Local water spirit, meeting a smurf for the first time, goes 'Ooh, another magical blue species! But tiny !' then proceeds to shapeshift into a smurf, but made of water.
“Ah, Monsieur Neuvillette. Don’t worry about the door, I’m taking a rest at the moment.”
The Chief Justice turned in surprise, his white hair sliding off his shoulder as he did. “Forgive me, Professor. I simply…” Neuvillette trailed off, his posture slumping a bit.
“Simply…?”
“I apologize. I seem to have lost my train of thought.” Neuvillette quickly said, his eyes too foggy for Cassius’ comfort. He was silent for a moment, before suddenly snapping out of it, his voice stiff as he spoke: “May I sit and rest here for a while?”
“Please do, Monsieur. I quite fancy your company, and perhaps you will reignite the flame of passion in my chest. I’ve been working on this piece, you see, and the ending has been plaguing me for quite some time.” Flipping the page of his sheet music, Cassius sat back in his seat, lifting his cello into playing position. “Would you like to hear it?”
Neuvillette stared at him for a long moment, before quietly clearing his throat. “Yes. I would… I would like that very much.” He almost sounded guilty, like he would be incriminated for his words. “Please.”
TL;DR: Neuvillette is moved to tears by the Professor's music. Comfort ensues.
Spits this in your hand. Have some Cassius and Neuvillette action.
Camp Damascus - A Highly Delayed Review of a Very Good Book
Short review: Love is Real. Read Camp Damascus. 10/10
Long review (which relates to the book I swear): While it isn't obvious from the outside anymore, I was a Jesus-obsessed-teen, and it took until halfway through college for me to find a more comfortable groove with my faith. This turned into a generalized independence and solidarity in my beliefs, away from any church or following. This came mostly from acknowledging that the faith organizations I used to be in were stifling, and most would not accept my sexuality or identity as a queer christian - let alone accept any of my gay friends.
This led to isolation, and isolation was tough. I knew after my separation from church that I had a 'relationship' with my faith, which it acted more one sided as I had to 'listen' for myself to what my faith could 'want' instead of going to any particular church to 'interpret' for me what to do.
And if you read that sentence and went "shit that's a lot of single quotes, what does that even mean?" - It means whatever it means I guess, it is a private belief for me, which I live with, that I do not impress upon others except to love and be kind to others, express empathy, and listen. Faith means love, for all, no matter what.
Every church I've ever been to added qualifiers or disclaimers or exceptions to that basic idea, which felt like they barred me or some pretty cool people I liked or loved, so I was a little island, lonely in a sea of ideas. I found comfort and maybe even something like guidance sometimes from my faith, but I also find that in what all the cool people around me gave. My friends and relationships are also a light for me in this crazy world.
Reading Camp Damascus reminded me of both the hate and anger I saw in church, but also the love and kindness I find in my friends, my chosen family, and the parts of my cool cool birth-family who do love me for who I am. Camp Damascus also shows all the other people who have walked a similar weird path to mine, who do keep some kind of faith and queerness together, and it makes me feel less like an island - maybe we're like a gay-faith archipelago.
Your honor, we have taken over a dozen super powered teenagers and trained them in all sorts of things, including cityscape mobility... do you really expect them to take the train?
(image id: drawing of a playful looking puppy using a dog wheelchair and in mid stride on a pink background, surrounded by white stars. the puppy is dark grey with a white muzzle and tummy, and has one red ear and one green ear, eyebrow face marks that are blue and yellow, and each paw is a different color: red, green, blue, and yellow. the wheelchair frame is blue with a yellow harness attaching it to the dog, and has black wheels.)
wanted to share my disability pride puppy design!! they love to go fast and their favorite activities are anything and everything that have to do with speed! not settled on a name yet, could be dash, drift, rush, quincy... I'd love to hear your suggestions!
I'd love to make them into a plushie and will probably have them as a stretch goal for the audhd creatures campaign but first i need to figure out how I'd translate their wheelchair into plushie form! if you have an idea of how I could do that please feel free to let me know in the replies!!! :D