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HEEYYYYY . can you draw. can you dr. can you draw - GETS SHOT

(viraltoxins... if you need the ref 4 tox you can look at their tag on my #tunglerblog )

YES I CAN! VERY FUN TO DRAW! 🤖🤖

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NEW PROFILE PICTURE!

Hope ya like her!

(I used creative editing for the lighting!)

The LORD bless you!!!!

Matthew 5:16

✝️🩷😊

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Small Breakdown design

I imagine he'd like to work security, as it makes him feel more... Secure, though Soundwave's already got that covered, so Breakdown becomes the sole member of the Victory's IT department. Since he doesn't have to leave ever, he finds out he really loves decorating things with things he likes. He collects stickers and pins. His brothers and Skydive make him bracelets. His gun strap has buttons with his favourite albums on them and little doodles. Living his best life having to scream at old people on computers.

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HAPPY BDAY SAEEEAEEAEAEEE🥹🥹 MY LOVE MY ONE AND ONLY MY LOML (that was a bit much...)

HEKJEHEHEHE🥹🎉🎊

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cassandra and alexander goth.

[chilling-seavey]

i don’t know if you’ve done this yet, or if you will, but ABM Daniel reacting to his girls getting their first period? -🙃

This one flowed out of me (lol accidental pun) so fast I’m actually surprised how easy it came to me. After brainstorming with T Anon for a bit first ofc haha. I’ve waited for this ask for a while so thank you!

Clementine

Tuesday, February 18, 2031

With Clementine, Daniel was blindsided. He hadn’t even thought about his girls eventually getting periods. Of course, he knew enough about them from Florence, but his daughters? It never grazed his mind. He figured they’d just stay young forever, right?

Clementine was the first of her sisters to get her period and she was young (twelve years old to be exact) and thus had no clue what was going on when she went to the bathroom at school and found red in her underwear. Now, Clementine wasn’t a stupid child and she certainly wasn’t shy but when it came to her private body parts that she really had no clue about – she was completely frightened. She went to Florence first; her mother, her comfort, and a fellow woman, sitting in the office at school claiming to have a terrible stomach-ache and needed to call home.

Usually the girls called Daniel to get them out of school because they liked having any excuse to get him out of work to see him during the week but when Florence herself had a phone call from the school; she was worried all in herself too.

Clementine held the school phone to her ear with her hand over the speaker so the secretary couldn’t hear her conversation, “Mama.”

“Hey, Clemmy girl. What’s wrong?” Florence asked softly through the line.

“I…” Clementine glanced over at the secretary and she slowly turned her back to the older woman for some sort of privacy, “Can you come get me?”

“You want me to come get you? Why? What happened?”

“I’m hurt…I’m bleeding.”

“Okay, baby, I’m on my way. Where are you bleeding? Did you hurt yourself at recess?”

Clementine worked up all her courage in her little twelve-year-old body. “In my underwear.”

Florence, on the other end of the line, literally stopped gathered her purse for a beat and her eyes went wide, “Oh. Okay. You’re not hurt, baby. I’m gonna come get you right now and we’re gonna have some girl talk, alright?”

“Yes, please.” Clementine sniffled.

“Sit tight, darling girl. I’m on my way.”

Florence and Clementine spent the remainder of the afternoon together on the floor of the master bathroom in their apartment and that’s right where Daniel found them when he got home from work. All he got was a text from Florence asking him to come home early so he could pick up Penelope and Lucy from school and he had no idea why.

He stopped in the doorway to the bathroom, guitar case still in hand and bag still over his shoulder from work, staring wide eyed at his wife and eldest daughter sitting on the floor surrounded by boxes of pads and tampons and pamphlets and sharing a tub of ice cream with two spoons. No one spoke for a moment. Clementine didn’t dare look at her father. Daniel met his wife’s gaze.

“Hey, baby.” Florence spoke gently. “Give us a minute and we’ll be right out.”

Daniel nodded, taking a hesitant step back before walking out of the bathroom. He set his guitar and his bag by the desk and leaned against the wall with a shaky exhale like he had just witnessed a crime. 

After a few moments, Clementine and Florence came out of the ensuite together, the twelve-year-old hiding the box of pads behind her back like it was a sin for her father to see them.

Daniel didn’t know what to say.

“We got our first monthly visitor of many, didn’t we, Clemmy?” Florence said, petting her hand lovingly over her daughter’s hair.

Clementine nodded lightly.

Daniel took a shuttering inhale like it was devastating news.

His obvious discomfort made Clementine pout, dropping her shameful gaze to the floor, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

That snapped him back down fast, instantly standing in front of his daughter and taking her face in his hands to get her to look at him, “There is nothing for you to be sorry about.”

“You look embarrassed. And it’s yucky. So…” Clementine shrugged.

“Oh, gosh, angel, no.” Daniel tisked. “It’s not yucky. It’s life. And I’m not embarrassed and I’m not uncomfortable or anything like that…I’m just…”

He looked over to Florence as if she would help him figure out his internal feelings.

Daniel sighed, turning back to his daughter, “I’m just…surprised. You’re my sweet baby girl and now you’re almost a woman. I just don’t want you growing up anymore.”

“A woman?” Clementine’s eyes went wide, nearly shining with possibility at that statement.

“Yeah. Your first step to becoming a woman is getting your period.”

“What’s the next step?” Clementine looked between her parents. “Can I do that one now too?”

“No, no, no.” Daniel said quickly. “No rushing this.”

Clementine nodded and he leaned down to press a kiss to her head and she wrapped her arms around his middle for a quick hug. Daniel scrunched his eyes closed as he held his daughter for a moment as if trying to hold on to her last bit of childhood, tears welling in his eyes at simply the thought of it all. But then Clementine was rushing down the hallway with her box of pads and Daniel was sighing through his forming tears, taking his wife into a soft embrace next.

“I don’t want her growing up, Flora. This isn’t fair.” Daniel breathed, his voice wavering.

“I know.” Florence sighed, resting her head on his shoulder.

A silent tear fell down Daniel’s cheek but he wiped it away quickly, just as Clementine shouted from down the hallway, “Penelope! I’m a woman now!”

Penelope

Monday, November 15, 2032

With Penelope, Daniel was half asleep. It was 4am when Penelope woke up with a sore stomach and she slunk out of bed to the bathroom, moving quietly to not wake her sister. She went to do her business but the spot of deep red in her underwear startled her more awake than she already was. Now Clementine was quite vocal about her period, so Penelope knew what it was, but it didn’t mean she was prepared already. At only twelve-and-a-half, Penelope didn’t feel ready to be a woman yet and this little spot on the fabric of her underwear felt like the end of the world. She pulled her pyjamas back up, washed her hands, grabbed her favourite stuffed puppy from her bed, and patted quietly down the hallway to the master bedroom.

It was dark in the room with the curtains pulled closed, but Penelope rushed around to the far side of the king size bed like it was second nature. She climbed up onto the bed and slunk under the warm sheets, curling up beside Daniel who was still fast asleep. Habitually, he stirred slightly and draped his arm around his daughter, pulling her closer and pressed a kiss to her head.

“Daddy.” Penelope whispered, her trembling voice making his eyes open in concern.

Daniel looked down at her and pet his hand over her hair, “What’s wrong, bug?”

Penelope only sniffled and held him tighter, shutting her eyes and clinging onto him with the material of his shirt bunched up in her fist as if she was never going to let him go. Daniel was never one to force his daughters to speak to him so he stayed quiet and just held her close until she wanted to share whatever was on her mind. He figured it was just a nightmare.

To Penelope, it really was.

“Daddy, I don’t wanna grow up.” Penelope finally mumbled.

“You don’t have to, honey.” Daniel assured her tiredly, his eyes still closed as he was still half asleep. “Not yet.”

“Yes, I do.” Penelope whimpered. Her small sob had Daniel’s eyes opening again and he reached over her to turn on the bedside light. Father and daughter blinked through the sudden brightness and he stayed propped up on his side to look at her, seeing the tears brimming in her blue eyes.

“Talk to me, bug.” Daniel whispered as she curled into his chest to cry into his shirt and the plush puppy she held clutched in her hand. He ran his fingers through her tangled brown hair, petting it gently to try and help calm her.

“I-I think I g-got my…” Penelope didn’t even want to say it.

She didn’t need to; Daniel knew.

“Okay, bug.” Daniel sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she clung onto him. “Let’s get you up.”

Penelope shifted out of the bed and Daniel followed her, leading her into the ensuite and turned the light on for them. She held her stuffed puppy in her hands, silent tears trickling down her cheeks as she stood in the middle of the bathroom, watching Daniel crouch down in front of the cupboard under the sink.

“Make it stop, Daddy.” Penelope sniffled.

When Daniel looked over at her, his heart nearly broke. She was crying and scared and he could see the small quarter size spot of red staining her light blue pyjama pants. He only shifted to sit on the ground and held out his arms for her to run into, “Come here, bug.”

Penelope curled up on his lap – a sobbing, shaking mess – and her tears dripped onto his shirt as she clung onto him.

“Nothing to cry about, baby, I promise.” Daniel assured her softly, petting her messy brown hair back from her face and he pressed a loving kiss to her head. He took a deep breath before continuing, determined to do this himself, “Did Mommy or Clem or school ever tell you about periods?”

“Clemmy just said when you get it you’re a woman and that she’s one.”

“Well it’s not like you’re suddenly an adult or anything. You can certainly be a kid for as long as you feel like.” Daniel said. “Just means your body is starting to grow up and you’ll have your period every month now.”

“Every month?!” Penelope gaped at him. “I have to make myself bleed every month?”

“Your body does it itself, baby.” Daniel chuckled. “I don’t really know why. We can ask Mommy when she wakes up, okay?”

Penelope nodded, resting her head against his with her arm around his shoulders. The two of them stared into the open cupboard together and Daniel finally spotted the black box and reached in to take it out. Penelope watched him open the top and they stared down at the row of brightly wrapped puffy squares together for a moment. They both sighed in unison.

Daniel ruffled a hand through his hair, “These you put in your underwear and they keep the blood from going everywhere.”

“Daddy, should you be talking to me about this? Since you’re a boy?”

“Would you rather me get Mommy up?” Daniel asked quickly.

“No…I just...don’t want you to be uncomfy.”

“I’m just fine, Nell.” Daniel smiled, wiping her tears from her cheeks with his thumb. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back in bed, okay?”

Penelope nodded and they both stood up from the floor. She took one of the pads from the box he held and he directed her to the small water-closet in the ensuite while he went to retrieve her some clean pyjamas from her dresser. He waited while she cleaned herself up in the privacy of the ensuite and she finally stepped out shyly, redressed.

“I feel yucky, Daddy.” Penelope whispered, walking with a bit of a waddle as she got used to the pad. “My tummy hurts.”

“I bet it does.” Daniel held out his arm and she curled into him with a pout. “Do you want to stay with us tonight?”

“Yes please.” Penelope mumbled.

So they returned to the bedroom – Florence still fast asleep on her side of the bed – and Daniel got Penelope tucked right in the middle before climbing in after her. She sniffled and turned to face him, cuddling her puppy to her chest and he pulled her close.

Daniel pressed his lips to her head in a soft kiss as she drifted back to sleep in his arms and he whispered a soft, “You’re always going to be my little girl.”

Lucy

Sunday, September 2, 2035

With Lucy, Daniel was not prepared. Well, not prepared for the ear-piercing scream that echoed through the entire apartment at 6 in the morning on a Sunday. It woke everyone – probably even the neighbours – and Daniel was flying out of bed at record speed, tripping over the sheets in his rush to tend to the screams of terror from his youngest. Florence was gone away on a weekend trip with a few girlfriends and Daniel was not ready to have to report an injury or a murder to his wife while she was gone away at the spa (honestly, by the sounds of Lucy’s scream it seriously sounded like she had been stabbed).

The young singer had lungs and held her piercing scream for an impressive amount of time until Daniel was nearly falling into her bedroom in a panic, finding his eleven-year-old sitting up in bed in a pool of blood. He froze in place as he stared at it, eyes wide, and looked up at her with enough shock that had Lucy screaming in fear again.

“Daddy, what’s wrong with me?!” she shrieked, tears brimming in her blue eyes as she glanced down at her pale pink pyjamas; the shorts dipped in deep red between her legs. “It’s not supposed to be this much!”

“It can. It can. Okay. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Daniel rushed right over to her and took her hands to help her out of bed.

Lucy cringed as she moved, bursting into tears as she got to her feet. Clementine and Penelope were in her doorway by then, both still half asleep but lured out of bed by all the screaming. The sight of their panicked father and blood-soaked little sister had them snapping awake.

“Oh my God, Lu-Lu.” Clementine gaped.

“I’m dying! Am I dying?!” Lucy sobbed as Daniel led her to her bathroom.

“I don’t think so! It’s just ridiculously heavy!” Clementine said.

Lucy cried harder as Daniel sat her on the side of the bathtub. Normally, the sisters would take over for the father, but Clementine and Penelope knew Daniel had it perfectly handled so they focused on stripping the bed to clean the sheets. Lucy was wailing, hot heavy tears pouring down her cheeks that Daniel couldn’t wipe away fast enough.

“You are just fine, Princess. You’re okay. I was just surprised, you’re not dying.” Daniel assured her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m gonna run you a bath and while you rinse off I’ll call Mum, alright?”

Lucy sniffled and nodded. She watched him start to run the bath, sitting perfectly still on the side of the tub as if she was afraid of moving. Daniel poured in a cap of lavender bubble bath for her and let the bubbles rise in the water.

He took his daughter’s tear streaked face in his hands, “You get in there and I’ll be right back with some clean pyjamas, okay?”

Lucy nodded and he left with a kiss to her head, closing the bathroom door behind him. The older girls had just put on the laundry after drenching the sheets in stain remover and returned to the bedroom.

“The mattress is definitely stained.” Clementine whispered to their father who was staring, concerned, at the double bed. She pulled open the curtains to bring some light into the room.

“Yeah, she’s gonna need a new one.” Daniel ran a tired hand through the back of his hair, thinking about what to do about it. He finally resorted to a flat, “I gotta call your mother. Can you girls start breakfast?”

“Sure.” Clementine agreed, and the girls slunk out of Lucy’s room and towards the kitchen.

Daniel rushed into the master ensuite and dug around under the sink for one of Florence’s extra boxes of pads and took it back to the bedroom down the hall. With an extra towel, a second set of pyjamas, and the box of pads in hand, Daniel knocked on the bathroom door.

Lucy’s soft voice came from the other side, “Yeah.”

“You decent?”

“Yeah.”

Daniel stepped inside the bathroom and set the clothes on the counter. Lucy was mostly submerged under the water until only her head was poking out of the bubbles and she was pouting up at him.

“Feeling okay, Princess?” Daniel asked.

“Sleepy.” Lucy shrugged.

“Don’t fall asleep in there, okay?”

Lucy nodded.

“You know what these are?” Daniel held out the box.

She nodded again.

“Okay.” he set it on the side of the counter.

“Daddy.”

“Yeah, honey?”

“I want Mommy.”

“I know. I’m gonna call her now.”

“M’kay.”

Daniel left his youngest to her privacy and returned to his own room to grab his phone and call his wife. Florence came home early from her weekend trip, making a beeline for Lucy’s room as soon as she got inside – only stopping to kiss her other two daughters and her frazzled husband on the way. They had to order a new mattress meaning Lucy had to sleep with her sisters while they waited for it to be shipped. However, Lucy – living up to her nickname – acted like a whole princess for that week, kicked back on the couch and being served by her family with whatever she wanted.

“Only for this week.” Florence told her multiple times. Lucy only smiled.

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sometimes i wish i never left tumblr

[hiperulises-blog]

Ya no quiero ser influencer

Llevo un rato (si no es que varias semanas) digiriendo el capitulo 3 de Midnight Gospel. Ya vi West of Memphis, el documental que cuenta la historia del como tres adolescentes de Memphis fueron injustamente encarcelados durante más de 18 años por haber violado y asesinado a tres niños de 8 años. 

Como sea, uno de estos tres adolescentes era el joven Demian Echols, que en Midnight Gospel es Darryl the Fish. Prácticamente es la misma persona. Luego de haber pasado sus mas de 18 años en prisión le dedica su vida a lo que siempre quizo: la magia. 

Oh, la magia, tú las canciones. Y yo...

no dejo de pensar en la frase que a continuación voy a citar torpemente: 

"La neta, me siento mas afortunado por la vida que tuve que muchos de los millennials de ahora. Porque ellos andan por ahí preguntándose ¿Quién soy yo? ¿Cuál es mi lugar en la vida? y yo no. Yo siempre supe quién era y lo acepté y ya". Darryl, el pez. 

Cuando empecé a hacer videos en youtube había leído mi perfil psicológico del indicador Myers-Briggs, en el cual había calificado como Campaigner (ENFP-A / ENFP-T). Entre otras cosas esta galleta de la fortuna me estaba diciendo que mi papel en la vida es no dedicarme a una sola cosa, si no a varias. 

En seguida, empecé a hacer una retrospectiva de mi vida. De chiquito quería ser inventor o detective. En la secundaría quería ser estrella de rock, también me dijeron que tenía futuro en la publicidad o como maestro. Que tenía cualidades para ser un gran lider. Ya después me empezó a interesar el arte, en particular la música electrónica experimental y me convencí a mí mismo de que eso era. Pero llevó años trabajando como editor de video, ah porque en la universidad quise ser director de cine. También he escrito al menos 50 intentos de relatos de ciencia ficción, cientos de poemas que nadie jamás verá, algunas investigaciones periodísticas. Recientemente soy youtuber, me siento realmente orgulloso de mis 9 videos mediocres.

Mas de 60 tracks que dejé a medias y publiqué porque ya me tenían harto. Renunciar a un trabajo tras otro. Fallar cada vez con más frecuencia en mis relaciones amorosas, hasta que dije ya bueno, ¿qué esta pasando?

No, la verdad es que siempre he dicho en voz alta "¿Que esta pasando?". En retrospectiva puedo observar que de alguna forma siempre he sido todo lo que quise ser. Mi rol mas abstracto es el de ser un mago/brujo/hechicero; y de lo que más presumo es de mis poderes de observación. Que tengo 6 ojos en la cara, le digo a la gente. 

Entonces de eso se trata. Es la continua exploración de cómo hacer que la vida sea menos insípida. ¿Cuántos de ustedes se sienten como yo?. En este momento no se si culpar a mi perfil de Campaigner o a algo mas interesante: LA BRECHA GENERACIONAL 

Como si supiera que significa eso...

Lo parte interesante de Darryl, the fish es cuando dice que nosotros los millennials nos pasamos la vida preguntándonos quienes somos y cuál es nuestro lugar en la vida. ¡Si es verdad! 

Ahora pienso en el meme del perrito musculoso vs el perrito posmoderno. Mi abuelo y mi papá ya sabían cuál era el rumbo de sus vidas cuando tenían mi edad. Yo tengo 25 años, y aunque no siento que he estado perdiendo el tiempo, si estoy un poco cansado de andar de mundo en mundo valiendo verga. 

Me llamo Ulises, y de acuerdo con mis creencias, mis papás me pusieron así ignorando el peso semántico que eso traía consigo. Soy un héroe griego que viaja por el mundo enfrentando adversidades, una tras otra, para después regresar a Perséfone 20 años después. 

Y también me llamo Hector, como el príncipe de Troya. Lejano de las aventuras es el protector masculino. Podría defender el pórtico de mi casa de los invasores. Muy parecido a una idea que me ha estado llenando la idea últimamente "Rey de mi propio jardín".

De algún modo la vida intermitente ha estado divertida, pero todavía fantaseo con si el destino traerá una neverita de cerveza helada con los hommies en la puertas de Itaca. (Referencia a La Odisea y a Calle 13, perdón por ponérselas difícil). 

Por eso digo que ya no quiero ser influencer. En realidad nunca lo he querido. Le coqueteo a la fama pero realmente pienso que estaría mejor sin ella. Disfruto hacer cosas, no pienso mucho en perfeccionar una disciplina, o quizá mi disciplina es mi identidad. Soy un explorador. 

Lo divertido es buscar, no encontrar. Una última idea interesante es aquella de la masculinidad. Probablemente soy más príncipe (por Héctor) o viajero (por Ulises) que mago. Pero no puedo dejar de sentirme atraído por las artes oscuras. Desde Harry Potter, hasta la Alta Magia ceremonial, pasando por la psicología. He saltado de disciplina en disciplina tratando de encontrar como dominar mi propia realidad. 

Me he tragado todas las bases del ocultismo sin querer ir buscar un maestro, porque siempre ha sido lo mío ser un mal estudiante. De entrada no me interesan los viajes astrales, por el momento me gustan los límites de ser un ser humano, ¡ya es demasiado tremendo!

Quién sabe, a ver qué dice el tiempo después. 

*foto del buen Sol Montelongo.

Para terminar, porque ya es hora de ir hacer otra cosa, quisiera que me compartieran sus ideas de la magia. Ahora que leyeron todo esto, ¿Cuáles son sus recomendaciones? Ademas, ¿A ustedes les pasa igual? ¿Será cosa de nuestra generación esto de andar por la vida sin saber quienes somos? ¿Que no es cosa de todos los seres humanos hacerse esas preguntas? Quizá nosotros abusamos de ese derecho. 

Abrazos sinceros, amigxs. 

Les dejo este playlist que hice a manera de hechizo, susurrando:

Bendito sea este playlist y ojalá me ayude a conectar más con ustedes.

(Referencia a Midnight Gospel, capitulo 3)