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[motherartistsmakingart]

Hey MAMArtist* ANN LEPORE

Where do you live and what are the ages of your child(ren)?

My kids are 8 & 11. We live with my husband in Mahwah, NJ.

How do you describe your art practice?

My practice is heavy on process; the more steps, the better. Complexity, risk, and curiosity are all important to me because I’m always learning. If something seems scary or difficult, then I know I should do it, because this is how I will grow. I’m especially curious about how culture is formed and how people inform each other through social interaction. I love going to a new place and feeling out the social vibe, noticing the divides, and digging into the social landscape until I figure out why people do what they do. This is a long way of describing that a big part of my practice involves conversation and storytelling. Becoming a mother changed the way I use time. Prior to having children, I really enjoyed toying with an idea for quite a while before executing it. I’d make plans for how the idea could possibly exist in any medium and then weigh which medium would be the right vehicle. That process sometimes took weeks or months. Once my time was compressed by the reality of caring for a helpless infant, I figured out how to make these same decisions much faster, like, as in hours.

Who is your artistic crush?

Tali Hinkis  

http://www.lovid.org/

 and Marina Zurkow  

https://www.o-matic.com/

When I first met Tali, she and her husband were performing at The Kitchen as Lovid. She had her infant daughter in a baby carrier on her chest. During one part of the performance, she had to change the way she was moving her body to control an electronic interactive instrument that they'd invented. So she effortlessly slipped the carrier to her husband, Kyle and they swapped active parenting, mid-performance! Seeing this made me think I could do anything. Eventually, I found myself rehearsing a turntable performance with my son strapped to my chest, though I couldn't see over his little noggin to grab the fader,  so I ended up with a sitter for the live performance. I have never met Marina, but would like to. She has this incredible plasticity for moving one idea out through multiple mediums and it always remains cohesive. Additionally, she uses animation in a fine art context, which is something I have a deep appreciation for.

What is a superpower Mother+Artists have?

Growing culture without permission, and I don’t just mean in a petrie dish! We’re calling it “mother” but whoever the primary caregiver is, this person is in charge of shaping another person’s social and emotional development. We are more influential to the next generation than the richest corporation or the most militant government. Culture is literally the hardest thing to change- it’s like moving mountains. Of course, as moms we joke about how our childrens' therapists will probably inquire about us, but I am at least 55% who I am because of my parents. My mother is a textile artist with the Irish gift of storytelling. She went back to school and got a Masters degree as a single mother and figured out how to support us. I've always thought she could do absolutely anything.  My father is a race car driving instructor. As a kid, if I wanted to talk to him, I had to get on the creeper and slide under the car where I'd hand him tools or bleed the brakes. He and my mother introduced me to the physical properties of materials. If something seemed mysterious, I learned it was still accessible, if you had the right tool.

You have an ongoing project called FOODSTORE(Y) that has been traveling around NY and NJ! Can you tell us a tiny it about it?

FOODSTORE(Y) is a three-part process: Performance Exchange, Animations, Podcast.  Basically, I'm dragging my kitchen table to public places, asking strangers to sit down with me for a meal, and when we're sitting together, I ask folks to tell me a story. With their permission I record their story to use as a reference for animations I create that focus on the non-verbal communication of my storytellers. These intimate gestures are then exhibited publicly and the audio of their stories is archived in a podcast.

Following the isolation of Covid, and global tilt away from democracy and human rights, it felt really important to refocus on what gives us our humanity, and how we can use simple things like public spaces and food to care for each other and re-establish our baseline as a society.     Cooking for someone, nurturing them, and breaking bread are often used to help groups bond and has been used as a relationship-building tool by diplomats and activists alike.   Feeding a stranger creates vulnerability for the listener, which matches that of the person who has chosen to have their personal story recorded.

The performance is a gesture of trust and respect, the animation creates a heightened awareness of our common language of non-verbal communication, and can exist quietly in museums, or projected in the same public spaces where participants first exchanged stories over a meal with a stranger.

I'm asking: Can hospitality be radical? Can parenting? It sounds simple but in reality my work process involves researching with storytelling archivists, cooking and interviewing as performance (the performance is documented), months of intensive animation work, followed by podcast production of the story archive. Throughout the Spring, Summer and Fall of 2022 I’ve been recording stories this way, and as of this writing I am recording in Spain! For the winter months I will be cozied up indoors, animating. In May 2023 I will be ready to take my kitchen table around and record once again. If you have access to a public space that could be activated by FOODSTORE(Y) performance exchanges and recordings, please reach out to me via IG or my website.

How did motherhood directly, indirectly, oppositionally or integrally influence this project?

All of these -- of course! And this describes the power of motherhood. It’s very real. What is also very real is how people treat women, especially mothers, especially in the U.S.  This is a country with no real national maternity policy and so as you can imagine, the stories around motherhood and the labor force, many of these stories are about women leaving jobs to have children or even not being able to work because they have children. Antiquated but pervasive non-labor views often center around the idea that our power is in our ability to attract men sexually, just the right amount and not to much. Therefore women who are pregnant, or spending all their attention on small children are seen as less desirable and therefore less powerful. Thankfully, this is changing somewhat. At my own job I was counseled by a male colleague to wait until I had tenure before getting pregnant, otherwise I might not be given the opportunity.  This is the long way of saying that the obstacles to doing ANYTHING while being a female primary caregiver are external. They don’t have much to do with actually having, or using, a womb, but rather how people in power feel about you using your womb. See: American women's recent loss of abortion rights. So yes, lots of opposition. But. I was determined to prove myself. So when I was pregnant with my first, I made lots of  artistic commitments. I think I had a major exhibition or performance every month during my son's first year of life. My stress about how others might react to pregnant artists moved me forward even faster than if I’d had nothing to fear. Additionally, motherhood has made me very conscious of what I’m modeling for my children, and while most of the time they are oblivious to my projects, they seem to be very curious about FOODSTORE(Y).

What are you currently reading and/or listening to that is giving you thoughts, feelings and reactions?

I just bought On Whiteness because Nell Painter is in it and I think she’s just marvelous. My favorite podcast is Scam Goddess. Lacey Mosely has the energy I wish I had but I feel it transferring to me when I listen. When the pandemic first started I temporarily lost the ability to read long form anything. Books I’d already read and loved became an easier to read and Anne Patchett’s THE DUTCH HOUSE was my go-to. Other things I like to reread periodically: The War of Art by Steven Pressfield and a compilation of essays called Don’t Leave Your Friends Behind; Concrete ways to Support Families in Social Justice Movements and Communities by Victoria Law and China Martens.

Any message for Mother+Artists reading this?

My kids are 8 and 11. I just figured out something that other moms probably already know: There’s chunks of demand on your productive time/headspace and they change! When the kids are 1-7, don’t expect to be able to give too much time. 7-14 feels like a different world, where you have much more time, and maybe 14-21 will be when you have even more? I don’t know, I'm not there yet. More importantly, there were so many other moms who helped me: first a group that I met through my husband’s band, then just two women at my job, then a group of writer moms and now The MAMAs -- it’s amazing! Other trailblazing art-parents are incredible resources. Even though we’re sometimes invisible,  we’re actually quite powerful. If you don’t have a Mom+Artist group, go find another mom with a creative practice and help her. The rest will be magic.

Best links to find you and FOODSTORE(Y)?

annlepore.com

PHOTO CREDITS!

Ann LePore (in the red dress), visual artist and creator of FOODSTORE(Y):

Serving Gazpacho and bread, collecting stories at the Hoboken Museum;

Serving Butternut Squash soup, collecting stories at Healing Space, Newark, NJ as part of the Newark Arts Festival;

Serving icy strawberry soup, collecting stories in front of the Lanape Gallery, Staten Island, NY;

Animation of storyteller gestures exhibited at Kresge Gallery, Mahwah, NJ

*Each month The MAMAs features a Mother+Artist and their work in the world. Thank you Ann!

[pricesbeltbuckle]

omg i cant get the thought of price having a teenager niece that lives with him when hes home.

like the kid lives with her grandparents most of the time because of prices deployments. maybe she has messed with wrong coping mechanisms like weed and alcohol. but when john noticed he helped her get back on track and compleat school well and lessen the common dumb shit she dose.

SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN KIDS!!!!!

Kids - John Price

Warnings: None, fluff, Drugs/Alcohol, Abusive household mentions?

So anon you're so right. JOHN PRICE IS A GOOD FATHER!!!

Price had gotten home from a deployment and wanted to unwind and relax but when he walked in and saw his niece and mother sitting on the couch, he audibly sighed and rolled his eyes. 

“Can’t you just look after her for a month or two? You know how your sister struggles with drugs..” He sighed and looked at her and frowned. “Alright, fine. Tell Savanah I’m never doing this again though, whenever rehab lets her call.” His mother gave him a hug and nodded as she said goodbye to her granddaughter. Price put down his bag in the hallway and then gave his niece a tour.

“Alright so this will be your room, bland I know but I’m thinkin an Ikea trip and a couple of other stores?” “YES! You’re the best Uncle John.” She smiled as she placed her bag down and jumped onto the bed relaxing and pulling her phone out to call her friends. Price smiled only a little as he shut the door on his way out. 

Now it had been months since he got home so he definitely had some food shopping to do, and he realized he had no idea about what his own niece likes. He walked up the stairs to her room and knocked on the door.

“COME IN!” He walked in and saw her on her phone still, but this time on the phone with a couple of her friends. “Hey kid, I’m going to the foodstore. Here's my number to text me what snacks, lunch, breakfast, dinner I need to stock up.” “Okay!” He nodded and walked out and got his shoes and keys. 

He ended up coming back home with bags on bags of food, he sighed when he saw the long ass list he had to buy for her, but he had no problem as long as she was happy. He then placed bags down on the counter and started to unpack everything.

His niece came downstairs and sat at the kitchen island and watched him unpack things while scrolling on her phone, he broke the silence. “So, what grade are you in now?” “9th I just turned 15.” “Jesus, you are getting old. The last time I saw you, you were like 4.” “It’s been that long?” “Yeah kiddo time goes fast doesn’t it?” He spoke softly as he started packing things into the pantry and fridge.

“Uncle John you know you’re gonna have me longer than 2 months right..” John rolled his eyes and chuckled, “I assumed I was, you got school still or summer break?” “Break is just ending so I go back on Monday.” He nodded, and he asked for the address so he could see how far of a walk it was or if he needed to drive her. He ended up letting her decide to walk there when it was warm or hot out and if it was cold he’d drive her.

Now it has been a couple of months since she’s moved in, around 5. She decorated her room and Price got her a new phone and TV just because it made her happy. At this point he considered that kid his own. So when she came home drunk, he wasn’t too shocked, just a little worried.

“I’m gonna throw up-” “You’re over the toilet seat so go ahead I’ll hold your hair, I’m right here.” She then proceeded to throw up her guts into that toilet. And when she was done he carried her to bed and tucked her in, laying a towel on the floor and a bowl next to her just in case.

“You’re not mad right?” “No, we've all been teenagers once. But we are talking when you sober up.” She nodded and dozed off to sleep as Price got a phone call, it was her mother and he answered. “Oh hey John…” “Hello to you too. I’ve got your kid in case you care.” He scoffed at his phone and went out back to smoke while on the phone as his niece rested. “Well that’s actually what I’m calling about, you see…I’m as you can tell an extremely unfit mother. And uhm, you seem like a fit parent, so I’m taking it to court, I’m giving up my custody rights to you.” John nearly died, he wasn’t ready for this responsibility he’d have to quit his job unless someone watched her-. “What? Savannah you can’t just do that she’s your child plus I have a JOB. Who the hell would watch her?” “Our mother and father offered. Plus we have another sister who said she’s willing to.” 

John shook his head and sighed. “You’re awful Savannah, I would’ve fought you in court anyways this whole situation is fucked she’s 15. Do you even know anything about her life besides her name?” “I’ll miss my Autumn forever.” “You’re not even her mother to her, let me know the court dates I’ll be there. Bye.” John then hung up the phone and put out his cigarette and then he saw Autumn sitting on the couch waiting for him.

“How long have you been sitting there?” “Long enough to know you’re going to court, what’d you do?” John sighed and checked to see if she was a little more sober now and it seemed like she was so he dumped it all on her as best as he could. She did cry but she was so grateful that John would be her legal guardian, he’s been more of a parent then her actual parents.

Now it’s been around 8 months, John got custody and her mother was back in rehab. John was being deployed in a month so he was preparing the house for his mother to come stay at. “Do you haveee to go?” “Depends, you want a PS5 right?” “Yes..” “Then I’ll be back in 3 months.” She giggled at his joke and she went to go grab a snack, as she heard a knock on the door and opened it she noticed 3 very tall men.

“Hey uhm-I don’t think-UNCLE JOHN!!” All the three men looked at her confusion as John ran to the door to greet them. “Ah sorry, this is my niece Autumn, but I’d call her my daughter.” Autumn held out her hand shyly as she looked at all three of them as they all walked in and sat on the couch, she sat at the kitchen Island as John kept cleaning she got to know them.

“So you’re all in the military? But only Simon covers his face?” Simon smiled and responded “Right.” “So you’re an oddball?” “BE NICE.” She heard John yell. “I AM DAD-” John smiled to himself and noticed how she called him dad, he’s never felt so proud of himself before.

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Dreams of Milk and Honey (The Mandalorian X Earthling Reader)

I was inspired by a need to mother Grogu. I love him, my green son. Yes, I made things up, Marie Kondo style. Sue me. gif by @jedialways

Love, One At A Time

"Okay, there we go" You set up your phone just across from you, propped up precariously from across you on the counter, the device perched upon a strange contraption of wires and some questionable scrap metal that looked like it should be on the outside of the great antique ship the Razor Crest instead of inside but who was going to notice?

Well, someone, but not you. Out of sight, out of mind.

You open up the app, letting the timer start.

"Grogu, we're taping! Come on! Let's start!"

A small wrinkled green child with ears twice the size of its head and a nose as small and cute as a flower bell smiled widely at you, excited for what you had planned today.

"Good morning, and Welcome to the 'Craver Crest' where we make and bake what you're craving!" you spoke into the camera, smiling at your reflection as you speak. You turned and waved Grogu over, speaking once more to a disembodied audience as you kept your eyes on the little baby padding his way over to you, arms outstretched and ready for the world. You cradled him into your arms and had him face the camera with you to 'say hi to your fans!'

"Today and every day, all day, we welcome our sous-chef and taste-tester, Grogu! So today, we'll let Grogu decide what we get to make!" You presented two unused wires, one blue and one red, as choice makers. "So, Grogu, we can make either those cookies you like or we can make a snack sandwich today! Which would you like to pick? Blue for cookies, red for sandwich!" you chirped for him. Under your breath, you hummed the Jeopardy theme song as you smiled at Grogu, his big brown eyes full of innocence and sunlight that had seen too much pain already, living every day to the fullest, eagerly choosing the blue wire like you guessed he would. He did have a sweet tooth after Nevarro, after all.

"Well, looks like we're making cookies!" You grab a bowl and bring it to the camera, filling it with the egg whites and the cream you'd gotten at the behest of a few villagers you'd met several days ago. The places you'd travelled to had often yielded both unimaginable (to you) adventures and was often rewarded with homely little goods or money, but they were often a combination that greatly helped you pick out what you wanted. The last planet you'd been on, a pretty planet named Naboo, had offered you some goods that were easy to keep in the foodstore inside the Crest. The eggs belonged to some animals whose name you couldn't remember, but all that mattered was that the ingredients given to you by some thankful shop-owners you'd inadvertently helped by getting rid of the bounty had thanked you with some confectionary recipes for on-the-go dessert as a thank you, and also gave you at least 3 weeks of ingredients' worth for it! Mando sighed as he accepted, and you were determined to use them; it'd clear the shelves for the 'more important foodstuffs' he'd claim, like the practical grump he was.

"So, we've got our bowl with the rested egg whites, and the yokes I already cooked for breakfast, isn't that right, Grogu?" you asked, turning to the small green child who cooed in agreement, the camera catching your interactions as you spoke on about the ingredients of green sugar, blue cream, some paste that was almost almond-like, etc. You'd no idea that some sugars and milks in the galaxy could come in their own colours like that, but it just goes to show how far humankind could go if they weren't currently warring over dreams of delusional imperialism.

You turned to Grogu often, letting him join in the cooking after introducing the ingredients.

"Here, Grogu, could you pour the sugar in for me?" You'd lift him up and use a free hand to help him pour the contents of the bowl and then kiss his cheek as he laughed. "What a lovely assistant you are!"

"Would you pass me the spatula, dear?" He cooed as he lifted a small spoon, before you told him it was the one beyond, and as he grabbed it, you called him a 'sweet and clever sous-chef!' and bopped his teeny tiny nose before helping him stir the ingredients to finish off the quick recipe. Soon enough, it was time to put the fast-made sandwich batter for the macarons onto baking sheets and warm them, and you and Grogu laughed as you piped little circles of the batter onto a hoverpan, known to be the perfect non-stick pan even in heavy baking! You gave Grogu the important job of holding a small heart-shaped thick wire that worked as a cookie-cutter, and the wire was clean and usable, you'd made sure. Grogu was up to the task, concentrating very hard, his little eyes narrowing to inspect your work and ears perking up at every little heart-shape you both made. He took his job seriously and it warmed your heart every time.

By the time the pan was covered in two dozen hearts, the first two hearts were ready to be baked. In a matter of a few more minutes filled with your storytelling of Mando's most recent hunt, every last one of the hearts were ready, the quick-acting flour doing its job well. "Well, these look ready, so, with my sous-chef's word, we shall bake them! What do you say, chef? Shall we show our audience how to cook?"

Grogu's tiny fists waved in the air as he let out a squeal of agreement, and with a kiss to his head, you placed it into the Crest's oven, no preheat needed.

The wait was only 30 minutes, and you filled that time playing with Grogu, keeping him occupied as he passed you some sugar and milk, spilling a teeny bit as he lifted it to you, and you took it graciously and joked about the milk being excited enough to leap, just to hear Grogu giggle.

Grogu helped you mix, and in the corner of your eye, you could see your phone still recording, you and your lively little green boy stirring some fluffy butter-cream mix together for his cookies. You didn't know if he could read these recipe cards, but he was clearly vivacious, eager for the world, seeing it with the eyes of a child, even though he's known so much pain. This video wasn't just to make a joke and some fun: it was a small part selfish, but a bigger part for Grogu: he was already 50, and considering how young he was, it was clear he was going to outlive you. You didn't know if you'd be able to see him beyond a toddler's age, didn't know if you'd be able to hear him speak English/Basic, didn't know if sometime in the future, he might even forget you, or worse: not have the means or time to do something that makes him happy in a galaxy, a whole fucking galaxy's worth of enemies. You wanted to leave something for him, a memory of something fun, and maybe, just maybe, you'd find some way of living too, even as a little ghost who brought Grogu some joy in his young life. You'd give anything to be with him, but even you were mortal: you hoped you could give him a childhood to look back on before the future comes, whenever it may be.

The timer dinged in the midst of your little game of patty-cake you were teaching your three-fingered companion, and he jumped up, ears perking at the sudden noise. His eyes lit up, and you giggled at his antics. "Looks like our cookies are ready!"

His scream of joy was worth your teeth nearly gritting. His little feet pitter-pattered towards the oven that took you only a few steps to reach, but you walked slowly so as to give him time. "Come along, sous-chef, let's see what we made!" You had to move Grogu from the oven's front as he stubbornly squirmed until you told him hot air might hit him, and when he moved, you grabbed a protective handler and took the hoverpan out, placing it on the counter. You could feel Grogu tug on your clothes, trying to get up, so you picked him up and let him see the cookies.

"Well, it looks like we're finished! We just need to put them on the cooling rack! Would you help me, oh great sous-chef?" you exaggerated with a flourished bow, and a coo answered you in the affirmative. You took Grogu in your hands, took a flat-headed spatula that should be legally classified as a giant screwdriver, and with both your hand and Grogu's on the handle, lifted the first cookie up off the pan, the airy concoction coming up effortlessly, and you flipped it onto a cooling rack, making Grogu kick his little feet in excitement at this new activity. You two continued to flip the cookies, making sure you were explaining to Grogu to 'flick the wrist' and 'be gentle, or they might break before we can use them, okay hon?" and soon enough all the shells were cooling. You checked the recipe card from the shop-owner once more, seeing that the cookie shells just needed "a moment to rise and then it would be ready for the filling"; you turned to Grogu, telling him: "we can wait, right? We're almost done?" He tilted his head at you, and you nodded back, setting him down on the counter. "Well, we heard him, we're almost done and then its time for filling the cookies and eating! Did you want to say hi to the camera, sous-chef? Any words?" You pointed him the camera out to him, and he waved at his reflection, babbling at the phone, before the last clump of green sugar left from cooking caught his interest.

The timer blinking on your phone, and with Grogu occupied within supervision, you decided to add a personal touch to the video.

"So, Grogu and I made some cookies today, and we found out that flipping the cakes is a lot of fun! And that we have to be careful near heat sources, right?" You sighed at the camera, eyes distant, looking at Grogu in the camera who was facing the cookies, watching them with interest. "I hope that this recipe is something that you can enjoy any time, and I hope life gives you many sweet treats as sweet as you are. You're the world to me, baby, I love you so much; I hope you know that, sweetling". You smiled softly at the camera, before your expression turned to one of confusion as a turquoise macaron shell hovered in the air, Grogu's eyes narrowed and hand raised.

"Grogu no! They need to cool-" You got out of your seat and caught the cookie as it was making its way, hissing at the heat remaining on it before putting it back on the rack. You turned back to Grogu, his teeny hand now down as he looked up at you with those puppy eyes that screamed innocence with the gleam of mischief only you, Mando, and other parents could recognize in him. Snickering, you pick him up, cradling him to you, as you spoke with as honeyed a stern voice as you could make: "Grogu, those need to cool before we put the icing in or they'll get mushy and not tasty!"

The last thing the camera saw was a human placing buttercream onto little green shells, and a green baby putting another one atop, making a sandwich, both filled with smiles on their faces, love in their hearts as the human fed the tiny one the first of the cookies, the child enjoying them quite dearly.

Mando heard a beep registering on his vambrace, the alert not important but originating from his ship: your 'phone' he'd connected to his systems had taken a video. He remembered how he'd tracked your moves when you came aboard, and though it wasn't necessary, it was still a precaution that could help, he believed. The notification was a video file, titled Craver Crest1_ Cookies.

Well, it was alliterated?

He opened up the file. His helmet's visor picked up the command, and as he walked down the tunnels back towards the Crest since he'd delivered the bounty, the backdrop of the dark empty tunnel was perfect for the hologram as it appeared from his vambrace's built-in holoprojector.

He watched, nearly stumbling a few times as the passengers on the Crest made the same cookies he'd seen Grogu eat on Nevarro. It was so lovely to see Grogu smile and laugh, and learn about different things while having fun. The sight of him kicking his feet in excitement was something the Mandalorian would carry with him, an image in the back of his head, of just how cute Grogu would get sometimes. He watched as the video ended with the passengers, Grogu and his babysitter, smile and eat, waving goodbye to the camera with cookies in their hands. The video turned off, and the Mandalorian stepped out into the light of the lavender sunset on Tiragon, and made his way back to the ship. He wondered if there would be any cookies left for him? He'd know once he got back to the Cravor Crest, where they made the cookies he was now craving.

[bonefall]

Do you have an opinion on the Great Hunger that took place during Goosefeather's Curse? While I have some issues with the book as a whole despite loving Goosefeather (ex: I didn't like the retroactive vilification of Moonflower when she was just exasperated towards him sometimes during BP. Even as someone who really likes Goosefeather as a character, making his sister much worse to him just for symapthy is :/, especially since he was already forced to become a meddie as a literal small child and immediately ostracized which is sympathetic enough already lol. Not to mention...Stormtail.), I gotta admit seeing the clan resort to eating worms was a interesting and honestly refreshing change of pace compared to the usual "oh no we're all infected with (color)cough!!!!!!!" epidemics.

Oh I love it, I love crises that are more than just colorcough outbreaks. Colorcough outbreaks are so overused they're boring, at LEAST give me some other kinds of infection!

Though this is an odd nitpick but....... I feel like the Great Hunger shouldn't have been in Winter lmao. Humans starve in winter because of failed harvests in the autumn before, or ruined foodstores. They adapted that with Goosefeather's botched refrigeration plan, but, based on the cats being hunters, I think it actually should have been in Summer.

Summer with a heatwave that caused a massive fire, killed the meager prey that managed to breed that spring, and left it so hot that the cats couldn't hunt without heatstroke.

Don't get me wrong, frigid winters with a lot of snowfall would make it hard to hunt and find prey, but it's not like British squirrels hibernate. Neither do rats, mice, blackbirds, robins...

[formlab]

Kollage is a housing project that also contains a foodstore, two studios and a loading station. Model 1:50 by Carl Fredrik Emrik

[carangel]

Kicking my feet sobbing

My friend showed me this REALLY angst cheating fic awhile back with Red and him leaving you for his soulmate and I remember it out of NO WHERE.

Just-

Give me an antiharem fic:

Where after Red leaves you for his soulmate you pick ur sorry ass up and MOVE ON.

Continue life like he didn’t waste 3-5 yrs of a relationship cause his soul said ‘Ur comin home with me’ to another girl.

But you’re still friends with his brother because Papyrus supremacy

This is where the anti comes in

Shit goes down and Red brings a bunch of the aus to HIS place- same shit with my soulmate is ur soulmate cause same person different au.

But Red is not HAPPY, ofc his soul is full, he’s with his soulmate

But just because his soul is fulfilled emotionally doesn’t mean he’s happy EMOTIONALLY

She just doesn’t hit the spot like u do bbgrill

N maybe after bringing all the aus in and him seeing how unsupportive the girl is that’s when he realizes it

QUE YOU STUMBLING ONTO THE SCENE

You literally just living ur life stumbling onto all the skelles at random times

Maybe Blu at the farmers market

Black at the mall

Papyrus in the foodstore

And Rus in an arcade

WHO CARES UR BACK BB

And Red don’t know shit until the skelles are like ‘oh u should come to dinner’

AND YOU SHOW UP

Edge and Red being shocked cause they didn’t know that you were the person everyone was talking to

PERSONALITIES ARE NIGHT AND DAY BETWEEN YOU AND THE GIRL RED LEFT YOU FOR

And yk what- that’s not a bad thing

It’s not like the girl is a bad person

The whole point of all this is to show that Red, lost someone good for him

Someone who would be there for him through thick and thin and is willing to go through his bullshit because he was there for them

Some people aren’t willing to go through that and slay, cause place ur boundaries

But you were that person who was willing to go the extra mile and beyond

And he would slowly start to realize that again after everyone else brought you back in the foreground of his life

End game doesn’t have to be with you getting with everyone or getting back with Red

I just want him to feel shit cause the way he left the reader was so SAD it made me ANGRY

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[majorxmaggiexboy]

Crozier: What are the headlines of the meeting

Jopson: boat's being crushed, Lieutenant Little thinks we should move to Erebus, Lieutenant Irving is worried about the foodstores, New Canning Process Causes Problems

Crozier: Sports Column?

Jopson: the Erebus vs. Terror Wardroom Championship ended, match to Terror, but it's under contest because Mr. Blanky was not on the roster of players and was rather aggressive. Best Steward Competition faces scandal after being called 'Housewife Auditions'

Crozier: How is that a scandal?

Jopson: Crime Column, knife pulled on heckler at Best Steward Competition

Crozier: What? That's unacceptable. Who?

Jopson: M- I mean, it is unknown, sir. Witnesses remark, "Stewards Aren't Snitches"

Crozier: Fair enough, I suppose.

Jopson: Advice Column,

Crozier: We can skip that one

Jopson: Right, horoscopes.

Crozier: Go on

Jopson: "Libras Should Stop Drinking"

Crozier: Go back to the advice column

Jopson: There's one from....signed, "Cranky Captain"

Crozier: Skip it. Politics Column?

Jopson: Horrid, as always.

Crozier: You're right. Too early in the morning for depressing articles. Alright, Relationships?

Jopson: "Tired of Arguing All the Time? Try Kissing! It'll shut them right up!"

Crozier: ...right. *sigh* what about the- there's a section on pets, is there not?

Jopson: There is. The headline reads "Neptune declared Best Boy" but there is also an article about a cat named Shoofly.

Crozier: Fantastic. I suppose we must be getting on for the day, damn it, but....to hell with it, jokes section?

Jopson: It's just a description of this voyage, sir.

Crozier: Very cheeky. Are you making all this up on the spot?

Jopson: Don't know what you mean, sir. It's the News.

[speculative-world]

oviodont, more commonly called a colony destroyer, are thin durable ostoexoapo which will invade brachiodontostoma nests once they mate and inject many brachiodontostoma with eggs using their ovipositor, their in the same clade as other flat ostoexoapo however their shell has become compressed to make themselves durable, having thinner parts of their shell in a form of invisible segmentation, this makes them flexibly mobile and well protected, if theyre lucky they will find an exit of the colony once they finish their attack, and continue with their lives, they usually will attempt to find the monarch of the colony to incubate their eggs and will seek out the foodstores and eat what they find and then attempt to leave, their eggs take 4 days after laying to hatch and the young will then begin to eat the colony from the inside out and the entire group of oviodont young will be able to desimate an entire colony in a matter of hours, once they all mature they will leave the abandoned colony and find a mate to continue the cycle, if you have any questions about this seelenlos please dont be afraid to ask i am more than willing to answer

[reallypheelingit]

drew my buff skydancer Dox! They work as a miller, processing wheat and other grains forr the clan’s foodstores! In their free time, they love extreme sports and can often be found kayaking though local streams.