been reborn to them in the form of a dragon."

Quintas's eyebrows shot up again, a grin teasing at the corners of his lips. 

"You're full of it."

"No, they really did! Word has it the Hero of Ferelden was responsible for…well. I imagine they didn't exactly survive their encounter with him."

"I think I did hear something about the Urn," Quintas mused. "When we were in Redcliffe, Connor mentioned something about it curing his father?"

"The Ashes were said to have healing and restorative properties," Dorian agreed. "Fascinating. Would've loved to have seen that myself."

"And the cult?"

"Maybe not up close and personal," Dorian admitted with a laugh. "But to read Brother Genitivi's writings firsthand would have been worth the risk of coming South, although maybe not during the Blight..."

"Hmm, that's another name I've heard mentioned."

"Genitivi? Very prominent scholar and writer." Dorian glanced over at him again, cocking his head. "How much do you know of the Chantry?"

At that Quintas shrugged. "A few things, I suppose. Enough to know not all of the Chantry's followers are in agreement, but then that whole civil war and Conclave thing kind of tipped me off." He slid his gaze to Dorian, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Why?" he went on, dropping his voice to a low rumble of a whisper. "Do you think it unbecoming of her Herald to know so little about Andraste?"

Dorian couldn't help it --  the shift in pitch, the glint in his eyes and the way he widened them culminating in the desired effect of making the mage laugh. An honest, unabashed sort of laughter Dorian hadn't thought he'd had in him after all these years. But that was just another facet of Quintas, he was discovering: he caught people off-guard.

"It may land you in some hot water," he replied, shaking his head. "Well, hotter water."

"Positively boiling," Quintas agreed sagely, leaning back against the rough wooden wall of the truly humble abode that served Dorian as shelter in this place. "If I'm not careful I might inspire some cults of my own."

"Is that not sacrilegious amongst the Dalish, then?"

He'd meant it as a joke, but Quintas merely shrugged, giving it actual thought. 

"I'm sure they wouldn't like it."

"…'they?'"

"Well, we. The Dalish as a collective group. I wouldn't like it, personally, but not in terms of blasphemy."

"Oh?"

"Not wild about the attention."

Dorian snorted at that, leaning back himself. "I have some very bad news for you, then."

Another slow, small smile, and he wondered what was on the elf's mind, where his thoughts drifted when he gazed up at the sky like he was now. He followed his line of sight, picking out the constellations in the cloudless heavens. What did the stars say to him? Mean to him? What stories did they hold, and how different were they from his own?

"Definitely not great for avoiding attention, is it?" he whispered after a moment, drawing Dorian back down to earth. The mage hummed, turning, and saw the elf had drawn a leg up, foot braced on the bench, arm resting on his knee so he could better see his hand and the mark it bore. It crackled slightly and Quintas shook his hand out, as if discharging some of that built-up energy. 

"I'm afraid not." His eyes were drawn to it, squinting a little past the glow and just making out the delicate runes engraved in the elf's hand. "But at least it's useful in some capacity."

"Some," Quintas agreed, gently curling his fingers into a fist. He tilted his head back, but his gaze was drawn to Dorian this time. "I wish I could remember how I got it." And maybe it was the moonlight and the way it fell all around him, maybe it was the pleasant deepness of his voice, but Dorian was struck, suddenly, with how beautiful he was. He'd thought it before, had noticed his finer qualities back at Redcliffe and on the trek here, but he hadn't known him as well then. An acknowledgement of attraction with no substance, but now…

Dorian cleared his throat, pulling his gaze away from that blue intensity. "Well, if that's a thinly veiled request to go gallivanting through time again, I'm afraid it's out of the question."

Quintas chuckled, and Dorian glanced over in time to see the elf get to his feet. He stretched, and Dorian did his best not to follow the lines of his body, lithe and more muscled than one would have expected, shoulders broadened from years of archery, but it was a futile effort. He was reasonably sure Quintas didn't notice. 

The Herald turned, flashing him another crooked smile.

Reasonably.

"Well you're no fun," he teased, eyes glinting, mischievous, and Dorian scoffed. 

"I am plenty fun, I assure you," he retorted, and that smirk widened. 

"Guess you'll just have to prove that to me one of these days, hm?" and Dorian felt himself grow flustered, like some delicate flower, and Quintas had no business lowering the pitch of his voice so effectively. Dorian was no wilting wallflower; he wasn't one to blush, to get hot and bothered, especially since the bulk of their conversation this evening had been about cults. 

Get a grip, man. 

Quintas, the shameless rogue, merely winked before slipping away as quietly as he'd come. 

[tahomawhisperingwind]

Native American Healing Practices

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Embracing the Spirit of Healing: A Deep Dive into Apache Native American Practices

Imagine standing in the heart of the Arizona desert, surrounded by the soft whispers of the wind and the warmth of the sun kissing your skin. This is not just a landscape; it is a living tapestry woven with the stories, rituals, and healing practices of the Apache people—an ancient culture that integrates nature, spirituality, and community into a profound approach to well-being. What if the secrets to holistic health and emotional balance lie not in sterile clinics but within the vibrant traditions of Native American cultures?

In our fast-paced modern world, where stress and disconnection are rampant, the Apache healing practices offer not just a glimpse into a different way of life but a roadmap for nurturing the spirit. Let’s explore these timeless methods and uncover the wisdom that has been preserved through centuries, illuminating the delicate balance between mind, body, and spirit.

The Heartbeat of Apache Healing Practices

At the core of Apache healing practices lies a deep respect for nature and a profound understanding of its energies. Apache healers, revered figures within their communities, are not merely practitioners of medicine; they are spiritual leaders who guide individuals through their healing journeys. Their approach transcends mere physical ailments, recognizing that true health encompasses mental and spiritual well-being.

Picture an Apache healer, draped in traditional garb, standing proudly in the center of a circle formed by community members. As the sun begins to set, casting a golden hue over the landscape, the healer invokes the spirits of the earth, seeking guidance and wisdom. This is not just a ritual; it is a communal journey that binds the community together, echoing the essence of their ancestors.

Historical Context: Resilience Through Adversity

To understand Apache healing practices fully, one must delve into their historical context. For centuries, the Apache have maintained a symbiotic relationship with the land, a bond that has remained resilient despite the onslaught of conflicts and European colonization. The knowledge passed down through generations has become a lifeline, a source of strength and unity that has enabled the Apache to navigate the storms of history.

Imagine an elder, sitting by a crackling fire, sharing stories of their ancestors and the medicinal plants that grew in the wild. Each tale is a thread in the rich tapestry of Apache culture, emphasizing the importance of preserving traditional knowledge. This historical backdrop is not just a narrative; it is a testament to the resilience of a people who have weathered the storms of time while staying deeply rooted in their healing traditions.

Cultural Significance: Healing as Identity

Apache healing practices carry immense cultural significance, intricately woven into the fabric of their identity. Each ritual and ceremony serves as a powerful reminder of one’s place in the universe. The ceremonies may invoke the spirits of ancestors, celebrate life transitions, or provide solace during times of grief. They symbolize a connection that extends beyond the individual, emphasizing the importance of community involvement in the healing process.

Consider the Enemy Way ceremony, a powerful rite designed to help individuals overcome trauma and restore balance. It is a celebration of life, where community members come together to support one another, embodying the very essence of healing as a shared experience. The Apache view health as a state of harmony among mind, body, and spirit, empowering individuals to embark on a journey of self-awareness and personal growth.

A Journey Through Nature: An Apache Story

In the heart of an Apache village, an elder named Nakai prepares for a healing ceremony. The air is thick with anticipation, and the scent of sage wafts through the air. As Nakai gathers herbs from the surrounding landscape, he is reminded of the teachings of his ancestors—each plant, a guardian of wisdom and healing.

As dusk sets in, community members gather around a fire, their faces illuminated by flickering flames. Nakai begins to share his journey of healing, a story that intertwines the wisdom of nature with the power of spirit. He speaks of the transformative nature of weaving—a practice passed down through generations. For Nakai, weaving is not just an art; it is a ritual that allows individuals to process grief and celebrate life.

Through his storytelling, Nakai emphasizes the importance of listening to the earth, reminding his audience that healing is not solely an internal affair; it is a dialogue between the self and the natural world. The medicinal plants, he explains, are not just remedies but allies in the journey toward wholeness.

Community-Based Health Methods: A Tapestry of Healing

Apache healing practices encompass a range of methods that reflect the community’s deep-rooted connection to the land. Herbal remedies—such as sage for cleansing and echinacea for immunity—serve as potent tools for physical healing. These plants are not merely ingredients; they are part of a larger narrative that celebrates the earth’s gifts.

In addition to herbal medicine, Apache healing includes traditional ceremonies that foster emotional and spiritual healing. The Enemy Way ceremony, for instance, employs songs, dances, and communal support to help individuals navigate trauma. The healing process is akin to a river, flowing through the collective experiences of the community, each person contributing to the current of resilience.

Practical Applications: Bridging Ancient Wisdom with Modern Life

Apache healing practices resonate deeply in contemporary society, offering valuable insights into holistic health. As stress levels rise and disconnection from nature becomes more prevalent, the principles of Apache healing provide a necessary counterbalance.

Integrating herbal remedies like chamomile for relaxation or practicing meditation and prayer can enhance overall well-being. These practices serve as gentle reminders to pause, reflect, and reconnect with ourselves and the world around us. In a time where technology often isolates us, the Apache teachings encourage us to cultivate community and shared experiences, fostering a sense of belonging and connection.

Modern Relevance: A Call to Remember

As we navigate the complexities of modern life, the teachings of the Apache offer a beacon of hope. Their practices remind us that healing is not a solitary journey; it is a communal experience, deeply intertwined with the natural world. In a society that often prioritizes individualism, the Apache perspective invites us to embrace a holistic view of health that honors the interconnectedness of all beings.

As we reflect on the wisdom of the Apache, we are called to honor their traditions and incorporate their principles into our lives. By fostering a deeper connection with nature, engaging in community rituals, and prioritizing holistic well-being, we can embark on a journey toward healing that transcends the boundaries of time and culture.

Conclusion: A Tapestry of Connection

In the vibrant landscape of Apache culture, healing is not simply an act; it is a way of life. The practices that have emerged from this rich tradition offer profound insights into the nature of health, reminding us of the intricate dance between mind, body, and spirit. As we close this exploration, we are left with a thought-provoking question: How can we weave the threads of Apache wisdom into the fabric of our own lives, fostering a deeper connection with nature and each other?

By embracing the spirit of healing that the Apache embody, we can cultivate not only our own well-being but also contribute to a greater tapestry of connection that honors the wisdom of the earth and the resilience of the human spirit. As we journey through life, let us listen to the whispers of the wind and the heartbeat of the earth, for therein lies the path to true healing.

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[sinceileftyoublog]

Emily Barker Interview: Zooming In & Zooming Out

Photo by Luke David Kellett

BY JORDAN MAINZER

It's easy, and perhaps accurate, to call Fragile as Humans (Everyone Sang/Kartel Music Group) Emily Barker's most personal album to date. It was written in both hemispheres of the world, following Barker as she moved from her home in England to her native Australia. Its songs ooze a sense of specificity, inspired by brief moments of reflection and nostalgia as well as longer-term struggle and grief. Independent of whether the songs are true stories, though, they all tug at a phrase Barker said to me over Zoom back in March: "collective vulnerability." It's right there in the album's title and pervasive in its songs. Whether Barker's playing solo with minimal arrangements, encouraged by album producer Luke Potashnick, or backed by an expert band of Tim Harries (electric and double bass/piano/string arrangements), Tom Visser (drums) and Richard Causon (keys), she's all the while marveling at the weight of life.

Whether you're the type of person who looks at total strangers and makes up stories about them or sits there dying to know the real story of their lives, Fragile as Humans is the record for you, ever-curious. No, I don't mention that because one of its many highlights, the warm "Wild to be Sharing This Moment", was inspired by a similar people-watching experience Barker had. Throughout the album, she paints a picture of characters--previous versions of herself ("Call it a Day"), a boy with a Chicago Bulls hat pointed as far upward as Michael Jordan's outstretched silhouetted arm ("Fragile as Humans"), a dying Sir David Attenborough ( "Acisoma".)--all representative of universal truths. Life, like people, is fragile. Things end, including life itself. Difficulty can make you stronger. "The good times are all very well, but we don't survive that way," Barker opines on "Call it a Day", a song whose instrumental journey backs up her claim, as noisy strings and eerily discordant vocals give way to easy, strummed guitars. It's one of many moments on Fragile as Humans where Barker wears wisdom well.

As it turned out, though, Barker would need to heed her own advice. "Feathered Thing", whose title is inspired by Emily Dickinson's "'Hope' is the thing with feathers", broadly details a trying time for Barker and her partner as they tried to have a child. After many failed IVF cycles and losses, they decided not to try for kids anymore or even adopt. Barker eventually got pregnant after that decision but had a miscarriage. Intersecting moods of hope and despair sprout via the song's contrasting textures, Barker's voice, bass drones, and Reichian strings rubbing elbows with pounding piano and thumping drums. Best, the song provides a backdrop for Fragile as Humans' greatest moment of empathy, the aforementioned "Wild to be Sharing This Moment". Barker was waiting for a train and found herself imagining the lives of everyone around her, placing each person simultaneously within the story of their own lives and among global conflict. She tosses off some pearls of wisdom, like, "How can we study the wounds of our history and still send our children to war?" Most importantly, though, the song, with its built-up snare drums, buoyant acoustic guitar, sharp piano, and expansive steel guitar, uses both a microscope and a bird's eye view to consider the other, a plea for stepping back and observing in a world of shouting. After all, with everything so fragile, yelling and screaming can fracture.

Read my conversation with Barker below, edited for length and clarity, as she called in from Austin where she was performing at SXSW. We talked about the cycle of life, the power of being in spaces once occupied by geniuses, her very contemporary influences, and, yes, the Bulls.

Since I Left You: On Fragile as Humans, some of the songs are solo and more intimate-sounding, and some have a full band. Meanwhile, it's definitely a "personal" album, but it delves into a variety of topics from your life. How do you go about sequencing and creating a whole record that balances everything?

Emily Barker: Whenever I start writing, I work quite cyclically in terms of being creative. Right now, having made a record, I'll think of myself as more of a collector than a songwriter for a while. I just write notes and save them for later and sing and play guitar and piano into my phone. I'm not so keen on sitting down and doing the hard work of piecing it all together. When I first started doing the hard work and piecing things together for this album, I tried to start writing without thinking about it as an album. I would write about what I was currently exploring, whether actively trying to learn about something in particular or exploring a personal situation and putting it into song. I often find that if I [write] without the intention of trying to write towards a theme, I'll find that five songs later I accidentally have been writing about something that feels connected. A theme or themes will start to emerge, and then I'll start writing to that [theme] or through the lens of that [theme]. I often write 25 songs for an album and whittle it down with a producer towards the 10 or 12 it will be.

SILY: What was the first song you wrote for Fragile as Humans?

EB: "Acisoma", the last song on the album. I really wanted to break some of my patterns, which are quite easy to fall into when you've been writing for such a long time. In terms of chord progressions or melodies, I wanted to try to snap myself out of those modes. I wrote a lot of this album on the piano, which I had done a bit of, but most [of my previous] songs were written on guitar. The great thing about piano is it allows you to chromatically move and sound better than on a guitar. It sounds more angular. There's something quite fluid about piano. I wrote on a postcard, which I had stuck to the wall in my writing room, [the word] "experiment." So "Acisoma" was the first song I wrote after [reminding myself to experiment], and it ended up being on the album, which was a big sort of experimentation. I started moving my hands around on the piano and didn't know what chords I was playing, but I tried to get that out of my head. It sounds really simple. I learned on something that felt good and experimented with my voice a bit. I wanted to use my voice as an instrument in a way I hadn't done before. On that song in particular, I was inspired by Aldous Harding and how she uses her voice in certain songs. It sounds like a woodwind instrument. It's quite affected in moments. I'm definitely not as extreme [as that,] but it was on my mind.

SILY: Does the title of that song refer to a type of insect?

EB: It's a dragonfly. I was watching a nature documentary, and [Sir] David Attenborough was narrating it. It's quite a big, heavy thing, but the album circles the theme of death, and I was thinking about life cycles and this particular dragonfly called Attenborough's pintail from Madagascar. It was named in honor of him for all of the work he's done. It only lives for a few days but has this whole arc to its life cycle, this whole journey. I was thinking about time and life and death and Attenborough himself, having watched him so closely his entire life and [him] having such a deep understanding of life cycles. He's 94 [editor's note: Attenborough is now 97] and thinking about perhaps whether he...has a different view of death than a lot of us due to his study of the animal kingdom. Western society tends to push [death] to the side, and we don't accept it. We do everything to distract ourselves from the fact that we will all die. [laughs]

SILY: When you recorded the song, you were told that another singer who sings a lot about life and death, Nick Cave, at one point sang into the same microphone. Learning that actually informed your delivery. Has that ever happened to you before, where another artist you admire has been in the same spot you are right then and there and it affects you like that?

EB: I am so glad that Luke [Potashnick,] the producer, told me that. We recorded it in England in this old stone building, and it was quite overcast that day. There was something very intimate and introverted about it, so knowing Nick Cave had sung into that microphone gave me a little bit of confidence and a certain mood, as well, to deliver the message of the song.

SILY: The story reminds me of the Portlandia "These are the original keys used on Pet Sounds" sketch.

EB: [laughs]

SILY: But I feel like I would feel that weirdly cosmic connection, too!

EB: Definitely. I love that series as well. I want to rewatch it. It's so great.

SILY: "Call It A Day" refers to another big change for you that contextualizes this record. You moved back to Australia after two decades living in the UK. Does that song instrumentally mirror your journey living in the UK? It starts out eerily discordant and ends much warmer.

EB: That's interesting. I was living in Stroud for 13 years. At that point, I knew I was going to be leaving and felt this nostalgia already creeping in a bit, and a bit bitter about the state of affairs in the UK politically, just coming out of the pandemic and Brexit. [The song's] sort of got this British or folk element to it. Joni-esque, I suppose with the chords and strumming pattern. When we got into production, we wanted to speak to all of the other songs in terms of the sound palette. I think that's what you're saying with the softing it out.

SILY: At first, the strings are a little noisy, and your vocals are affected.

EB: Yeah, quite affected, and then it gets smoother as it moves through the song. That's a production thing, mostly, with Luke. I love what we did with that one.

SILY: On "Wild to Be Sharing This Moment", you're looking at strangers around you and wondering what their lives are like but also considering the state of the world. Is songwriting for you a way to process that mix of marveling at the world's wonders while having the capacity to be shocked at the gloom of it?

EB: Totally. It's that zooming in and zooming out thing. That song was me having an overwhelming sudden realization--it's not the first time I felt it--but when you're in a public space, and you're essentially people-watching, and you see all these strangers around you. Often, in the city, people can be introverted in their own little worlds, reading a book or listening to a music or podcast or sleeping on public transport. You have this realization that everybody has their whole lives, everything they're dealing with and have inherited from parents and grandparents, where they're from, and what their morning's been like in the lead-up to them being where they are. I felt overwhelmed by how vulnerable everybody is; that's on the zoomed-in level. Zooming out, on a mass scale, thinking about wars in different regions and all those people who are experiencing [them,] they all have their own personal worlds and lives as well. [I was thinking about] our collective vulnerability as human beings and the state of the world and feeling like it's very easy to be divided now along the lines of social media and algorithmic manipulation. We need to be able to listen to each other more and understand the life and point of view each person brings to the table. That's not necessarily saying we all should agree, but to at least listen and get some context for why people think what they think. The song is a reminder of that every time I perform it. There's been a good response to it; people feel the same thing. It's a call to compassion.

SILY: A lot of artists ended up dropping out of SXSW, playing the non-official showcases only. Gruff Rhys wrote a post that included the sentiment, "I'm choosing to not participate, but a lot of artists are still participating because they'll go into crippling debt if they don't play these shows." It was a thoughtful, good reminder of what you're talking about.

EB: That's great. I found out the day I landed [about people pulling out] and was like, "Oh, shit." It sounds like he put it well. It seems a bit narrow-minded to assume that somebody who chooses to do their official showcase is in support of the war in Palestine. It's really hard to navigate, isn't it? We could have a whole different conversation about that.

I was listening to Sarah Wilson's podcast the other day, and she was in conversation with Maggie Jackson about her new book Uncertain. It talks about us as humans sitting in uncertainty for a moment. So much is so complex--not just life in general, not just in Palestine--but taking a moment before responding or reposting, making sure you read the article, not feeling like you have to respond to something immediately or via social media at all. There are so many ways we can respond to crises. It's a very important conversation, taking action in other ways and direct ways where we can have influence. I do think social media is an important tool, but it's not the only tool.

SILY: One of the ways to take action is to share your own perspective and stories. It seems like the most honest thing to do.

EB: It can take a moment to find your truth because it's so loud out there.

SILY: You share your perspectives and stories quite a bit on Fragile as Humans. The lead single, "Feathered Thing", is specifically about something pretty difficult in your life. Have you played that song live?

EB: I have.

SILY: Do you explain the song's context when playing it?

EB: What I tend to say live is, "This song tries to balance hope and grief, and the imagery in it is inspired by Emily Dickinson's poem ''Hope' is the thing with feathers', and there's more to it as well." I don't delve into the personal grief. The song's open enough that people can bring their own narrative to it, I suppose. It's felt good to perform it. I have talked about what the song's about in some other interviews, so I feel comfortable to do that if you want to. I think it's something universal. We all have loss in our lives. It's unavoidable. It's important to sit in that grief or discomfort to give them the respect they deserve, in a way.

SILY: You mentioned "Wild To Be Sharing This Moment" was inspired instrumentally by some contemporary artists you admire, and you've already named Aldous Harding as an influence. When I heard the banjo on "Small We Start", I couldn't help but think that the folksier country music en vogue in independent music today is something you've been doing for a while. Is that something you've noticed, and if so, what are your feelings about that trend?

EB: I think it's great. There are so many artists like Phoebe Bridgers who are classic songwriters in so many ways. I love that about her songwriting. It feels like it's come back around a bit. When I first started doing music, it wasn't long after O Brother, where art thou? came out, and Lucinda Williams' Car Wheels on a Gravel Road was taking off, as well as Gillian Welch's Time (The Revelator). That sort of music never went away, but I think people like Phoebe Bridgers bringing it into the mainstream is pretty awesome...bands like Big Thief, too. I'm in awe of [Adrianne Lenker's] solo stuff and the band's stuff. The songs stand on their own before anything is added to them. To me, that's what sets it apart. You don't need production at all. You could hear it on piano or guitar and it would be there in its fullness.

SILY: You refined these songs opening for Mary Chapin Carpenter, right?

EB: In the summer of 2022, I had met Luke Potashnick, the producer, and we started doing some pre-production, and going through everything put the songs under a microscope. I loved that; it was the first time I had done that with a producer. He comes from a songwriting background, so I really trusted his feedback. It was just minor tweaks here and there, like, "What do you think about this line?" Often, it would be the line that wasn't a placeholder but one I hadn't cracked that worked just "well enough." It was amazing that we had a similar view on stuff. When I went on tour with Mary with all these notes, in hotel rooms or on the bus, I was tweaking these songs and performing them live. I often find that when you perform them in front of an audience and hear yourself singing these lyrics or playing certain chord progressions, you can really be more objective about it. That was great to do before heading into the studio because I felt fit for many live takes having been on the road almost every night.

SILY: Did you take anything specifically from being on tour with Mary and watching her play?

EB: All the time. I've done six [tours with her] in the US and UK. I love how she connects with her audiences. She's such an introvert as a person but such a brilliant performer. I love how softly she speaks to people. You don't have to be larger than life. People are on the edge of their seat leaning in, instead of thinking, "Woah, this is a lot!" People listen. Her songs are so moving. I also think she's someone who has had a long career who has her hits from back in the day, but her passion is with her newer material. It's so profound what she writes about now and how she writes about it. I'm constantly inspired by her. She's a really dear friend after all the tours we've done together.

SILY: On the title track, you sing about falling for someone "with a Bulls cap turned to the sky." Are you referring to the Chicago Bulls?

EB: Yes. This was the 90's--Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen, Dennis Rodman era. I was this huge NBA Basketball fan, even though I was from this tiny country town in the southwest of Australia. My brothers and I would buy the cards and play basketball before and after school. There was this one kid who I just adored--he was so lovely--he was a Maori kid from New Zealand who was great at basketball who always wore a Bulls cap to the side.

SILY: A lot of the dynasty team just came back here for an anniversary celebration, including Australia's own Luc Longley.

EB: Wow!

SILY: From what I understand, he's involved in marine conservation. And these days, he looks a lot like a 7-foot-tall Jeff Tweedy.

EB: That's hard to imagine. I'll have to look him up.

SILY: Can you tell me about the cover art for Fragile as Humans?

EB: For the first time, I was able to work with a creative agency, Headjam, based in New South Wales in Australia. I had a meeting with them--8 people, graphic designers, photographers, videographers--and they had my mini blurb about each song and the record. They asked me so many questions about the album, what films I love, what books I read, what art I enjoy, to get an idea of my personal aesthetic, I suppose. The album cover comes from [a line on] the song "The Quiet Ways", "budding branch on fallen tree," and it's partly inspired by [the line on] "Feathered Thing", "I went to the burnt-out woods / A tourist with some damaged goods." In Australia, just like many other parts of the world, we deal with fire. It's that balance of hope and grief where a piece of wood has been burned but there's green growing from it. It was amazing to work with this team of professionals and not have to come up with ideas. They came back with this beautiful package, a video treatment for "Wild to Be Sharing", and the graphics and photography of the album. It feels like a strong continuation of the narrative. It feels really cohesive. I love what they've come up with.

SILY: How many of these songs have you played live?

EB: I have played most of them live. I haven't played "Acisoma", but the other ones I think I have. I'm doing solo gigs at the moment here, so I'll just play 3 of them. A couple more if there's a piano.

SILY: Do you have a favorite of them to play?

EB: I love doing "Wild to Be Sharing This Moment", especially in a crowd that's there with you, where I can get them to sing the "ooh"s and "aah"s. It's a reinforcement of us being together in that very moment.

SILY: Are you the type of songwriter who's always writing? Is there anything next for you?

EB: I'm in that collector phase, a couple of verses here and there for things. I like to just play and not put pressure on myself to finish anything. Start things and keep them for later down the road. I've finished a couple of things, some collaborative songs I did for other people.

SILY: Is there anything you've been listening to, watching, or reading lately that's caught your attention?

EB: Sarah Wilson's podcast Wild. She interviews the greatest minds on the issues that are most of our moment. It's so inspiring how she holds complexities. She's quite brave speaking how a lot of us feel but haven't articulated yet. I love her point of view. I also subscribe to her Substack. She's my everything at the moment.

I went to a great bookshop in Austin the other day called Alienated Majesty. I got a few poetry books. I love poetry, and whenever I'm in the States or the UK, I focus on getting poets from the place I'm in. I got Larry Levis' Winter Stars.

SILY: Are you coming to Chicago?

EB: I will be. I'm not sure when. I'm coming back to the US at the end of May. When the record comes out, I'll be in the UK doing record stores, and I'll come over here and do lots of in-stores, too. That's still being put together.

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12 best interesting places to visit in Kashmir.

Introuction:

Often referred to as "paradise on earth", Kashmir is a region of stunning beauty lying in the northern part of India. With its snow-capped mountains, pristine lakes, lush gardens and rich cultural heritage, Kashmir has long been sought after by travelers in search of natural beauty and tranquility.  From the magnificent Dal Lake a located in Srinagar to the wilds of Gulmarg, Kashmir treks offer a unique blend of natural wonders and historical marvels Exploring Kashmir’s top attractions is an experience like no other. Surrounded by the majestic Jabarwan Ranges, the tranquil waters of Dal Lake provide a stunning backdrop to hunting grounds and observe the local lifestyle.

The Mughal Gardens transport visitors to the era of the Mughal Emperors through their stunning architecture and on the bright colors that calm these down. They found comfort in the provinces. Whether you are a trek enthusiast, a nature lover or a history buff, places to visit in Kashmir have something to offer for everyone. From trekking through the beautiful wilds of Gulmarg to exploring the ancient Amarnath caves, every destination promises an unforgettable experience. With its rich cultural heritage, warm hospitality and unparalleled natural beauty, Kashmir truly lives up to its reputation as a "paradise on earth". In this comprehensive guide, we'll take you on a journey to the best places in Kashmir, covering everything from things to look out for to insider tips to get your trip done very useful. Get ready to be mesmerized by the beauty of this amazing region and create memories that will last a lifetime.

Best Places to Visit in Kashmir for Your 2024 Trip

Dal Sarovar

The jewel of Srinagar One of the best places to visit in Kashmir, Dal Lake is the crown jewel of Srinagar, a must-visit spot for anyone seeking the breathtaking beauty of this region Surrounded by majestic Jabarwan Mountains, a lake that is this wonder perfectly represents the natural splendor of Kashmir . A hunting trip on the tranquil waters of Dal Lake is a must-have experience on the list of every traveler visiting J&K. During your hunting trip you will discover the unique lifestyle of the locals who call the lake houseboats their home. From floating vegetable markets to quaint handicraft shops, Dal Lake offers a glimpse into the rich cultural heritage of Kashmir. The best time to visit Dal Lake is in the months from May-December when the weather is pleasant and the lake conditions are very beautiful If you visit Kashmir in winter, hunting stay at frozen Dal Lake is inside a magical experience that you should not so they will miss.

Mughal Gardens

 A glimpse of paradise Mughal gardens in Kashmir are a testament to the region’s rich history and architectural marvels. Designed by the Mughal emperors, this beautiful garden gives us a glimpse of the paradise they wanted to create on earth. Among the top 5 places to visit in Kashmir, Mughal Gardens is a real delight for nature lovers and history buffs. Famous Mughal gardens in Kashmir include Shalimar Bagh, Nishat Bagh and Chashmeshahi. Each garden is a masterpiece, with manicured lawns, cascading streams and colorful flower beds creating a stunning landscape During the spring and summer months, when the gardens are in full bloom, a visit to the Mughal Gardens is not to be missed. But even in the summer, the parks offer a quiet, peaceful escape from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Gulmarg

A  meadow of flowers Aptly named as "Lady of Flowers", Gul Marg is one of the top places to visit in J&K for adventure enthusiasts and nature lovers It is located at an altitude of 2730 meters above sea level, that mountain is this iconic station a winter wonderland that attracts skiers and snowboarders from around the world The highlight of the Gulmarg trek is the iconic Gulmarg Gondola, which is one of the highest cable cars in the world, offering breathtaking views of snow-capped mountains and pristine landscapes For adventure seekers ground, Gulmarg offers a variety of activities like skiing, snowshoeing and trekking for trekking. Gulmarg is primarily known as a summer destination, but it’s also a beautiful place to walk in the summer months, when the meadows are carpeted with vibrant wildflowers and the temperature is mild and pleasant.

Pahalgam

Valley of cattle Nestled between high mountains and pristine rivers, Pahalgam is one of the best places in Kashmir for nature lovers. Known as the "Valley of the Cowboys," this picturesque town is a popular destination for hiking and camping trips. During the summer months from May to September, the lush meadows and scenery of Pahalgam attract tourists from all over the world. The town is also a great starting point for popular destinations like the Lidder Valley and the Kolahoi Glacier. In winter, Pahalgam turns into a snow paradise, making it one of the top destinations in J&K during December and winter months for tourists to enjoy exciting activities like snow skiing, sledding and snowboarding.

Sonamarga - meadows of gold

Aptly nicknamed the "Golden Meadow", Sona Road is a magnificent place that should be on every traveller's list of top 5 places to visit in Kashmir. At an altitude of 2800 meters, this spectacular mountain valley offers panoramic views of glaciers, snow-capped mountains and ancient grasslands. During the summer months, Sonamarg is a popular destination for trekking and camping, and several scenic routes to scenic spots like Thajiwas Glacier and Vishansar Lake City are also a place beginning the famous Amarnath Yatra, an annual pilgrimage to the holy Amarnath Cave. In winter, Sona Marg turns into a winter wonderland, making it one of the best places to visit in Kashmir for skiing, snowboarding, sledding and other snow-related activities December to February is ideal as you will enjoy the winter magic of Sona Marg.

Dachigam National Park - Home of Hangul

For wildlife lovers and nature lovers, Dachigam National Park is a must visit when exploring places to visit in J&K Located in the heart of the Jabarwan range, this national park is home to the rare and endangered Hangul tree, also known as the home of the Kashmir dog.Dachigam National Park offers visitors the opportunity to see a variety of flora and fauna including black bears, leopards and various birds The park is open throughout the year, but in spring and summer from May to September when the weather is mild the ground was lush green For those who visit Kashmir in winter, Dachigam National Park offers a unique experience, offering an opportunity to see the inhabitants of the park in their natural habitat in a snowy environment.

Amarnath Cave - A revered pilgrim site

 Amarnath Cave is one of the top 5 most revered places in Kashmir for Hindu pilgrims and trek enthusiasts. Located at an altitude of 3,888 meters in the Himalayas, this holy cave is believed to be the abode of Lord Shiva, making it a prime pilgrimage destination Every year, thousands of devotees embark on the arduous Amarnath pilgrimage, which takes them to spectacular sacred caves dotted with glaciers and mountain passes. June to August is considered the best time for this trek as the weather is ideal for the rigorous trek. For non-travellers, Amarnath Caves remain one of the best places in J&K for natural beauty and exploration opportunities. Trekking through the cave is a thrilling experience, offering breathtaking views of the Himalayas, pristine lakes and spectacular glaciers. Visitors to Kashmir in winter can also experience the magic of Amarnath Cave, as it turns into a frozen wonderland, with snowflakes hanging over the cave and the surrounding areas covered in snow. December and January are ideal months to experience this unique winter landscape. Irrespective of the season, a visit to Amarnath Caves is a must for anyone seeking spiritual enlightenment or an unforgettable journey in the lap of nature It is undoubtedly one of the best places in Kashmir, which offers a unique blend of religious significance and natural splendour.

Best time to visit Kashmir

The best time to visit Kashmir depends a lot on what you want and what kind of experience you are looking for. If you want to find the best places to visit in Kashmir, including the top 5 places like Dal Sarovar, Mughal Udyan and Gul Marg, then the months from May to October are considered ideal During this time, the weather is pleasant and the stunning landscapes of Kashmir are lush, making it the perfect time for outdoor activities like trekking, camping and sightseeing, especially in the warm months of May and October convenience and low crowds, making them a great time to visit. However, if you are interested in experiencing the winter wonderland of Kashmir, December to February is the best time to visit. In Jammu and Kashmir, places that can be visited in winter like Gul Marg, Pahalgam and Sona Marg, are transformed into magical snow-covered areas offering opportunities for skiing, snowboarding and other winter sports.

How did he reach Kashmir?

Kashmir is well connected by air, rail and road, making it easily accessible from different parts of India and the world.

By Air: Srinagar International Airport is the main gateway to Kashmir, with direct flights from major cities like Delhi, Mumbai and Jammu.

By Train: The nearest major railway station is in Jammu, which is well connected to other parts of India. From Jammu, one can take a bus or take a taxi to anywhere in Kashmir.

By Road: Kashmir can be reached by road from various cities in north India, such as Delhi, Chandigarh and Jammu. The trek offers panoramic views of the Himalayas and can be quite an adventure.

Where to stay in Kashmir

Kashmir offers a wide range of accommodation options to suit any budget and preference. From luxury resorts and houseboats on Dal Lake to budget hotels and guesthouses, there is something for everyone. For those looking for a different experience, a houseboat ride on Dal Lake is a must. These floating residences offer a glimpse into the traditional Kashmiri lifestyle and breathtaking views of the lake and surrounding mountains In popular areas like Gulmarg and Pahalgam, you will find many resorts and hotels with different budgets. These places offer easy access to the best places in Kashmir, making it convenient for travellers.

Tips for visiting Kashmir

Respect local customs and dress appropriately, especially when visiting religious sites.

Be prepared for sudden weather changes and carry appropriate clothing and gear.

Hire a local guide for a hike or explore off the beaten track.

Try local Kashmiri dishes, including Wajwan, Kahwa and Kashmiri Pulao.

Shop for authentic Kashmiri handicrafts, such as pashmina scarves, wood carvings and papier-mâché items.

Be mindful of your surroundings and follow any safety advice from local authorities.

Conclusion:

Kashmir, the "paradise on earth", should be on every traveler's bucket list. From the tranquil waters of Dal Lake to the snow-capped peaks of Gul Marg, Kashmir’s tourist destinations offer a unique blend of natural beauty, adventure and cultural richness Whether you are seeking spiritual enlightenment at the revered Amarnath Cave, marveling at the architectural wonder of the Mughal Gardens or indulging in the thrilling winter sports at Pahalgam, Kashmir has something to offer it will provide every visitor .

Though the best time to visit Kashmir can vary depending on your preference, the months of May-December are particularly conducive to seeing the various attractions of the region Lush meadows and flowering gardens on it is a beautiful scenery in May, snowy landscapes in December turn Kashmir into a winter wonderland Top 5 places to visit in Kashmir, such as Gul Marg, Pahalgam, Sona Marg, Dal Sarovar and Mughal Gardens require careful consideration of travel, accommodation and local customs to plan a trip but well prepared and open minded in your journey through the best of places of J&K will be an unforgettable journey. So, whether you are looking for a serene getaway or an adrenaline-packed adventure, Kashmir promises to captivate your senses and leave memories that will last a lifetime. Embrace the beauty, culture and hospitality of this magnificent region and experience the true essence of "paradise on earth".

Q: What are the most popular places to visit in Kashmir?

 The top areas are Dal Sarovar, Gul Marg, Pahalgam, Mughal Udyan and Sona Marg.

Q: Is it safe for tourists to visit Kashmir?

 Yes, Kashmir is generally safe for tourists, but it is advisable to check travel advisories to avoid areas of conflict or violence.

Q: When is the best time to visit Kashmir?

The best seasons are May through October for pleasant weather and December through February for winter sports and snow activities.

Q: How to get to Kashmir from Delhi?

You can go directly to Srinagar from Delhi, or take a train/bus to Jammu and then to Kashmir.

Q: What are the must-try Kashmiri dishes?

Some popular dishes are wajwan (multi-course meal), kahwa (green tea), rogan josh (lamb curry), and Kashmiri pulao.

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Bag/Louis Vuitton

Remembering the Massively Popular Louis Vuitton Tivoli Bag

The Louis Vuitton monogram.

Much has been said about it, more has been written about it, and many continue to don it on their persons well into the modern day. We’ve seen it printed on canvas, embossed in leather, sewn onto denim, defiled with graffiti, rendered blindingly atop eye-watering exotics, and furnished otherwise upon every surface conceivable.

Nevertheless, today’s designers must continue to reinvent, reimagine, or regurgitate the logo by any means possible, coming every new season, style, trend, or micro-trend. Well into the 128th year of its existence, Georges Vuitton’s envisioning of his father’s initials remains alive and kicking.

Yet, there’s some quaint, old-worldly charm to the monogram in its most original (though far from pristine) form, in chocolate canvas with honey Vachetta, living its best life alongside its carrier busy living theirs.That’s precisely what drew me towards a certain elegant lady in the wild the other day, an artfully battered (but not immediately identifiable) Vuitton piece nestled into the crook of her arm; its zipped top left consciously unfastened, and a little gold medallion dangling off of the end.

A quick bout of obsessive Googling revealed it to be the Tivoli satchel, leaving me wondering why the noughties’ fashionista-favorite, discontinued for nearly a decade now, was axed in the first place. Let us, therefore, revel yet again in the wonderful world of the Louis Vuitton Monogram and fondly reminisce about the Tivoli.

In True Y2K Fashion

At the very cusp of human civilization, when the Twilight franchise and the Sex and the City movie had both just premièred – scarring fans forever in the process – and the frenzied hyperabundance of the Y2K was swiftly giving way to an impending sense of post-recessionary gloom, the Tivoli quietly made its debut.

In fact, named after the scenic town in the Italian countryside, its launch as a part of the wider Louis Vuitton Fall 2008 collection lacked much of the obligatory fanfare that generally goes into making an it-bag. Similarly sterile was the lookbook for the lineup, the Tivoli discreetly tucked away into the arms of Scarlett Johansson and Laetitia Casta (shot by Annie Leibovitz), with Paris’ Pont Neuf in the backdrop.

But occasionally, a bag rises from the ranks of the ordinary, and that’s precisely what the Tivoli did. Only ever manufactured in the classic monogram canvas, what made it distinctive was the inverted pleating and curved top – an homage to the architectural feats of its namesake town steeped in history – the engraved gold-tone Medallion zipper-pull the final finishing touch!

Rise of Function, Death of Fashion?

Now that I think about it, it appears that the Tivoli was to Louis Vuitton what the Medallion Tote was to Chanel (in that both featured the ornamental charm and were released and discontinued roughly around the same timeframe).

But while the Medallion certainly received its fair share of reality TV airtime (on the arms of Lauren Conrad in The Hills, specifically), the Tivoli mostly remained obscure among celebrity circles. Did that stop it from being sold out in stores? Not really, with buyer waitlists known to stretch for months!

The Tivoli highlighted, perhaps for the first time in the decade, a marked shift in the Y2K aesthetic: from the excessively ornamented to a more streamlined, practical silhouette targeted to the everyday user.

Of course, this is Louis Vuitton we speak of; we wouldn’t expect the house to do away with flashy logos just yet. But perhaps, with the two different sizing options PM (handheld) and the GM (with adjustable handles), secure zip-top, and spacious interior, it paved the way for the Proenza PS1s and Céline Luggages of the future.

Nevertheless, in a world still dominated by the hefty Chloé Paddington and Marc Jacobs’ sizeable Stam bag, the Tivoli, despite being a success story in its own right, clearly didn’t stand a chance of permanence.

And that’s exactly what happened.

Too Soon to Say Goodbye?

By the time the 2010s had rolled in, the it-bags of the yesteryears had already begun their downward trajectory, with the discontinuation of the Paddington in 2010, the Fendi Spy in 2012, and finally the Stam in 2013. Therefore, the fact that the Tivoli even made it into 2014, six years since its launch, was astonishing.

In handbag terms, after all, six years is quite the episode, especially when you’ve got a barrage of similarly monogrammed styles (that are heavier on function than fashion) populating the brand’s stores. And that’s exactly what the state of Louis Vuitton was like when Jacobs departed as the brand’s creative lead in 2014.

In the major shake-up that followed with the appointment of Nicolas Ghesquière, not only the Tivoli but the Palermo, the Trevi, and a whole bunch of closely resembling canvas pieces – all with varying degrees of pleating and/or zipped construction – were put under the chopping block, much to the dismay of buyers (ironically enough – the brand went onto to introduce yet another pleated zip-top style, the Turenne, later that year, which too was subsequently discontinued).

The Trevi was a popular alternative to the Tivoli at the time.

All this to say, in the race to continue and discontinue, where does that leave the average buyer such as ourselves? Perhaps the production halts of these much-beloved older designs marked the first step in what many have harked as the demise of the monogram canvas. Or perhaps it was really a move to popularize its permanent collections – the Speedy, the Neverfull, and the Alma.

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A Quick Guide to a Memorable Family Vacation in Florida: Beaches, Theme Parks, and Beyond

Florida, the Sunshine State: A paradise adorned with endless sandy shores, shimmering waters, thrill-packed theme parks, and an atmosphere that whispers, “vacation”. If you’ve been considering a family vacation in Florida, you’ve chosen the perfect destination. This blog post promises to be your roadmap to the most unforgettable Florida adventures. Let’s dive right in, shall we?

Florida’s Fabulous Beaches: A Slice of Paradise

Ah, the Sunshine State beaches. If there’s one thing Florida is universally acclaimed for, it’s its sun-kissed coastlines that stretch as far as the eyes can see. 

Let’s set our sights first on Clearwater Beach. Close your eyes, and imagine the feel of sugary white sands between your toes and the sound of gentle waves teasing the shores. As the sun sets, the vibrant activities near Pier 60 begin. Fire jugglers, craft vendors, and musicians; every evening feels like a carnival.

Not too far south, Miami’s iconic South Beach beckons. The Art Deco buildings paint a picturesque backdrop, but what truly stands out is the lively beach scene. Children build sandcastles, friends play beach volleyball, and every so often, a spontaneous salsa dance breaks out. It’s a tapestry of vibrant beach life!

And then there’s the mesmerizing Siesta Key Beach. It’s not just the cool powdery sand or the tranquil waves that make it special. It’s the feeling of time slowing down, of moments becoming memories, of simply being in the present. With its serene ambiance, it’s the place where footprints get washed away, but memories last a lifetime.

Theme Parks: Where Every Day is a New Adventure

When you think of a family vacation in Florida, adrenaline-packed theme parks are surely on the list. And why not? These are the places where fantasy becomes reality. 

Starting with the magical realm of Walt Disney World, where fairy tales spring to life. Each corner has its own story, from Cinderella’s castle standing tall and majestic to the adventurous jungles of Animal Kingdom. Every ride, every show, and every parade fills the air with enchantment. And as fireworks light up the night sky over the Magic Kingdom, dreams truly seem just a heartbeat away.

Just a stone’s throw away, Universal Orlando offers a different kind of magic: the magic of movies. Ever dreamed of soaring over Hogwarts on a broomstick or coming face to face with a velociraptor? At Universal, these dreams are part of the daily agenda. Every turn takes you to a new cinematic adventure, making you the star of your favorite blockbusters.

And for the young and young at heart, Legoland provides a world built from imagination. Picture a kingdom crafted from Lego bricks, where creativity knows no bounds. It’s not just about the rides here; it’s about the joy of building, imagining, and seeing a colorful world come alive, one Lego brick at a time.

Natural Wonders: Explore Florida’s Wild Side

While Florida’s man-made attractions often steal the spotlight, its natural wonders are equally breathtaking. 

Deep in the southern part of the state lies the expansive wilderness of The Everglades. This isn’t just a swamp; it’s a mosaic of ecosystems where the thrill lies in the unexpected. As you glide over the water on an airboat, you might spot an alligator sunning itself or a rare bird taking flight. The symphony of sounds, from the rustle of sawgrass to the distant call of wildlife, is nature’s very own soundtrack.

Then there are the Florida vacation with family in Springs, nature’s very own water parks. Picture this: pristine waters that shimmer under the sun, surrounded by lush greenery. Whether you’re tubing down Ichetucknee Springs or snorkeling in the crystal-clear waters of Blue Spring, you’re in for a refreshing experience.

And for a blend of history and nature, the Dry Tortugas National Park is a gem. Far from the mainland, this group of islands boasts untouched coral reefs, marine life, and the monumental Fort Jefferson. It’s like stepping into a time capsule, where nature meets history in a beautiful embrace.

Florida’s Vibrant Cities: A Tapestry of Cultures, Colors, and Charms

There’s a heartbeat to Florida’s cities that’s impossible to ignore. Each metropolis, with its unique vibe and rhythm, invites travelers to dance to its tune. 

Take Miami, for instance. It’s a city that never sleeps, where the rhythm of Latin music fills the air and the streets are awash with color. Wander into the Wynwood District, and you’re treated to an open-air art gallery, where murals speak of passion, dreams, and revolution. 

And if you listen closely in Little Havana, the chatter of the old-timers, the sizzle of street-side vendors cooking up Cuban delicacies, and the distant beats of salsa drums tell tales of a culture rich in heritage and pride.

Then, there’s Tampa, a city that seamlessly blends the old with the new. Wander into Ybor City and you’ll feel the weight of history in its cobblestone streets, while the scent of freshly rolled cigars wafts through the air. But step out, and the modern cityscape of Tampa beckons with its waterfront promenades, bustling cafes, and the playful laughter from families exploring the city zoo.

And if walls could talk, St. Augustine would have countless tales to tell. Proudly wearing the crown of America’s oldest city, every brick, every alley, and every ancient structure here has a story. The cannons of Castillo de San Marcos, having stood the test of time, echo tales of battles and conquests. The charming streets invite whispers of yesteryears, while modern-day cafes and boutiques add a contemporary touch to this historic gem.

Delectable Cuisine: Florida’s Melting Pot of Flavors

A family vacation in Florida isn’t just a treat for the eyes and soul, but also a gastronomic journey that tantalizes the taste buds. The state’s coastal location promises seafood so fresh, that it’s almost as if the ocean personally delivers its treasures to your plate. 

Imagine biting into a succulent piece of Key West pink shrimp, its flavors bursting forth with every bite, or savoring the sweet, rich meat of stone crabs, perfectly complemented by a tangy sauce.

But Florida’s culinary landscape isn’t just about seafood. Its rich Cuban heritage shines brightly on its plates. Venture into any Cuban diner, and the aroma of Ropa Vieja, a flavorful stew of shredded beef, bell peppers, and onions, wafts enticingly. Pair that with some fried plantains or a Cuban sandwich packed with ham, roasted pork, Swiss cheese, pickles, and mustard, and you have a meal that’s a testament to Florida’s rich cultural tapestry.

And for those with a sweet tooth, the state’s iconic Key Lime Pie awaits. A perfect balance of tangy and sweet, this pie is a slice of Florida’s soul. The crumbly crust, the creamy lime-infused filling, and the soft whipped cream on top come together in a symphony of flavors, making it the perfect end to any Floridian feast.

Making Your Dream Vacation a Reality with Dreams and Wishes Travel

While Florida offers endless possibilities, planning the perfect family vacation in Florida can be overwhelming. This is where Dreams and Wishes Travel shines. We specialize in tailoring vacations to fit your family’s unique needs.

Whether you’re dreaming of the magic of Disney, the adrenaline rush of Universal Orlando, or a serene all-inclusive resort getaway, our knowledge extends beyond just booking. We aren’t merely order takers. We curate experiences. From your first conversation with us to the moment you step onto Florida’s sandy beaches or the vibrant streets of Universal, we handle every detail.

How do we do it? Through a meticulous 4-step process that starts with understanding your vacation dreams, planning the best itinerary, booking all the essentials, and ensuring you have an unforgettable trip. With Dreams and Wishes Travel, you’re not just getting a trip; you’re getting a memory-packed experience with Dream Wishes Travel.

Conclusion: Your Florida Adventure Awaits

Florida, with its diverse offerings, promises an unforgettable experience for every family. Whether it’s the beaches, the theme parks, or the natural wonders, there’s something for everyone. 

And remember, to transform your family vacation in Florida from a mere trip to an enchanting memory, trust Dreams and Wishes Travel. We’re here to make your vacation dreams come true. 

So, are you ready for a sun-soaked, thrill-packed Florida adventure? Let’s get your dream vacation started.

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IN SEARCH OF HOME: THE HEART OF 'SAN FRANCISCO COWBOY'

Steve Long Director of Global Film Exhibition in conversation with Director Hassan Zee 

I'm intrigued by the heart of your film's story a young cowboy's search for his mother. What’s the personal story behind this? Is there a bit of your own life reflected in it?

 I met a character at the premiere of my first film 'Night of Henna'. We went for coffee and he told me his story which really affected me. He was abandoned as a child so that's where the story came from. The character Josh is an immigrant from a small town to a big city and I am an immigrant from Pakistan to San Francisco so you can see a lot of me in Josh. I have been working on this story for more than ten years. You can see a cameo of me in the film. When I came to San Francisco, I had two big bags in my arms and I knew no one. That's where I started my life.  Your film brings together the wildness of the countryside with the urban soul of San Francisco. How does your own connection to these places color the narrative?

 I was born in a village so I can understand the simplicity of life in the countryside. I have lived in big cities all my life but whenever I go home to Pakistan, I can feel there is something different in the eyes of those people living in the countryside. They look at life differently. Life is slow-paced and there is purity in feelings. Josh is not exposed to the fast and colorful life of San Francisco so the city is new to him. He is lost and meets all these interesting characters in the city who change his life forever. Josh learns a lot of hard realities of life and the viewer learns with him. 

"San Francisco Cowboy" isn't just a drama; it's an adventure. How did your love for these genres shape the film?

 San Francisco Cowboy is my sixth feature film.  I always want to give something unique to my viewers with my films. Something which they have not seen before. I wanted to show the real places of San Francisco which have so much history and shape the culture of this city. It might look a bit unusual to the viewer but it's unique and I gave the viewer the real taste of an open city. You can be whoever you want to be in San Francisco.  San Francisco is more than just a backdrop in your film it's a living, breathing presence. 

Can you share an anecdote about how the city left its mark on you or the production?

 I am in Love with San Francisco. Living in this city for the last 23 years is an adventure. I wanted the viewer to travel with Josh in this film, experience the real San Francisco experience the story, and meet these amazing characters. I wanted to cast the actors who have lived in the city or know the city of San Francisco very well. We were lucky to find the cast and crew locally in the San Francisco Bay Area. We found Jimmy Darling, Bunny Stewart, Dano Jason, and Kristin Jacques locally. We had great cinematographer Leo Moring and Carrin MacErlane.

         The characters in "San Francisco Cowboy" are as diverse as the city itself. How did you find the heartbeat of each character, and how do they mirror the people you’ve met in your own life?

I have met many characters in San Francisco. There are so many young people who come to find their dreams in this city, I live downtown so I meet a lot of these characters all the time. I have conversations with these people as I was a newcomer once to the city and I met people who helped me. Now I help them. I met someone who told me her story and that's how I shaped Paris's character. 

The concept of family runs deep in your film. What does family mean to you, and how do you hope this resonates with your audience?

 As human beings, we want to belong. We want to be around people who love us.  I had an amazing father and mother who have passed into spirit now.  We cannot separate ourselves from our parents and in our culture family is everything. Josh wants to know who his mom is and he goes to San Francisco to find her. While growing up he looks at other children around him who had mothers and he did not, So he wants to find out what a mother's love actually feels like. Every film has its hurdles. Can you let us in on a moment during production that tested your resolve, and how you got through it?

 Every morning my assistant producer will call and say, 'What's the disaster today?' I will say every morning, 'We will get through this'. When I make films I know things are not going to go smoothly every day. There are always hurdles.  I overcome the hurdles every day and still be able to make the film. We won the Grand Jury Prize at Indo American Film Festival. We won the Best Cinematography award at the Cinematic European Film Festival and Best Make Up at the Wallachia Film Festival. When you win all these awards you forget about the hurdles. You go and make another film. 

As we follow the cowboy's search for his mother, there's a lot of emotion involved. How do you hope the audience will feel as the story unfolds, especially in those final, pivotal moments?

 A lot of people who saw the film cried. It's a very touching scene. That is the moment people have been waiting for while watching the whole film. I think people will not be able to forget that scene. People can also witness some amazing acting in those last scenes by the actors of San Francisco Cowboy. 

         Your journey is as inspiring as it is unique, merging the worlds of medicine and filmmaking. Having witnessed such profound suffering in your medical practice, how have those experiences shaped the narratives you choose to explore in your films?

I have worked in the burn unit of the hospital and I was working with women who were burned by their husbands or inlaws because these women could not bear children. These women were dying in my hands and I thought I must do something about these women. Give these women a voice. So a lot of my films are about women's empowerment and gender equality. 

       Finally, what's one piece of heartfelt advice you'd share with someone starting their journey in filmmaking, especially if they’re tackling themes as intimate as those in "San Francisco Cowboy"? 

Take time to develop your story, Show your screenplay to trustworthy people to get guidance. Never give up on your dreams

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The 10 great places to travel alone this Christmas season

The most romantic moment of the year may be a bit hard for some. Heartbreak had been a very real thing that at times, it felt impossible to shake. A failsafe remedy is by going on travelling alone. Setting off on the solo journey will usually blow away the frame and cobwebs of humanity in a brighter, new light. Luckily every one of us in this world is packed with incredible destinations that are waiting to mend those broken hearts or individuals living alone.

There is really nothing like gallivanting about the world on your own. Here are some of the best solo tour destinations from around the globe.

1. Iceland

There are so many reasons why taking a journey by yourself is better than travelling in groups, and Iceland is one of the best place that summarizes it all. If the time to think and solitude are what you are after, the unearthly aura of the island in this North Atlantic that gives the ideal backdrop. You will never know what inspiration will be unlocked when you gaze at the geysers and the hot springs. There is no country that will make a beautiful solitude quite that Iceland does. These Icelandic people are also delightfully thoughtful, meaning you will never be far away from the best conversation.

2. Rwanda

This is the Land of the Thousand Hills that is making its own name as a thing of the travel paradise. The possibilities of exploration are seemingly endless, and with congenial guides that are ready to thrust Rwanda’s beauty into the spotlight. This country is really well connected, and so getting around is just simple, while the lively capital, Kigali is speedily becoming one of the most exciting cities in Africa.

3. Pacific Northwest, British Columbia, Canada and USA

This is a 2-for-1, but any single visitor heading in this country would be foolish of ignoring either one of the two areas. Idaho, Oregon, and Washington will make up this American Pacific Northwest which will give every sort of exciting adventures starting from the curious story of American expansion within the more isolated spots up to the inspired innovation of Portland and Seattle to, while British Columbia in Canada is its personal treasure trove of tales. Vancouver is the city unlike the others, from its exclusive urban design to the simply stunning surroundings.

4. Portugal

Portugal is the most famous spots often pick up travel plaudits and awards alike, and its hype is not with no good reason at all. Lisbon is one backpacker’s dream, whereas the dreamlike loveliness of Porto will attract the wide-eyes of adventurers from around the globe. You will not know you will meet your special someone there. The Algarve is a much more holiday budget destination and the other spots of the country are full of stunning sights and spots.

5. New Zealand

This country just gets things perfectly. Initially, it takes the country’s reputation being one of the secured countries from around globe, because travelers can experience the country in total security. However, it is not normally the safety that brings travelers to New Zealand; but, it is the country’s dazzling landscapes, the buzzing cities and towns and the convivial people which make NZ a place to be. All of the larger towns are backpacker glory filled with booze, history, culture and the sceneries in between is staggering.

6. Guatemala

Guatemala is popular for its stiff-knit community of tourists, making it arguably an easy state in Central America to those who are solo adventurers. Friendly faces are seen everywhere, information can be acquired easily and leaving visitors with many mental spaces to explore the massive range of wonder that Guatemala has to offer, starting from their ancient Mayan ruins up to the gorgeous lakes enclosed by the coffee fields.

7. Ireland

Irish storytelling has been the world-famous, celebrated from the novels of Wilde, Joyce, Stoker, and the rest. You can spend the night in any of the Dublin pubs and you’ll almost certainly hear the tales of the ages, since the locals spin yarns then transported listeners to the world within the world, a pint at one time. There’s more to single traveler in Ireland than just toasting single blessedness in Dublin. The hospitality and friendliness of Irish people guarantee good conversation, whereas the adorable breadth of nature will allows for plenty of areas to think and tranquil walks.

8. Slovenia

Small but ideally made, Slovenia is a marvelous destination for single travelers. The old ‘4 seasons in one day’ adage had been really much alive and are good in one place wherein you may spend your morning skiing in the Alps before going for some romantic solo sunset at the Adriatic in Piran. Ljubljana, the capital, is an ideal base to explore, the city of social spots and friendly people on an easy train or bus ride from Slovenia’s popular lakes and villages.

9. Greek Islands

No matter what is your preferred outline of travel, a place of island-leap in Greece is always the rite of passage to any solo traveler. That is why you will meet everybody from excitable backpackers up to the considered veterans of roads here, each one with a different tale to tell. Greek Islands are engaging and exciting, beautiful and not to say that it is full of excellent food, and everyone seemed to be ready to capture the heart of travelers and will convince that you dwell forever. Corfu and Kefalonia are the most famous and therefore ill give never ending social opportunities, whereas the Icaria and Naxos serenity will appeal to an even more introverted explorer.

10. Japan

If you place aside a seemingly dense alphabet and the admittedly illicit chaos of this place, it can usually feel as still that Japan had been organized for those single travelers. The efficiency of the transport links is really famous like things can be, permitting vagabonds almost all time in this humanity to hit up a gripping city and the out-of-this-humanity’s scenery. Japanese are also considered as the friendliest from around the globe and their food is incredible. A whole experience is really an experience!

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She Is Anew, She is Reclaimed; Conceptualizing The Verdant Frontier

"Recently I had made up my mind to participate in NaNoWriMo."

Of course we (writers I mean) are mostly knowledgeable of what the event means-- hours upon hours of staring at a laptop screen, willing a full novel into existence by hammering our eager fingertips across a keyboard, unless, of course, you're one of those (that I admire deeply) that prefer the pen to the sword. This time spent not including what should be hours of editing and re-editing and weeping openly into a cold cup of coffee as you realize what a ridiculous idea it was to begin with.

All in the span of a single month. Yes. The hopeful author's inktober.

Fast-forward exactly two weeks. It is 6 am on a Monday, (I actually had to look at the date to make sure) I am sitting at my desk at work patiently waiting for 7 am to turn around so I can return home to my cat (he's going to be pissed that he hasn't gotten fed yet). Having just created this Tumblr after being away for the better part of a decade, and my mind is reeling with the at-times overwhelming buzz of characters and story-lines I am itching to actually write.

It hits me.

I will not be finishing anything in time for the conclusion of NaNoWriMo, to ask that of myself when I haven't been consistenly writing is beyond my abilites both innate and honed. Yet in the same vein of thinking? I am entirely grateful to the sudden spur of the moment decision to write something. It is not the project I would have originally picked to work on, but here I am. Planning. Outlining. Staring at the blinking cursor on my screen. I am for once in a thousand moons actually writing again. This is a project that is all mine, and I rely on no co-authors or partners to aid me in the task of world-building or even small details like naming places or people.

A daunting task? Obviously.

Who in their right mind after creating four entire universes would choose to start from scratch a fifth time? Who would voluntarily leave whole worlds on the back-burner for a possibly over-glorified fan fiction with exactly one character from the franchise and paint an entirely new backdrop for him?

Me.

*cue unhinged laughter*

After a month of playing Red Dead Redemption 2 I have been deeply invested in all things cowboys and outlaws, but completely disinterested in the actual history of any real timeline. Boring. I want the wild west to be much more wild, and I want androids and aliens and space travel. I want to drop a reincarnation of Arthur Morgan into the thick of it and spin a different ending (after having my heart ripped out and stomped on). I want to give the characters that haven't had an opportunity to shine in previous projects of mine a complete over-haul.

I want a new frontier, one that has grown over the bones of empires fallen.

The Verdant Frontier

Catchy right?

When conceptualizing the universe I wanted to write in, I knew I wanted to stay true to exactly two themes; overgrown & wild.

Of course there were other elements that I was concerned with but RDR2 had awakened such a thirst for the "Untamed" that I decided to go for the extreme, a method I tend to use in a lot of my world-building.

We all have secret wishes, don't look at me like that.

There's this beautifully bittersweet theme of losing a world that once felt vast and magical i.e the final frontier of America toward the turn of the 20th century. RDR2 is drenched with longing for a piece of the world that remains untouched, a corner of the world to hide in after a lifetime of surviving; a subject that I became very enmeshed with. I felt deeply sympathetic toward those that wanted to simply fade to black when resistance of the suffocating grip of c i v i l i z a t i o n inevitably became futile. Decades of theft from the ones that had lived on this land for lifetimes leading up to Industry on the cusp of taking over completely as capitalism slowly sinks its teeth into the new world. Not to mention the world now is a much more extreme version of this sentiment, I too yearn for the quiet corners of the world where light pollution doesn't exist and the smog of cities is little more than a bad memory.

Its a piercing kind of yearning.

*cracks knuckles*

So of course as many creators before and after me... that means its time to force a cure for such yearning into existence.

Eventually this planet will find its ruin in the same hands that promised accessibility and wealth for all, as climate disaster becomes more and more irreversible. In a way I believe the growth of this idea is a love letter to an Earth that even in its ruin still found a way to progress forward in a quiet, heartbreaking, beautiful way. I suppose there are two deaths that I am not and could never be prepared for.

Arthur Morgan and planet Earth.

A fictional character and the literal planet I live on... ahh, the duality of man.

The very basis of the setting for the Verdant Frontier is a planet that was raped and abandoned by the self-proclaimed "upper-crust" of society. Those dripping in wealth both new and old began their escape from the dying Earth in the year 2100 after space-travel had become readily-possible for more than just organizations like NASA (looking at you b*zos). The event would be called "The Grand Flight" and would mark a time in history. However those without the ability to leave would be left alone to the planet sapped of resources, where weather patterns had turned fatal, and nature itself becoming hostile where once it provided.

I still wonder where exactly I should take said hostile nature. Man-eating plants anyone? Much larger animals perhaps?

Fast-forward exactly one-thousand years to 3100, to be exact year 3115 as our "time of telling". Translation; the time the beginning of the story is told, however this may be debatable depending on who I begin telling the story with. There are six major cities, many townships and villages scattered over the unrecognizable land masses of Earth. Much of what was possible and practicalities in the 1890s of our real history is possible and used during this time, the humans that remained somehow managing to survive after all this time. The buildings, homes, and community centers are quite rustic, a scenery (of course) that would remind one of the facades of the usual fictional frontier imagery.

Population is finally climbing once more among the "Rooted" as they are called, even if life expectancy has been reduced among the denizens of Earth.

However, those that once left often return for a visit. They are called the Unbound and have long since become something beyond human. With life expectancy proving to be beyond 200 years of age, the Unbound have made remarkable advances in health and space-related technology. They have seen the very edges of the cosmos and have traveled further than most species in the far reaches of the macrocosm. Yet still they return to Earth, going so far as to create the first metropolis on Mars known as Marsaven. A neighbor to Earth in all respects.

I imagine for the Unbound its very much like going to Disney World for vacation with family. Similar to Westworld even. Amusement. Only the darker than black quality here is the fact that those on Earth are very real beings. With hopes, dreams, and squishy meat sacks for bodies. Enter moral quandaries here. Earth has become somewhat of a dumping ground for the Unbound, both for criminals ("unrecoverables") and resource-related waste. The more industry that comes to Earth via connections to the Unbound and even alien species beyond them, the more danger follows.

Spacecraft theft, murder, kidnapping, execution, politics, royalty, and COPS. Oh the things I have planned for my Verdant Frontier. So you see, where this may have stemmed from an inkling for a fan fiction and a month of cramming a novel into something readable...

Its become so much more.

Signed,

k.c

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Hiii I really love your work! Could you write about Tom secretly or not secretly watching yoi have a Zoom Uni class? And maybe he teases you in a way, trying to make you laugh or he sends you text messages or something? And later when you're done and he has a meeting,you tease him right back?

Hope you're having a lovely day 💞

a/n hey anon!! this was a really cute idea but I have another req for the vice versa bit, so only did the first half in this- I hope u don't mind :)

warnings: implied smut at the end but rlly just a fluffy cringe fest

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Early mornings where never you’re favourite and this one wasn’t an exception to the rule. The LA sun was flooding through the curtains that had been hurriedly thrown almost-closed last night as you huffed into the duvet. You needed to get up - but you definitely didn’t want to. To be fair, you’d only arrived the day before and were still acclimatising to the jet lag - though Tom’s presence certainly made everything alot easier.

Especially as you’d been without him for so long, the pandemic meaning you hadn’t been able to make the long-weekend trips you usually would’ve. So when at the beginning of may, Tom had offered for you to come out and stay with him for half the summer (while he was busy working). There was only really one answer…. free holiday with the absolute specimen of a human who you call your boyfriend? Yes please.

It did mean though, that you had flown out before the end of the semester. Only by a week and it didn’t make much difference because you only had a few zoom lectures - but they were compulsory. So even if you were living in the US, you had to follow your UK school timetable. Hence why you had to get up at 6:30, to make your UK time 14:30 lecture.

The arms around you seemed to have other ideas, huffing and only pulling you tighter when you tried to wriggle out of his embrace. You groaned in annoyance, mainly because he was making it more and more tempting to stay huddled up against him.

“Toooooommm I gotta get up” Clearly not agreeing, he just squeezed you to his chest tighter, whilst emphatically shaking his head - all with his eyes still firmly pressed shut.

“Let go! I have a lecture!” Still not letting up , he just shook his head once again - making his bed hair especially wild as it dragged against the linen pillows.

With a sigh you turned in his death grip, now being able to see his puffy morning eyes pressed firmly shut. First you arched up and pressed a soft kiss to his chin, then jaw and then nose.

“Seriously T, I need to show up to this one.” Because yes, you might’ve already had an absence from yesterday, where you had both slept through the alarm.

“-o it-’” Croaking so much so you couldn’t even puzzle out what he said, the man cleared his throat before trying again, the sound reverberating in his chest. “ uhmm do it from bed, don’t go.”

That had you pouting at his cuteness. Ever since you’d arrived he’d been unbelievable clingy to you, barely letting you out of his sight. You showered together; he sat and stared whilst you did your skin care routine; even at restaurants he insisted on sitting next to you with his hand on your knee. When you had asked him, the only reasoning you got was a shrug and a muttered ‘I missed you’. Never, ever would you complain about Tom’s attention. But…. you really needed to get to your laptop.

“I can’t babe thats not very profess-“

“-wont even be able to tell.”

As much as you tried, you couldn’t ever really deny Tom anything. Not when he cracked his eyelids open, revealing the softest warm brown eyes, coupled with a lazy smile. So yes, you ended up quickly getting changed into one of Toms old burgundy tops, running a brush through your frizzy hair and then clambering back into bed. You balanced your laptop on a tray on top of a box, so the angle was less obvious that your backdrop was a headboard. Instantly Tom had half-asleep turned over to lay his messy head on your lap. And with a half sigh half laugh, you logged on- once in the waiting room bringing a hand down to trail your nails through Tom’s hair which made him groan with delight.

It was all going so well too, up the point where breakout rooms were announced and you had to talk - your chipper voice and laughs with your course mates rousing Tom from his sleep. Every time he almost lifted his head into the view of the webcam, you were very quick to slam it back down, forcing him back onto your lap.

Eventually he got bored of the restrictions, as well as not being very into the history module you were all puzzling over- so slid out of bed into the shower. Once he was gone you did almost sigh in relief, you had thought that Tom in his friendly-idiot manner would end up getting you caught at some point. Especially as our relationship was so secretive, none of your course mates knew you weren’t single - imagine their shock if an a lister popped up in the zoom class.

But oh, the relief did not last long at all.

The issue was Harry had gone out for the day. It was just you and Tom in his fancy rented LA house. And, as mentioned, Tom was being clingy as hell. It couldn’t of been more than 20 minutes before the fluffy haired brunette was back in the room - pouting when he saw you still on the computer.

Even though you shooed him away, Tom just cocked his head to one side, a small smirk on his face. And you knew. You knew he was going to be a little shit. He slinked over the bed, perching at the foot next to where your feet lay.The warning look you shot him, metaphorical daggers coming out your eye did absolutely nothing - you watched his hand pin your right ankle down before stroking the sole of your foot. Familiar shivers shot up your leg and it took everything in you to not kick out, launching the laptop across the room as tickled you.

Soon though he stopped, you pulled yourself into a cross legged position, readjusting the laptop and trying to concentrate back on the lecturer. Seeing your disinterest, Tom hopped up off the bed and you thought he was leaving. But no. No you were wrong. He just stood at the foot of the bed, hands on hips as he appeared to listen intently to the lecturer too.

Clearly Tom was an actor, he was pretty good at accents. You should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to resist the impersonating your academic staff - who happened to have a strong Somerset accent.

Pretending to ignore Tom as he hunched up and widened his stance - to imagine the physicality of your lecturer- you narrowed your eyes at the computer screen. Then though, a deep booming farmer-like voice came out your well spoken south london boy - god you were glad you’d stuck the mute button on as soon as he had entered.

“And then as your reading in chapter twel-“

“And then as yowr readinf in chapter twelve….” Tom echoed the lecturer loud and proud, making it completely impossible for you to attempt to concentrate. As much as you wanted to be furious at him- well, all it took was one look.

He was holding his face in some sort of duck pout and all the movements were extra pronounced and exaggerated. You couldn’t help it- instantly you burst out laughing, having to turn off the video for fear of anyone noticing.

Seeing he’d got a rise out of you, Tom was only spurred on, continuing the dramatic acting with a new found confidence. That was until you got yourself under control, face turning like a switch from joy to fury.

“Shut the hell up!”

And he did, for a few minutes, whilst pouting like a told-off toddler. In a strop, he sat down, shoulders slumped at the edge of the bed. Oh how wrong your were, when you thought you’d won - with a satisfied smile concentrating back on the laptop screen. Just in time to hear the lecturer FINALLY starting to rounding up the lecture.

“Alright so next session we’re-“ Before he’d even stammered his way to the end of the sentence, Tom’s face had switched up once again - into one of mischief as he started crawling up the bed either-side of your legs. One strong arm reached out to touch the back of your laptop lid and before you could protest he was pushing it down, till it landed with a small ‘clunk’.

“You did not just do that!” Yelling at him, you sat up so now he was kneeling across your lap.

“But I just did.” He mimed a mic drop which had you cringing hard, staring at him in disbelief. Okay the lecturer was beginning to round off, but that conclusion could’ve gone on for 5 minutes at least!

“Oh you are so in for it Holland.”

You’d meant it as a threat, as a sort of ‘I’m-going-to-make-your-life-a-living-hell” but the bright eyed boy before you had other plans. Wordlessly he nodded, then placed your laptop on the bedside ; then pushed you down on the bed. His legs either side of you, his arms like rockets to pin yours either side your head.

“Ah but you see my love…” he tutted, with a wide smile, hhis breath fanning down onto you as he took your breath away. “That is exactly what I want.” Immediately his lips were on yours, the both of you fighting for dominance as you arched your head up to get extra purchase on him.

“I hate… I hate you… so bloody much” It was hard to talk when his intoxicating lips were moving against yours, melting away all your resistance.

“Hmmm… well its… its a good thing… that I love you.”

He was impossible and no doubt you’d missed the prep work for tomorrows lecture. But having him there, body pressed against yours, after months apart.

Well, you wouldn’t mind failing the module for him.

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