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When A Teen’s Heroes Act Awesome

bakafox:

Also, just- in terms of celebs at signings/panels having impact, was reminded of when I was about 14 or 15. Collective Soul was pretty ‘new’ in terms of EXPLOSION OF POPULARITY, and they were at a signing at a Blockbuster Music in San Antonio.

I had an electric guitar. It was absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous Ibanez one, stained bright fuchsia- like basically a bougainvillea bloom, you could see the wood grain through the staining, and the edges were left a natural wood color. I’d applique’d daisies and stitched beads and rhinestones to the strap of it.

And I decided I wanted them to sign my guitar. Which.. I’d gotten a little shit over because it was ‘so girly’.

Lemme tell you I never will forget being SO FUCKING NERVOUS on some level because I had that hot as fuck, but supposedly also ‘girly as fuck’ guitar, and here was my fave new band full of REALLY CUTE GUYS (and I mean 15 years old, yeah that made me nervous in and of itself).

And when I took that instrument out of the case, they told me they loved the color. Like all of them. They thought my ‘ridiculously girly’ guitar with its bright purple/pink coloring and fancied up strap was gorgeous. They lit up, and so did I, way more permanently than if they’d just been all ‘next, please’.

I never did really learn to play it well, fucked up my wrists bad enough two years later that I basically had to totally stop with trying. But here’s a thing too-

I already loved that guitar, but I’d had such a love/hate relationship with colors like that most of my childhood and earlier teen years, because of internalized feelings that I had to either go girly and pink or go flannel and boots only. . Most of the guys I knew around school, including the ones that talked about wanting to be in bands, would’ve given me hell over that Ibanez if any of them even were vaguely friendly enough with me to ever see it.

And here was the hottest bunch of older guys, whose music I loved, being just as cool with that guitar as I was.

Wasn’t that it necessarily made me love my guitar more, because I already loved it to death, it was my baby- but it made me feel a lot better about how much I loved it, and things like it.

Histories, Geographies, and Biographies

(( The events here took place 60 Phoenix 1327 AE. ))

The Asura scholar half-jumped at the nearness of the boot-scuff that broke the quiet in his corner of the archives. Even deep inside the Durmand Priory, trauma from old battles intruded with surprises. He looked up, saw nothing, and peered around the volumes on his desk. He smiled when he saw the diminutive, platinum-haired woman waiting to be noticed, realising that, even so close, she’d had to scuff her foot on purpose to attract his attention. ‘Good day, Adriwyn. To what do I owe this surprise?’

‘G’day, Grupta, an’ I’s lookin’ f’ some books.’

The Asura chuckled dryly. ‘When aren’t you looking for books?’

The girl smirked faintly as she pretended to consider the question. ‘When I’s in bed wi’ Senty.’

Grupta shook his head, one ear folding in amusement. ‘Right. And only then. I’m told you’ve been finding several books of late here, in various sections of the libraries. Geographies and biographies, primarily, and a smattering of histories. What brings you to me now?’

‘Two titles wha’ seems t’ be missin’. “Izibuko angaqondakali endala” an’ “vioo siri ya zamani.”’

A blink of surprise, and ears slowly curling upward. ‘Mirrors, is it? And why do you pronounce those languages better than your own?’

A shrug. ‘I only been taugh’ them proper, ‘stead o’ gowin’ up manglin’ ’em in th’ streets, I reckons. An’ one p’tic’lar mirror – Lyssa’s.’

Grupta nodded. ‘Thus the rather obscure Elonian tomes.’ His ears folded down again as he thought. ‘If you know to look for those books, and you’re here, it’s because nobody else in the library knows where they are, either.’ He looked up until he got her nod of agreement. ‘Right. Good thinking. Problem is, I don’t have them, either.’

‘So… Gixx, or missin’ entirely.’

‘Precisely, Magister.’

‘Thank y’, Arcanist.’ Her head tilted as she grew more serious again. ‘Don’ s’pose you’s read ’em an’ ‘members anythin’ o’ use?’

His eyes narrow as he frowns. ‘I see by your liveried coat that you’ve taken service with a noble house again. Perhaps, if you ask me as befits your current social standing, rather than that of your childhood, I could see what I can remember.’

A long, slow, deep breath, then a nod. Her speech came slowly and mostly with overly-precise enunciation now. ‘Th-the Six kn-know I could use th-the practice. Tell me, Arcanist, h-have you read either of th-those books, and d-do you remember anything from them that would be of use in t-trying to find that mirror?’

‘You’re coming along, but you do need to practice more. And, sadly, I’ve barely skimmed those books. There were some hints that there is such a mirror, and that it was brought out of Vabbi to Kryta at some point. It was then lost, or stolen, or some such. It may even be cursed. It could be anywhere from the Crystal Desert to Frostgorge, for all that I can recall from what I read.’

A slow nodding as she absorbed the information, clearly correlating it with other things she’d read. ‘Tug-o’-war between th-the Elder Dragons… belike Maguuma or Frostgorge. M-moving between, maybe, d-depending on wh-what curse… but m-more l-likely hid in one or th-the other place.’ She shrugs. ‘Well, th-thank you, Grupta. I r-reckon I’ll pester Gixx anyway, j-just in case… though I s-suspect the books really are m-missing.’

‘Good thinking, Adriwyn. Do be careful out there as you look.’

She turned and headed away from the archives again, moving silently enough to give the Asura chills as he watched her. She called over her shoulder as she rounded the lintel, ‘I will, f-friend, and th-thank you again.’

patrickat:

hopefisch:

blowhan:

potatobeenz:

You get home from a long day at work and turn on the TV. It’s been a long week, so you think to yourself- maybe i’ll take the family to a movie on Saturday. Maybe we’ll even go on a vacation soon! We could visit museums and go to plays and see all sorts of fun attractions. 

When you turned the TV on, nothing happened. There are no actors to entertain you. 
When you went to the movie theater, nothing was showing. There were no advertisements to tell you that anything was showing, so you went to the theater to find out. Nothing playing. There is no one to film and create movies for you. Well at least your vacation will be fun, right? Not like there will be any plays to see and there won’t be anything in the art museums. 
Well at least you have the shack you are living in that you made out of cardboard and sheets.

Not like you could find an architect to build you a house with all the money you’re making as an engineer. 

bless

Art creates our culture. Literally everything we are is because of the creativity of mankind.

TV station declares everything about itself is useless. No film at eleven because we don’t even have a building.