#throwbackthursday to one of my few attempts at a sultry smize. I never believe it’s successful because I think I look goofy, stoned, or frightened lol!! Yay for a square chin and tiny lips ♀️. It’s ok though because I have a great #tbt #modelingdays #dallas #memories #smize https://www.instagram.com/p/CHf44lDA6YB/?igshid=1mcamdz0gme2j
Giving a little throwback for this #transformationtuesday post. I began my transition in a furniture store I managed in Waco, Texas…yup, you read that correctly…Waco . It’s hard to believe that was 8 years ago. I remember starting hormones near the end of 2011 and dreading the conversation I had to have with my regional manager to inform him of my transition. I was pleasantly surprised when his response was, “I’m from New York…I have been around the lgbt community my whole life. I have no problems with this at all. When do you want me to let corporate know?” As I slowly told coworkers, I kept being met with open arms and open hearts. I know it’s a rare occurrence to transition in a workplace and find so much support and for that I’m beyond grateful. I have so many great stories from that experience and may share them as a few YouTube videos. I think I have shared one or two already. #beforeandafter #memories #transition #transisbeautiful #grateful #lifecanbebeautiful #betruetoyourself #latepost #lategram https://www.instagram.com/p/CEnZjqhAlGl/?igshid=o7bhkbf3otuo
#throwbackthursday to those furniture selling days in Dallas. I def don’t miss the job but I did enjoy helping people decorate. I also really loved dressing up cute for work. Can I look this young again please!!!! #memories #feltcute #mirrorselfie https://www.instagram.com/p/B_5CKL-gK_B/?igshid=1gtt1qgh5pfl3
2017 was a whirlwind of a year. I was making up for my hermit-like college years with ferocity–in addition to working at the Lab of O, I had joined two church choirs, gotten engaged in some community volunteering, and was socializing most nights of the week and weekend. Everything was going well and sprinting forward, and I could see a concrete future for myself coalescing that checked all of my boxes–something I’d been pursuing since I left my parent’s home 10 years prior. Then a significant personal snag occured, and that envisioned future became so much fog. I was not sure what was next again. It was in that fog, sitting at a coffeeshop in Burlington, VT, that I painted this image that went on to be my Christmas card for the year. I wasn’t very familiar with Stoicism at the time, but had unconsciously made for myself a little Stoic scholar in the form of this ruffed grouse.
The untouched snow ahead beckons. There are many ways to leave a trail, and all of them lead to life–with the right attitude, a life lived well. But no matter what, your job as One Who Lives is to press on–one foot in front of the other.
4: We Three Kinglets A year later in 2016 found me–once again–in entirely different circumstances. I’d defended my masters successfully, barely dodged desperation-employment in a warehouse proofreading FDA legal documentation, and most excitingly of all, had achieved my dream job: a stint as the Bartels Science Illustrator at the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. I was incredibly lucky to be interviewed for the Bartel’s program. I was even luckier in that my cartoonier birds came up in the conversation, and the supervisor of the program (Hi Diane! <3) asked to see those (I hadn’t included any of that stuff in my submission–remember the Winter Birds?). Luckiest of all, later that day, I got the best e-mail I’ve ever received–an offer to come make bird art for the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. I arrived in NY that fall basically frothing at the mouth to get started. I loved Ithaca instantly, with its dark stone gorges and gray skies, its delightfully peculiar people (including the wonderfully chaotic DJ/Actor/vet student/chicken dad roommate I found on Craigslist, and the fiery, passionate bird-lover/horseback-rider/wine scientist he happened to be dating), and of course the Lab and its people itself. I found myself with a bit of free time at first, and it was in that free time the concept for Ballads of Remex was born. Projects at the Lab picked up quickly, and I would work on those all day and then at 4:30 switch to drawing my own projects. I drew all of the original Ballads of Remex pieces that first October sitting at the Bartels Illustrator Desk in the CLO. For that year’s holiday card, I was full of gratitude for the personal blessings in my life, during a year that was so challenging for so many. I drew the wise men as birds, offering gifts birds might offer, as a silly little thank you to the world around me. I carry the people I met in Ithaca in my heart to this day. I miss them all terribly. If you are one of those people, I am certain you know it–and if you ever think about me too, I hope you’ll say hi.
A few days ago I read these headcanons about the Bakugou Family by the lovely @cutekirikitty and I felt so inspired, enough to beat for a night my writer’s block. Sooooo… this is the result. I wanted to write a ff revolving around Mitsuki, that I headcanon as a very complex and beautiful mother figure. I believe she may have had a past similar to his son, especially due to her flaming personality, and I don’t believe that just because she became a mother all her issues have magically disappeared. Parenting is hard and there’s no guide to it. That’s why I love her so much. I hope you enjoy this ff as much as me!
And thank you again Cutekirikitty for reading and betaing and helping me to improve it! You were such a great inspiration and help!
Light Angst, Parenting, Anger Issues, Motherhood, Mother-Son Relationship, Fluff, Kiri is a Sunshine, Established Relationship, Official Introduction to the Parents
“I’m home!”
Masaru’s voice echoed through the rooms of the Bakugou’s household.
As he tiredly took off his shoes, no answer was screamed back at him. He frowned, then let out a little sigh.
Looking around as he straightened, he realized that all the lights were off; he couldn’t hear anything from the kitchen nor any other room.
Oh.
So, that was it?
He silently padded down the corridor, up the stairs and then to the bedroom he shared with his wife. Finding the door closed, he decided to knock before entering. When nobody answered, he turned the knob and quietly stepped into the dark room.
His lips stretched in a bitter-sweet smile.
There she was, Mitsuki, curled in the middle of their bed, with photos scattered around her as the light of the dying sun dyed her in red. He could only see her back but knew by heart all the telltale signs of when his wife was upset.
“I’m home…” he repeated in a murmur.
A flinch.
“…welcome back.”
“Can I sit?”
A shrug.
Satisfied with the reaction, he seated on the corner of the bed. Close enough to reach out to her in case of need, but not to suffocate her.
Mitsuki was staring at a crumpled photo in her hands, chin resting on the knees.
It brought Masaru back in times, to when they were younger. When Mitsuki was fighting with herself day by day, when she would suddenly get silent and mad and flee away from him for no apparent reason. When Masaru would wait for hours under her window to know if she was alright, when he would let her cry into his arms. When life was less complicated, and they were the only ones they had to take care of.
Masaru leaned to look at which one she was looking, even though he could sort of tell by all the wrinkles. A photo she had the habit to pick when she was angry at herself.
A young Katsuki flashed a blinding smile to the camera, holding triumphantly some flowers in his hands. There were two or three bruises on his skin.
They had gone hiking for the first time ever; well, more a walk than anything. Katsuki had been so excited about the smallest things, running wild into the woods. The scars were a badge of honor for having tripped down a slide as he tried to pick some flowers for Mitsuki. His mother hadn’t had the heart to scold him, too moved by the innocent gift.
“…wasn’t he happy?” she whispered, voice scratchy.
He could see how puffy her eyes were but made no comment.
“Yes, it’s one of my favorite photos.”
She nodded in agreement.
“It was one of the last times I genuinely complimented him wasn’t it?”
Masaru didn’t reply.
They both knew the answer.
Mitsuki was an overly proud mom.
Who could blame her?
She had a caring, honest husband she loved to death and a strong, shiny son who deserved the world. She still couldn’t believe she had been blessed with them, especially thinking of all the flaws and issues she had always harbored inside.
She had managed to do something good in the end, hadn’t she?
That’s why she had always showered Katsuki with compliments, love, and affection. Well, partially it was also to compensate for when she would lose control and let her anger burn, but she was working on it; she had already improved in comparison as to how she was during high school. But, most of all, it was because she genuinely believed Katsuki was the best child ever.
Strong, beautiful, capable, smart, confident… And with a strong quirk to match! She couldn’t count how many people had complimented her, saying her Katsuki was born to be a hero.
How could have a mother not let it go to her head? She had always been bad at control herself, at doing things with measure.
She had let it blind her.
Stupid of her, right?
Then small things had started to pile up… a harsh comment, a sentence that had made her nearly snapped, bruises on his skin, stubborn replies, an annoyed click of the tongue… Small things that should have told her what was happening, that should have made her understand. But… she didn’t want to see. Katsuki was probably the best thing it had ever happened to her and she didn’t want to accept she may have… ruined it. She wasn’t ready. She was scared. She wanted to believe they were just tantrums, that they would pass soon.
Until the truth smacked her in the face and she was left with no choice.
When they heard surprising news, they knew they’d come no matter what.
Piers managed to slip away from Senate and crossed all dangerous seas and lands to be by his best friend’s side that important day. Lana of course came along and they decided they’d be celebrating as if there’s no tomorrow! They rarely have chances to spend some more time together due to all work and conflicts in the area.
Neshi arrived straight from her fieldwork, as another global case was in her hands. She found a moment to leave her world and bring Kaiyoshi with her. If the World Champion & International Detective and also the Guardian of the Seas can make it, everyone should!
Auura wanted to visit the North for some time so it looks like it was meant to be! She didn’t hesitate, just packed her things and set out on the journey to witness her people’s bright destiny.
Hazam was the only one who knew their Future and maybe that was the reason he was smiling almost all the time. Or maybe it was nostalgia of their times.. or maybe something different. It’s a big day also for Nila as she found out that the Past will show the roots of her family.
Their dear Friend @unluckyadept finally found what he was looking for. He finally found Happiness and Loneliness is no more in his Life beside his beloved one! Onward to days of Sunrise!☀️
Carolle Bénitah :: From: “Jamais je ne t’oublierai” (series). 2018 Virginia Award | src L’œil de la photographie
“I will never forget you is a work on family memory, happy and fantasized, confronted with negative memories. […] I rebuild the memory of my family that I did not have, invented a tailor made one where I resurrect all the people who have disappeared, the territories that I did not know and were praised.” (quoted from source)
@cmbhealingjourney sent me this amazing photograph and I thought how amazing and cute it was and I thought also: it could be me holding all that cats because I love cats! This beautiful woman was @cmbhealingjourney grandmother in 1950s. Is she pregnant, or is just the dress? @cmbhealingjourney? Well, thank you for sharing with us this amazing photograph of your beautiful grandma! #loveyourancestors #ancestors #antique #memories #antiquephoto #photo #photooftheday #historyinpictures #historyinphotos #history #historia #história #storia #istoria #histoire #historie #geschichte #istorie #cute #cats #cat #love #lovely #grandma #grateful #1950s #20thcentury #1950sfashion #fashionhistory #fashion https://www.instagram.com/p/B9ro5j3HE83/?igshid=gjz8qzv0sfgj
