#Bon yurt

[silviascorcella]

Pomandère a/i 19-20: “nomadi orizzonti”, viaggio libero nella femminilità

Questa è una di quelle pregiate occasioni in cui qualsivoglia etichetta, nonostante la sua indiscussa utilità svelta, risulterebbe un atto brusco di assottigliamento dell’universo accogliente e denso di valore che avvolge le creazioni di stile poste al suo cuore, e le persone stesse che ai capi e agli accessori han dato vita: appoggiare il termine “brand” accanto al nome Pomandère è infatti un gesto che andrebbe eseguito con la consapevolezza felice che si sta per entrare in un mondo ricco di autenticità e bellezza gentile.

Un mondo abitato da quella piacevole delicatezza che viene dalla passione profonda per la manifattura tessile italiana artigiana: una passione stratificata nel tempo lungo della storia di famiglia e nell’esperienza curiosa, aperta eppur discreta, che attraverso gli abiti regala la sensazione di sentirsi a casa. E allo stesso tempo, con quella stessa discretezza gentile, ogni collezione Pomandère si rivela un invito affascinante al viaggio: geografico, certo, ma anche e tanto alla scoperta delle sfaccettature cangianti che plasmano l’anima femminile.

La nuova destinazione di viaggio proposta dalla collezione a/i 2019-20 è già incastonata nel suo nome: s’intitola “nomadi orizzonti”, e l’itinerario composto dalle creazioni si muove libero nella sterminata geografia concreta della Mongolia come fosse un percorso d’ispirazione per compiere un viaggio parallelo, stavolta disegnato nella geografia del cuore di donna. Lì dove le emozioni sono libere, nomadi, e l’istinto è la guida affidabile alla scoperta degli orizzonti che definiscono la propria dimensione. Basta scorrere con lo sguardo e il tatto le creazioni, e l’itinerario si svela.

Le atmosfere si rivelano attraverso la calda bellezza dei materiali, con le lane soffici e morbide, l’eleganza dei velluti ricamati e tinti in colori intensi, che rievocano l’avvolgenza delle stuoie colorate e dei tappeti di feltro di lana di pecora che riscaldano le abitazioni mongole. Il gusto contemporaneo prende forma fluida e asciutta con il cupro, l’habutai di seta, e la luce di lurex e paillettes: un percorso nella sofisticatezza che prosegue negli inserti di pizzo, nei contrasti di seta sulle flanelle lavate, nei check e i velluti millerighe e lisci, fino alla lavorazione dei fiori agugliati che raccontano i fiori della steppa.

Le tappe son narrate nelle suggestioni evocate dalla palette cromatica: le cromie delle steppe, con le intense sfumature di verde, il corda delle yurte ospitali, il ginseng e l’oliva, il bianco della neve, il giallo Mongolia che brilla fino all’oro; i colori del deserto dal tenue latte al terracotta fino al rosa vibrante, e le stampe dei fiori che lo decorano; le tinte piu polverose come genziana, navy, lavagna, vulcano, argento ghiacchio, liquirizia, muschio e verde bottiglia, fino all’esaltazione della vivacità raffinata del cipria e le sue declinazioni preziose, mosto, rabarbaro e ametista.

Gli accessori d’equipaggiamento al viaggio è allestito con altrettanta sofisticatezza: morbide sciarpe, cappelli con rifiniture pregiate, borse a secchiello e bustine che diventano astuccio, le scarpe che son quasi babbucce preziose. Bon voyage! Silvia Scorcella

{ pubblicato su Webelieveinstyle }

#Pomandère #nuovoMadeinItaly #brandindipendente #fashion writing #webelieveinstyle

[camperdreaming]

Camping in canada ontario: Exploring the Natural Beauty of Ontario

If you're a camping in canada ontario enthusiast looking to explore the natural beauty of Canada, Ontario is a great place to start. Ontario is a camper's paradise with its stunning landscapes, diverse wildlife, and abundant outdoor recreational opportunities.

Choosing the Right Campsite in Ontario

Ontario offers many camping options, from backcountry camping to family-friendly campgrounds. For backcountry camping, explore the beautiful parks in Ontario's northern region. Killarney Provincial Park offers stunning vistas and many trails for hiking, trekking and photographing. Bruce Peninsula National Park is great for wildlife watching and provides breathtaking views of Georgian Bay.

Ontario has many provincial and national park options, such as Algonquin, Arrowhead, and Bon Echo Provincial Parks, for those who prefer more developed campgrounds. These parks offer car camping, RV sites, cabins, and yurts to accommodate various camping needs and preferences.

Activities and Attractions in Ontario's Campgrounds

Ontario's campgrounds offer plenty of outdoor recreational opportunities. Take advantage of the numerous hiking trails available, canoe or kayak on one of the many lakes or rivers, or experience the thrill of fishing. In Algonquin Provincial Park, visitors can paddle the historic canoe routes and scenic lakes where wildlife sightings are common. In Bon Echo Provincial Park, hikers can follow the challenging Mazinaw Rock Trail, which features a view of the Mazinaw Lake and the Mazinaw Rock Cliff. Bruce Peninsula National Park features hiking trails with unparalleled views of Georgian Bay and the surrounding region.

Tips for camping in canada ontario Ontario

When planning a camping trip in Ontario, Canada Ontario, checking for local regulations, obtaining necessary permits, and following leave-no-trace principles are essential. Ontario's wildlife, like bears, can be seen all across the province, and precautions should be taken. Be prepared for changing weather conditions, pack accordingly, and bring a map and a compass if you plan to camp in the backcountry.

Conclusion

Whether you're seeking serene seclusion and the natural beauty of the backcountry or the comfort and amenities of a convenient campground, Ontario offers an incredible range of camping experiences. Pack your bags and discover the natural wonderland that Ontario has to offer. Whether you're a seasoned camper or just starting out, the beauty and adventure of camping in canada ontario is something you won't want to miss.

#campingincanada #campingincanadaontario #campinginontario

[laura904]

Imagen

La imagen, que saqué de redes sociales, puntualmente Instagram, busca ejemplificar cómo está afectando la inflación al salario mínimo por medio de un Bon Yurt, un alimento tradicional en Colombia.

En la imagen se puede notar que el Bon Yurt en 2017 costaba 1.500 con un salario mínimo de 700 mil pesos aproximadamente y, en el lado derecho, en el año 2022, cuesta 3.500 junto a un salario de 1 millón de pesos.

Esto con el fin de ilustrar las desmedidas subidas de precio que tienen diferentes productos, hasta de la canasta familiar, “debido” al aumento del salario mínimo y ‘debido’ entre comillas porque los comerciantes y grandes empresas productora de implementos, alimentos y demás se excusan en que se incrementa el precio por la subida del salario mínimo.

Efectivamente esta inflación afecta al ciudadano de a pie y a las pequeñas y medianas empresas que intentan subsistir en un país con pocas oportunidades laborales.

[24-24]

Viernes cuatro... Dos palabras que te hacen feliz como tu Bon Yurt.

- Baby ↯

#él #amor #citas cortas #En cuatro #cuatro #viernes #Bon yurt

[kat-katsuki]

Sunflower and White Rose | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader Part 4

Fantasy AU

Warning: Swearing (cuz Bakugou)

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

tags: @ waffleareniceandfluffy @ the2ndl @ jazzylove  @ bubblesmalfoy Thank you all for the support!

WC: 2.5k

"Let's go get our fucking blessings."

He picked two white roses from the sea of roses, and handed one to you. "For the future queen."

Time was running out, for the fire dance was about to begin. "But I don't have a fire dress." Your eyes sadden at the white rose in your hand.

Bakugou's eyes widened at you. He knew about your parents, how they got into an accident while hunting, fell out of the sky, and passed away. Traditional fire dresses are always made by the mother for their daughters. The idea was that the mother would pass down her wisdom, luck, and prosperity through the dress as a form of blessing, in hopes that the daughter would be able to find someone who will bond souls with her for eternity. "I have a solution. Come with me. We gotta hurry or we won't make it for the dance."

Oh no. Not again. Earlier you had to run with the best female hunter, but this was the best warrior. No way are you able to keep up.

Bakugou chuckled when he saw the horrified expression on your face. He picked you up in his arms, one hand supporting the center of your back and the other behind your knees. "Hang on to my neck," he whispered. Your face flushed with extreme heat as you shyly placed your arms around his neck as he instructed. Your fingers brushed against the beads of victory. Just what did you do to deserve this man? Perhaps you saved the world in your past life?

The dragon prince sprinted through the sea of roses. White petals flew into the air as he passed by. You carefully protected the two roses he picked, not wanting them to get destroyed by his superhuman speed.

He was faster than Ashido. Much faster, even with you in his arms. A cloud of dust trailed behind him as he dashed through the village, causing all the people he passed by to cough violently. "What was that?" someone asked as the dust cloud dissipated.

Midoriya was standing near the bon fire with Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Ashido, waiting for the fire dance to begin. His friends told him about Bakugou, and their secret plan with you. "I see... That's great! (Y/N)-chan really likes Kacchan! I'm so happy for them!" Midoriya smiled. "I'm really, really glad."

"Are you not mad? Didn't you want her to be your partner?" Kirishima asked.

"Well, it's true that I like her, and that's all the more reason why I want her to be with the one she truly loves!" Midoriya said. "Plus, I'm going to be leaving soon to start my training as a knight. After I'm gone, she won't have any other friends in this village. That's why at the very least, I wanted her to find a partner that would treasure her for who she is. I'm so glad that person is Kacchan! I know he'll be great to her!"

"Izuku...." Ashido muttered, feeling emotional over the things he said. "Are you really leaving?" The green haired boy nodded.

"Dragon riders of the north, Holy Knights of the south. Although I've lived here most of my life, it's always been my dream to become one of the Holy Knights who serve the royal palace of the Musutafu Kingdom of the south."

"Right, Musutafu, that's where you're from, right?" Sero recalled. "Man now I kinda wanna go there just to see what it's like."

"We should totally go! After the festival is over, let's all go to Musutafu on an adventure!" Ashido exclaimed.

Suddenly, the bon fire shot up into the sky, and the sound of drums interrupted the conversation between the new adults. This was signal that the fire dance was about to begin.

"It's starting! Come on guys! Let's go!" Kaminari exclaimed as he started to drag his friends towards the bon fire, where all the young and new adults were gathering for the dance.

"Gosh, where is Katsuki and (Y/N)?! It's almost starting!" Kirishima tapped his feet worriedly.

The drum beats started getting faster. The elders walked over with bowls of face paint in their hands. Kirishima and Ashido stood still as one of the elders came up to them. She dipped her thumb in the white paint and glided her finger across their faces. Face paint is a symbol of adulthood. Before the fire dance, elders will paint the youngsters' faces as a coming of age ceremony. Once the face paint was done, they are officially independent members of society.

"You think they can make it?" Ashido asked Kirishima with her brows furrowed. She interlocked fingers with the red dragon, squeezing her lover's hand as they scanned the area.

"They'll make it." Kirishima squeezed back. It's their perfect prince they were talking about. There should be no reason for him to worry.

As the drums got louder and louder, faster and faster, the young ones all knelt around the bon fire as it rose higher and higher, as if reaching for the heavens. The shaman chanted in their old tongue, praying to the fire god to bless the young warriors of the tribe. Sweat dripped down the foreheads of the young dragons as they basked in the heat of the flames.

Sounds of beads clinking against each other echoed in the opening as the shaman waved his staff in the air.

Kirishima looked up when he heard sudden outbursts of gasps coming from all around them. The loud gasps interrupted the shaman's chants, and everyone lifted their heads to see what was going on.

Ashido's jaws dropped when she saw you. But that's-

"Is that-" Some girls in the tribe pointed at you in disbelief. "Why is she with-"

"Why is that failure walking with Prince Katsuki?!"

"Somebody tell me this isn't true..."

The older women clasped their hands to their mouths in disbelief when they saw the dress you were wearing.

You and Bakugou walked hand in hand, the bells on your golden ankle cuffs jingling every time you took a step. Bakugou couldn't take his eyes off of you as he led you towards the bon fire. A beautiful golden choker wrapped itself perfectly around your neck. The cloth piece on your breasts were in a sunflower pattern, and a thin golden cloth attached below it hugged your torso perfectly, accentuating your curves. The bottom of the golden cloth attached to another piece of the same sunflower patterned belt around your hips. Under the belt were long thin sashes that started out gold but slowly mix into red at the very end. You wore golden cuffs around your wrists, arms, thighs, and ankles, each with beads and bells dangling on them.

That dress...was the queen's gown.

Everyone in the village recognized that dress. It wasn't a traditional fire dress, but the gown passed down for generations, only worn by the queen on her wedding day.

When Bakugou brought you into his parents' yurt, Mitsuki and Masaru were shocked. "Old Hag, the golden gown!" Bakugou ordered.

"But I thought (Y/N)-chan and Izuku were..." Masaru pointed at you confusedly and then darted his finger outside the yurt.

"The gown! Now!" Bakugou shouted.

Mitsuki immediately understood his son's intentions. She grabbed the wooden case lying at the corner of the yurt and quickly opened it, revealing the beautiful treasure of the tribe. Before you could as anyone what was going on, Mitsuki shoved Masaru and Bakugou out of the yurt and stripped you down of your grey dress and helped you put on the golden gown only worn by queens.

"You are beautiful my dear," Mitsuki said to you once you were finished changing.

"Is it really okay for me to wear this?" you asked your queen.

"Katsuki has chosen you, so this dress will be yours eventually anyways. What difference does it make to wear it now?" Mitsuki smiled at you. She called her son and husband back. When Bakugou lifted the front curtain, he froze. Was that (Y/N)?! He didn't think it was possible for you to get any prettier than you already are, but there you were! Standing right before him, in that beautiful golden dress. His face instantly turned fifty shades of red as he tried to find the right words to utter. "Don't just stand there Katsuki. Tell her how stunning she looks!" Mitsuki rolled her eyes at her son.

"Uh- I- You-... Wow...." Bakugou tripped over his words. Seeing him all flustered made your face burn as well. Your ears felt so hot it was as if they were melting.

"Wow indeed. Now let me get the face paint," Mitsuki went outside the yurt. Masaru patted his son on the back, giving him a light push towards you. Bakugou stumbled right in front of you. His eyes traveled up and down your figure, taking in every detail and every curve. God you were sexy.

"C-Can we get married right now?" he asked.

"Eh?!" You exclaimed.

"I got the face paint!" Mitsuki said as she came back to the yurt. "Now kneel down you two." She mixed the paint with a stick as she and Masaru stood in front of you and Bakugou.

You fell to your knees obediently before your king and queen. Bakugou, on the other hand, crossed his arms rebelliously. "I'm not kneeling."

"Kneel the fuck down and receive your blessings!" Mitsuki growled as she kicked him behind the knees, knocking him down. Your eyes widened in shock as your prince fell down next to you.

Masaru and Mitsuki exchanged glances, grins spreading on both their faces as they dipped their thumbs into the paint. Masaru held Bakugou's chin up, and drew the first line down his chin. "The first line represents bravery. May you stand tall and fierce even against the most dangerous beasts," Masaru said.

"The second line represents freedom. May nothing stand in your way, nothing bind you down," Mitsuki said as she drew the second line on your face.

"The third line represents strength. May your powers bring you nothing but victory home, bringing honor to you and your loved ones."

You looked down. The paint felt extremely heavy on your face. You didn't know if you were worthy of such blessings. Noticing the look in your eyes, Bakugou took your hand in his. You glanced at him as he smiled back. His eyes told you to keep listening.

"The fourth line represents kindness. May your heart be pure, and your words be gentle." What? Your eyes widened as you looked up at Mitsuki, who smiled down at you while drawing the line on the right side of your cheek. Was kindness always a virtue of your people?

"The fifth line represents empathy. May you open your eyes to the suffering of others. Rule over them through understanding, not through fear."

These weren't virtues of dragons, but the virtues of kings and queens.

"The sixth line represents mercy. May evil, hate, and vengeance never find its way into your heart."

Your eyes began to water again, and Bakugou's grip on your hand tightened. These weren't just blessings of adulthood...

"The seventh line," Masaru began as he placed his thumb into the paint, then pressed it against the side of Bakugou's face, next to his ear. He then glided the finger across, over his nose bridge, all the way to the other side of his face. "Represents eternity. May your love last for all your lifetimes to come."

These were marriage blessings given only to the kings and queens from the previous kings and queens.

"Now go, the fire dance is about to start."

Here you stood, next to Bakugou, with your face painted. The six vertical lines represent virtues of the rulers. The horizontal line represents love and eternity. The shaman went back to finishing his chant as you and Bakugou knelt down by the fire beside Kirishima and Ashido. Kirishima smiled at Bakugou. You made it! His eyes seem to convey.

Fuck yeah, of course I'd make it, Bakugou smirked at his best friend.

Exclamations of disbelief wouldn't settle down, but that didn't stop the music from playing. All the couples took out the flowers they had exchanged the day before, and tossed them into the fire as offering to Hino and proof of their love. You and Bakugou kissed your roses, and gently tossed them into the fire. At that moment the fire burst into the air, and everyone gasped. Bakugou pulled you back so you wouldn't get scorched by the sudden eruption of flames.

"Everybody calm down! This is a sign that Hino has received your offerings!" The shaman shouted. He then looked towards Bakugou and you. "And he has given his blessings."

You and Bakugou smiled at each other. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss, and the two of you joined in on the fire dance.

Everyone knew the fire dance. It was the most sacred ritual of your culture. You and Bakugou tapped your feet as he held one hand around your waist. The new adults circled around the bon fire, dancing to the beats of the drums, following the rhythm of the music. Bakugou held his right hand up, and you pressed your right palm to his. The two of you circled around with your hands intertwined, then he pulled you back into his arms.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too Katsuki."

The dance ended with all the couples sharing a passionate kiss. Bakugou cupped your cheeks with both hands and pressed his lips against yours. You gently placed your arms around his bare torso, scooting your bodies closer until his stomach pressed yours.

His tongue gentle laced with yours, a fiery and tingly feeling traveling from the tip of your tongue all the way to the tips of your toes.

You could hear the horrified screams echoing throughout the village, but none of that mattered anymore.

As crazy as it is, the dragon prince has chosen the failure.

Legend says that when Hino fell in love with the mortal Nue, he broke the heart of countless beautiful goddesses in heaven. They could not believe Hino would choose a plain mortal like her, who'd eventually grow old and wrinkly, over eternal beauties like them.

It was said that the goddesses got so jealous of Nue that they each placed a curse on her. One goddess cursed Nue to be a coward. One goddess cursed Nue to be weak. One goddess cursed Nue to be forever alone, an outcast that will never fit in. Once the curses were placed, Nue was so sad that she turned very ill. Hino was so angered by the goddesses that he burned down all of their temples. He told Nue not to fear the curse, because he will be with her. No matter when, no matter where, he will find her in every lifetime, and he will love her, protect her, and keep her company so she will never be alone.

Fin~

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Also on AO3! A kudos or reblog would be greatly appreciated!

A/N: The pictures are all not mine! Credits to their original owners. I really liked that design as a tribal gown! I found it on google images! Finally done with this story! Phew! Literally ignored all homework to finish this... Please lemme know if you liked it! Thank you so much to those who replied and asked me to tag! Thank you to those who reblogged! Thank you to those who followed me! Thank you Thank you! I will be making another post here on tumblr only about how I got the inspiration for this story, so lemme know if you wanna be tagged for that post as well!

#bnha fanfic #bnha #bnha fantasy au #mha #mha fanfic #mha fantasy au #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fantasy au #sunflower and white rose

[buckybarnesbingo]

BBB Week 18 Roundup!

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Title: Somewhere, Together Collaborator: grimeysociety Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y3 - Waking up married Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: He knew if Bucky was with Darcy and not in the Tower, they wouldn’t have lingered in Manhattan. He had some theories, and he figured Bucky would tell him what happened sometime after he got back, but he was pretty tight-lipped about that girl. Word Count: 2463

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Title: Like I Do - Chapter 2 Collaborator: grimeysociety Link: AO3 Square Filled: C3 - free space Ship: Bucky/Darcy/Natasha Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Infidelity, Revenge Sex, Hate Sex, Heavy Angst, Angry Wall Sex, PTSD Summary: When Natasha fails to confront her past, she sleeps with Bucky for the first time in years. Betrayed and heartbroken, her girlfriend Darcy resorts to destructive ways to move on. Word Count: 3118

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Title: Dawn Will Rise Collaborator: Minka Link: AO3 Square Filled: B4 – Waiting for Extraction Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: identity porn, PTSD Summary: In a rundown yurt on the frozen grasslands of Mongolia, an American soldier and a Soviet spy hatch a plan to save not only themselves, but the whole damn world. Word Count: 6115

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Title: Bucky Barnes Bingo 2020 Headcanons - Chapter 1: Adopting a cat with Bucky Collaborator: ariasfandom Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - cat Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: none Summary: Various headcanons on how I think Reader and Bucky would adopt and live their lives with a cat Word Count: 336

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Title: Second Draft Collaborator: Artemis_Day (The_Alias) Link: AO3 Square Filled: B4 - Resolve Ship: Bucky/Jane Rating: Teen Major Tags: none Summary: Bucky threw his twelfth rejection letter in the trash. Every single one just made him all the more determined. Word Count: 1638

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Title: The Only Constant Collaborator: ladydarkphoenix Link: AO3 Square Filled: B2 - Secret Relationship Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Pre-Captain America: The First Avenger, Pre-War, Feelings Realization Summary: Steve and Bucky have been the only constant thing in each other’s lives. Bucky’s received a letter that can change all of that if he lets his small window of opportunity slip away and doesn’t speak up. Word Count: 1130

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Title: Caged Animal Collaborator: arrowsandmixtapes Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U2 - Seeing Red Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Teen Major Tags: Canon-typical violence, language. Summary: Bucky and Y/N are captured by a new HYDRA cell. Word Count: 840

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Title: Finders, Keepers. Collaborator: thewaythatwerust Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U3 - Bodyguard Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: none  Summary: Bucky found the old bear Steve had tucked away in his closet, and has no intention of giving it back.

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Title: Not Quite a Cat Collaborator: alwaysabrighterdarkness Link: AO3 Square Filled: B2 - Adopting a Pet Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Cat that’s not just a Cat, Steve makes a Reckless decision, Nat and Bucky let him know it, But the creepy cat is cute Summary: “Of course,” Bucky huffed. “Of-fucking-course. Because only Steve Rogers would go on a coffee run and come home dragging us into a goddamn kid’s book.” Word Count: 4166

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Title: The Other Earth - Chapter 1 Collaborator:  Fighting_for_Creativity Link: AO3 Square Filled: K5 - Great Depression Ship: Nat/Bucky/Tony Rating: Mature Major Tags: Amnesia, presumed dead, Family, mystical creatures, slight crack (later), bakery Au elements, mention of alcohol abuse Summary: Bucky had a cat, had a job at a local bakery, and some odd jobs here and there. At night, he would look in the sky, trying to figure out the constellations, seeing the stars differently than he faintly remembered. At the same time on one of those stars far away, a star named Earth, Tony Stark held his baby boy, whispering, “One day, you’ll know you’re the world.[…]” Word Count: 2699

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Title: The Accidental Date Collaborator: Ladydarkphoenix Link: AO3 Square Filled: B1 - Didn’t know they were dating Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Major Tags: Awkward Dates, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Drinking & Talking, Clint Barton’s bad at dates Summary: Clint and Bucky go on a date after time apart but because it’s Clint, the date takes a turn for the unexpected and nothing goes as planned. Word Count: 889

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Title: Of Shadow Realms and Misconceptions Collaborator: kalee60 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - AU: Ancient Civilizations Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, POV Steve Rogers, Mutual Pining, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sexual Content Summary: Lord Steven, Elder in waiting, Elf, dislikes humans with good reason, and would be quite happy to live out his existence never to converse with one again. But then the elves prized Sceptre is stolen and taken to the Shadow Realm, a place elves cannot tread. Enter James, a hunter, a human, and a man who jumbles all of Steve’s preconceived notions on a race he’d come to abhor. Thrown together on an urgent Quest, will Steve be able to keep up his stoic dislike, or will James break down the barriers hundreds of years in the making, and finally uncover Steve’s true desires. Word Count: 12,650

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Title: Why-Wolf Collaborator: writing-what-writing Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U1 - Accidental Villainy Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Gen Major Tags: Angst because Bucky feels bad, mentions of scratching Darcy Summary: Bucky has to deal with the effects of becoming a werewolf. Thank goodness Darcy is his girlfriend Word Count: 309

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Title: Bon Appétit (Final Warning) Collaborator: newtypeshadow Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Date Night Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: The strange sex telepathy Tony and Steve were recently hit with allows Tony to feel Steve's every sexual sensation. When Tony refuses to take a break for silly things like self-care, his boyfriends use it against him. Word Count: 2907

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Title: Stop Dragon My Heart Around - Chapter 1 Collaborators: 27dragons, tisfan Link: AO3 Squares Filled: tisfan - K4: Meet Ugly 27dragons: B2 - “Are you even trying?” Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: dragon AU, Sacrifice! Bucky, Dragon!Tony, lingerie, crack treated seriously, Steve Rogers is an idiot, found family (with a dragon), it takes a village Summary: Bucky is left as a sacrifice to the great dragon who has invaded Hydra territory. Tony's... not sure what to do with that. Sacrifices are a giant pain in the tail... Word Count: 4860

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Title: To Fall In Love With Your Conscience Collaborator: Purple_ducky00 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K1 - Angels & Demons AU Ship: Tony/Rhodey/Bucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: none Summary: When it comes to making a decision, who or what do you rely on? Common sense? No. Logic? No. Everyone knows the best way to decide is by talking to your shoulder angel and devil. But what happens when your angel and devil are in love with each other? Bucky Barnes has that problem. He thinks it’s the worst. Word Count: 1305

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[06-archive]

I got bon yurt

#food m #i havent had these in forever

[2fortrips]

O Quirguistão foi surpreendente pra nós em vários sentidos. A natureza mudou muito após cruzarmos a fronteira com o Tajiquistão, a Pamir Highway estava chegando ao fim e decidimos alterar nosso roteiro de viagem após pensamentos que tivemos sobre nós mesmos neste momento da viagem, coisas que o “mantra do pedal” nos ajuda a acessar.

Em Fevereiro de 2019, o governo do Quirguistão fez uma emenda na sua legislação de fronteiras e foram adicionados mais 7 países que não precisam de visto por 60 dias para transitarem por lá e isto inclui o Brasil. Como não sabíamos disto na época, acabamos pagando 52 USD por pessoa pelo E-Visa e só fomos informados de que não havia necessidade quando cruzamos a fronteira entre o Tajiquistão e o Quirguistão vindo pela Pamir Highway. Sentimos uma dor no coração e no bolso percebendo 104 USD desperdiçados, uma vez que este dinheiro faz uma grande diferença no nosso orçamento apertado.

Viajamos pouco de bicicleta pelo Quirguistão, pedalamos cerca de 230 km apenas pelo país, da fronteira com o Tajiquistão até a cidade de Osh e o restante do percurso, que foi o maior trecho, entre as cidades de Osh e a capital, Bishkek, fizemos de avião, um vôo que já havíamos comprado um bom tempo antes, quando decidimos mudar nossos planos de viagem pela Ásia Central.

Resumindo nossa mudança de planos após o “mantra do pedalar”:

Antes de chegarmos no Irã, a idéia seria terminar a Pamir Highway antes da cidade de Osh, onde pegaríamos uma estrada sentido leste que nos levaria ao Irkeshtam-pass, a fronteira entre o Quirguistão e a China. Bom, depois de um tempo no Irã, decidimos mudar o roteiro e pular a China por vários motivos. Com isso escolhemos então que seguiríamos viagem até Osh, terminando a Pamir Highway lá e descansando algumas noites, para depois continuarmos pedalando até a capital do país, Bishkek, onde pegaríamos um vôo até Kathmandu, Nepal, e de lá seguiríamos pedalando através da India e Myanmar sentido Sudeste Asiático, mas novamente mudamos nossos planos e as vivências que tivemos na Asia Central e a Pamir Highway tiveram influência sobre esta mudança. O pedalar muitas horas te leva muitas vezes para uma viagem paralela, para dentro de si mesmo, é o que chamamos de “o mantra do pedal”, um “transe” cadenciado pelos  movimentos repetitivos do pedalar e o barulhinho das engranagens da bicicleta em movimento.

O plano final executado foi encurtar nossa viagem pelo Quirguistão pegando um vôo de Osh a Bishkek, onde ficamos alguns dias e de lá pegamos outro vôo direto para o Sudeste Asiático, mais especificamente a cidade de Hanoi, no Vietnam.

Sobre esta viagem interior e todos os pensamentos que nos levaram a estas mudanças, dedicamos um Post Especial que escreveremos em seguida, “O mantra do pedal e as mudanças de planos”.

  Mas voltando ao assunto Quirguistão, onde passamos um bom tempo, mas não pedalamos tanto. É incrível como algumas fronteiras geográficas parecem fazer mais sentido nestes lados do mundo. Após cruzarmos o passo de montanha e entrarmos no Quirguistão, a vegetação e idioma mudaram muito. Tudo ficou mais verde, as montanhas com mais terra do que pedras. As pessoas ficaram com mais traços orientais e o idioma mudou completamente. Os Yurts (tipo casinhas das fazendas deles) ficaram muito mais presentes e além das ovelhas e cabras, os cavalos e Iaques são mais numerosos no Quirguistão.

O Yurt é uma tenda ou cabana circular usada tradicionalmente pelos pastores nômadesmongóis e de outros povos da Ásia Central, como os quirguizes e os cazaques. Possui uma estrutura interna de madeira, com parede raramente ultrapassando a altura de um homem e teto ligeiramente abobadado, possuindo apenas um cômodo. É coberta por feltro ou lã, geralmente brancos. Toda a estrutura é de fácil montagem, fornecendo boa proteção contra o calor e o frio, e é carregada em pequenas carruagens nas migrações em busca por melhores pastagenspara seus rebanhos. A UNESCO classificou em 2014 o fabrico tradicional dos yurts como Património Cultural Imaterial da Humanidade.

Viajantes. A Pamir Highway é uma das rotas de aventura mais famosas da Ásia Central, e portanto ponto de encontro de viajantes de todos os estilos. Na cidade de Sary Tash encontramos um simpático casal de holandeses já há um longo tempo viajando (@tenmillionturns ), um casal de italianos que viajam nas férias e outros diversos viajantes de carro, moto e motor home. A cidade é pequena e sem muitos atrativos, mas a paisagem em volta é muito bonita e tem pequenos mercados e opções de hospedagem que ajudam a descansar após a entrada no país. Ficamos em um tipo de restaurante e hostel por 2 noites.

Depois de uma longa descida entrando no Quirguistão até a cidade de Sary Tash, a Pamir mostrou que ainda não havia acabado e que nada é muito fácil por lá. Depois de Sary Tash passamos por outros 2 passos de montanha com mais de 3500m de altitude. A Pamir nos deixou muito bem treinados em empurrar a bicicleta hehehehe…

Belas paisagens montanhosas no trecho entre Sary Tash e Osh, o finalzinho da Pamir Highway para nós.

Depois de um longo dia de sobes e desces após a cidade de Sary Tash, começamos a procurar um lugar para acampar, achamos um gramado perfeito próximo a pista, mas como preferímos ficar escondidos quando acampamos selvagem, nos embrenhamos por uma pequena mata e encontramos um cantinho fora do ângulo de visão da estrada. Depois de cozinharmos dentro da barraca e nos limparmos com a água de um pequeno rio ali perto, dormimos rapidamente, sem a visita de curiosos.

Os trechos finais da Pamir, para quem vai no sentido Osh, apresenta mais descidas do que subidas, o que depois de tantas subidas desde Dushanbe é uma grande alegria.

O último camping selvagem na Pamir. No último dia antes de chegarmos a cidade de Osh, o final da Pamir para nós, já estávamos muito cansados. Fizemos metade da subida de 16 km, e deixamos os outros 8 km para a manhã seguinte. Não haviam opções interessantes para acampar por alí, mas mesmo assim observando com cuidado acabamos encontrando um morrinho com uma parte plana em cima. Tiramos as bagagens da bicicleta e subimos até lá levando cada coisa de uma vez. Mais afastados da estrada, ficamos mais escondidos e o único incômodo foi o barulho dos caminhões que passavam ao longe com os motores fazendo um barulhão para vencerem a subida inclinada.

No dia seguinte desmontamos acampamento e saímos ansiosos para nosso último dia da Pamir, que nos preparou encontros incríveis com outros viajantes, e um destes foi com a cicloviajante Suiça Selina (@selinakappeler ) neste dia, a qual conhecemos ha 2 anos atrás na Patagônia Argentina. Qual a chance de reencontrá-la tantos anos depois do outro lado do mundo!!?? Pois é… aconteceu 😊. Estavamos parados próximos a pista, tomando café ao lado de um motor home abandonado, quando vimos uma cicloviajante subindo ao longe. Ela então passou por nós e resolveu parar por ali para conversar. Foi a maior surpresa e alegria quando nos aproximamos e nos reconhecemos. Ela é divertida, alto astral e bem humorada. Adoramos reencontrá-la. Em Osh passamos mais alguns dias juntos no mesmo camping.

O último passo de montanha da Pamir. Esta placa marcou o último passo de montanha da Pamir, há cerca de 60 km da cidade de Osh. Depois foram mais de 50 km de descida. Yupiii! Pegamos vento contra o dia todo, mas mesmo assim estávamos somente alegria este dia por termos conseguido terminar a Pamir. Ir de Dushanbe até Osh foi um grande desafio para nós, por muitos motivos: características do terreno, altitude, ventos, clima e muitas diarreias pelos caminhos, heheheh. Mas foi um desafio com muitos momentos bons também, lindas paisagens, encontros divertidos, imersão cultural e aprendizados. Nosso período na Ásia Central foi muito intenso, mas já estamos com ganas de uma mudança, “novos ares” 😊.

O Oásis pós Pamir. A cidade de Osh marcou o final da Pamir Highway para nós. Neste dia pedalamos cerca de 80 km e chegamos no final da tarde, em um dia de sol, descidas, mas muito vento contra. Chegamos cansados e ao mesmo tempo felizes e com uma sensação de vitória. Fizemos a Pamir no nosso ritmo, devagar e por vias menos técnicas, para aproveitarmos ao máximo, mesmo assim ela é desafiadora e exigiu bastante de nós, principalmente pois pela primeira vez ficamos doentes várias vezes seguidas. Chegando em Osh fomos direto para o “paraíso dos cicloviajantes”, o Hostel Tes. O lugar esta cheio de viajantes de todos os tipos e tem uma atmosfera muito boa. Ficamos 9 noites lá (chegamos um pouco antes do previsto) e a opção mais barata que encontramos foi acampar. Eles cobram 6USD por pessoa com direito a um café da manhã colossal, algo maravilhoso depois da Pamir. Descansamos muito, fizemos novas amizades, reencontramos viajantes e comemos muito no café da manhã.

Dente quebrado. Desta vez foi a Flavinha que quebrou um dente mordendo alguma coisa. Foi no meio da Pamir e então esperamos chegar em Osh, onde havia mais opções de tratamento. No hostel indicaram uma clínica e fomos até lá. Com a ajuda do Google tradutor a Flá conversou com os dentistas e por sorte uma obturação resolveu o problema, sem a necessidade de tratamento de canal. O atendimento foi ótimo e o resultado muito bom. O valor ficou cerca de 45 USD com RX panorâmico, um pouco mais caro do que na Armênia (20USD), quando o Thiago quebrou um dente. Os dentistas tinham formação na Coréia do Sul e foram muito simpáticos. Pronto, agora podemos voltar a abrir tampa de garrafa no dente, hehehe, brincadeira…

O ser humano e suas incríveis habilidades de música e dança. Em Osh tivemos sorte e chegamos na época das festividades de independência do país. A música, dança e culinária dizem muito sobre a história e cultura de um povo, adoramos quando podemos experimentar estas sensações em outros países. As festividades estavam muito animadas, com orquestra tradicional, danças e comidas típicas, todos vestidos a carater, coloridos, tudo muito lindo.

Devido as nossas mudanças nos planos e troca do vôo de Bishkek – Kathmandu por Bishkek – Vietnam, acabamos antecipando nossa saída da Ásia Central e compramos um vôo de Osh para Bishkek ao invés de pedalar até lá. A Pamir foi o auge da nossa viagem pela Ásia Central e já chegando próximos a Osh percebemos que as estradas com maior fluxo de carros e caminhões haviam voltado. Conversamos com alguns amigos, alguns destes que já haviam pedalado este trecho até Bishkek e concordamos que poderíamos ficar sem algumas das belezas por estes caminhos e voarmos direto para Bishkek. Chegou então a hora da “trabalheira” pré-viagem de avião levando bicicleta. Conseguimos uma caixa de bicicleta em um supermercado da cidade e passei uma tarde toda desmontando e fazendo as partes da bicicleta caberem todas juntas, como em um jogo de quebra-cabeças, dentro de uma única caixa.

Pela primeira vez em nossa viagem, mais de 2 anos, resolvemos lavar nossos alforges. Os de roupa estavam beleza, mas os alforges dianteiros, onde transportamos as comidas, kit cozinha e outras tralhas, estavam uma sujeira maligna no fundo. Eles não ficaram com cara de novos, mas estão limpinhos novamente. Acho que tinha restos de comida velha (grãos de arroz, pedaço de chocolate, jujubas, açucar e temperos) que já estavam criando raízes hehehe…

O vôo para Bishkek foi rápido e tranquilo, inclusive para despachar a bicicleta e nossas demais bagagens. A capital do Quirguistão foi nossa última cidade da Ásia Central, de lá saiu nosso vôo para o Vietnam. Em quirguiz: Бишкéк, conhecida anteriormente como Pishpek e Frunze, é a capital e maior cidade do Quirguistão. Bishkek também é o centro administrativo da Província de Chuy. A cidade não faz parte da província (esta circunda aquela), mas sim tem, si própria, status de província do país e tem uma população de aproximadamente 950 mil pessoas. Seu nome provavelmente deriva da palavra em quirguiz para uma manteigueira utilizada para fabricar leite de égua fermentado (kumis), bebida nacional do país, embora nem todas as fontes concordem com esta afirmação. Bishkek possui grandes avenidas e prédios públicos de mármore, junto a inúmeros blocos de apartamentos no estilo soviético rodeando largos pátios nos seus interiores. Há também milhares de pequenas casas construídas com dinheiro privado, localizadas, em sua maioria, fora do centro da cidade. Apresenta uma disposição na qual a maioria das ruas são flanqueadas em ambos os lados por estreitos canais de irrigação, que alimentam diversas árvores que ensombrecem as ruas nos verões quentes.

Mais um reencontro muito bom. Durante nossa viagem, esta foi a quarta vez que encontramos os queridos amigos cicloviajantes franceses Maryse e Philippe (Conhecemos eles no Marrocos, depois ficamos na casa deles na França, encontramos novamente com eles no Tajiquistão e desta vez no Quirguistão). Foi mais um reencontro muito feliz. Pudemos trocar mais histórias de viagem e colocar na cabeça deles a sementinha de viajar de bicicleta pelo litoral nordestino brasileiro, hehehe. Não sei se já contamos mas as vezes eles cuidam da gente como se fôssemos da família, ganhamos sorvete, doces, eles cozinham Ratatouille pra nós e claro, bebemos cervejinhas geladas e damos boas risadas juntos. Onde será que vamos nos reencontrar da próxima vez?? Já estamos com saudades.

Em Bishkek, por sugestão de amigos, ficamos em um hostel chamado Freelander. Haviam opções mais baratas na cidade, mas queríamos ficar lá por ser um lugar bem localizado e que foi elogiado por nossos amigos. Gostamos bastante do lugar, tudo muito bem pensado, novo, uma cozinha enorme e ótima para cozinhar.

O colorido das feiras. Tanto na cidade de Osh, como em Bishkek, o colorido havia voltadoas prateleiras e enchiam nossos olhos. A Pamir é predominantemente árida e as feiras, quando existiam, eram escassas em frutas e legumes. O Quirguistão tem muita água e áreas verdes, com suas feiras cheias destas delicias das quais estávamos sentindo falta.

A natureza no Quirguistão. Desbravamos pouco o Quirguistão comparativamente com o Tajiquistão. Sempre tentamos conhecer um parque nacional pelos países que passamos e tivemos a sorte de sermos convidados pelos amigos franceses Philippe e Maryse para irmos com eles conhecer o Parque Nacional de Ala Archa, a cerca de 30 km de Bishkek. Apesar do dia nublado, ficamos encantados com a beleza do lugar, ainda mais interessante com o colorido da vegetação que a chegada do outono estava trazendo.

O Ala Archa National Park é um parque nacional alpino nas montanhas Tian Shan do Quirguistão, estabelecido em 1976 e localizado a aproximadamente 40 km ao sul da capital Bishkek. No Quirguistão, a archa, que dá nome ao parque, é um zimbro brilhante ou de muitas cores que o povo quirguiz tradicionalmente mantinha em especial estima, usando a fumaça da madeira queimada para afastar os maus espíritos. No entanto, a arca não deve ser plantada perto de casa, porque acredita-se que gradualmente consuma a energia dos seres humanos que vivem nas proximidades. O parque cobre cerca de 200 quilômetros quadrados, e sua altitude varia de 1.500 metros na entrada a um máximo de 4.895 metros no Peak Semenova Tian-Shanski, o pico mais alto da faixa do Quirguistão Ala-tau no Tian Shan. Existem mais de 20 geleiras pequenas e grandes e cerca de 50 picos de montanhas dentro do parque.

Bye bye Asia Central. Nosso período na Asia Central foi um dos mais intensos na viagem. Aprendemos muita história, conhecemos paisagens incríveis, pessoas interessantes, mas também enfrentamos doenças, momentos desconfortáveis, pessoas “difíceis” e o choque cultural. Tudo isso nos fez olhar para dentro, rever conceitos, questionar comportamentos, treinar a paciência e a tolerância. Do ponto de vista físico o relevo e o clima exigiram bastante também. Sentimos cansaço, calor, frio (novamente… chega!!!) e pela primeira vez a falta de ar causada pela altitude. A passagem pela Asia Central foi inesquessível para nós, mas confesso que nos cansamos e buscamos agora um período de mais calmaria. Muito obrigado Asia Central pela sua intensidade transformadora e que venha o Sudeste Asiático, com mais tranquilidade tropical, calor, praias, frutas suculentas, variedade gastronômica e menos subidas hehehehehe… Só a parte dos tufões e tsunamis que não fazemos questão 😃.

Quirguistão – Pedalando entre Yurts e belos cenários, mudança da paisagem em relação aos países vizinhos e o final da Pamir Highway. O Quirguistão foi surpreendente pra nós em vários sentidos. A natureza mudou muito após cruzarmos a fronteira com o Tajiquistão, a Pamir Highway estava chegando ao fim e decidimos alterar nosso roteiro de viagem após pensamentos que tivemos sobre nós mesmos neste momento da viagem, coisas que o "mantra do pedal" nos ajuda a acessar.

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Lista de las cosas que esperaba

1. Una alpaca de peluche

2. Ir a acampar

3. Una salida de rumba

4. Una princesa de Disney

5. Un bon yurt de Hershey s

6. Una invitación a un toque

7. Una taparterias

8. Una cena hecha a mano

9. Una ida a cine.

10. Una invitación a un viaje

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Las cosas de la vida

En circunstancias anormales tiendo a considerar el cúmulo de decisiones que me llevaron a estar en dicho escenario: ¿cómo terminé en el carro del amante de la amiga de mi tía, yendo a una ranchería en mitad de la noche a que me cosan unas mochilas wayuu?

Casi siempre me encuentro sin alguna razón y  termino atribuyéndole todo a las llamadas cosas de la vida, a cualquier misterio de imposible explicación.  No me gusta no poder entender cómo soy participe de situaciones inesperadas, me encanta la idea de vivir algo que otros no vivirán nunca y alimenta mi sentido de versatilidad.

A Maicao llegamos en la madrugada del sábado, la terminal de transporte bien podía ser un mercado al medio día, lleno de ruido y movimientos. Medio adormecida seguía a mí mamá mientras reparaba en lo que alcanzaba a ver y me sentía abrumada por todos. A los 15 minutos de llegar nos embarcamos en un viejo carro para ir a nuestro hospedaje. Pueblo tenía que ser, pensaba yo mientras disfrutaba de la sensación de acabar de hacer una magnífica inversión, un taxi de tres mil pesos.

Llegamos a la casa de la amiga de mi tía y en una cama pequeñísima dormí con mi mamá sin movernos en toda la noche. Me despertó un bebé llorando y la altísima voz de mi tía hablando sin misericordia: “Ori, te compré un bon yurt para que desayunes, mamita ya es tarde”.

Ay, qué sueño tenía yo pero me desperté porque era casa ajena y tampoco se puede abusar.

La verdad es que intento escribir detalladamente cómo fue mi día después de desayunar pero en mi cabeza pasan las imágenes muy rápido de todo lo que hice y lo único qu encuentro en común es el sol y el calor, también la polar blanca. Más o menos fue así: caminamos por las calles del centro, compramos mochilas regateando precios como comerciantes de antaño, tomamos mucha agua y nos quejamos mucho del calor.

Al final del día teníamos unas mochilas incompletas y una sed que nunca terminaba, los pies me dolían y tenía ganas de dormir, pero faltaba la mano que completara nuestra mercancía, así fue como terminé en el carro del amante de la amiga de mi tía yendo a una ranchería, en mitad de la noche, a que cosieran unas mochilas wayuu.

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Fatherhood Forces a Selfish Creative to Grow Up

A friend called the other day. His partner is expecting their first child within the week. Two years ago they were living in a yurt. Now they’ve got wish lists of baby shower gifts on all the major e-commerce sites.

“I’m cranking on projects as fast as possible and remodeling the basement and replanting the yard,” he said, a little breathless, like a guy on too much Adderall.  “But, really, I can’t wait! I’m super excited.”

I’ve never had an expectant parent tell me they were scared to death and kind of resentful, or worried that their entire way of being was about to change, or that their career as an artist/writer/musician/creativist was about to nose dive into a lumpy sea of incredibly malodorous baby poop…at least not within the first two paragraphs of a conversation.

This time it took about three minutes. My friend is 35. Because parenthood is a place that you can’t quite begin to imagine before you’ve found yourself marooned there (no matter how many books you’ve read), the only thing he really understood at this point about the coming years of self-sacrifice was the specter of sleep deprivation.

“I need a clear head to work,” he bemoaned. “There’s a certain flow to my day. How am I supposed to get anything done? What have I gotten myself into?”

***

Like many an aspiring artist before me, I entered the writing game, in part, because I fancied myself capable of making some kind of mark on the world. I started working at my craft with serious intent beginning around 11thgrade.

Later I followed my muse through the seamy underground milieu that became my journalistic beat—sometimes I pictured her as one of my idols, the anthropologist Margaret Meade, updated for the task with black jeans and Dr. Martens, a stainless steel throwing knife strapped to her ankle. I lived with a crack gang in LA, hung out with pitbull fighting middle schoolers in the ghetto of North Philadelphia—the most disappointing of the dogs were hung with electrical wiring from rafters of abandoned houses. I embedded with the Animal Liberation Front on a raid of a federal research facility—29 cats and seven miniature African piglets were saved that night. I lived inside a refugee camp in Gaza during the early days of the Palestinian Intifada. I even risked a days-old marriage engagement to my future ex-wife with an assignment at a swinger’s convention on the Gulf coast of Florida. I shall never forget one husband from Alabama, his greenish teeth: You gonna get with my wife, ain’t cha?

By the time I was 35, I felt like I was beginning to make some progress—the work I’d produced was the evidence, little darlings that had come alive and could speak for themselves.

When the idea of actual children came up, however, I was pretty militant: I believed I had a higher calling on this mortal sphere than mere parenthood– which, after all, is something anyone who is physically able can do. I wanted a quest, not an heir. To devote so much time and effort to the vain purpose of reproducing myself seemed a waste of my talent. I was, after all, the great river of Mike. I had a turbine to spin. Work to produce. A legacy to leave. To waste one drop of energy on such a mundane pursuit as child rearing seemed unthinkable.

That scene in the movie Breakfast at Tiffany’s? Where Paul (George Peppard) goes with Holly Golightly (Audrey Hepburn) into the New York Public Library and takes out is own book? And she makes him sign it?

I could have died happy right there.

***

After no small amount of drama, I learned that nature takes its course, despite one’s grander plans. I might have considered myself an artist, but I was still human. My wife wanted a kid. I wanted my wife. I suppose that’s nature’s plan.

Going into fatherhood at 37, I remember being super excited—furiously baby-proofing the outlets and toilet seats, adding gates on the antique hand-tooled staircase, upgrading the master bathroom, equipping the whole house, upstairs and down, with air conditioners against the impending summer of high pregnancy.

I also remember being deeply fearful that I’d inalterably screw up this human life I’d so selfishly created. Or this human life I’d so selfishly created would inalterably screw up the artistic life I’d so selfishly created for myself.

At the time, I had some understanding of the sacrifices that were about to be made as I entered parenthood. I knew there would be no more staying up to all hours partying or reading, sleeping until the early afternoon. No more bragging about how, as a self-employed creative, I owned every hour of every day and nobody owned me. No more spontaneous smoky salons, full of deviant artistic types, taking place in my dining room. No more unplugging the clock, no more ignoring the needs of others, no more onanistic pursuit of the creative brass ring.

No more pandering to the spoiled and ill-behaved bon vivant who represented my inner creative.

For fifteen years, my talent had been my child. And there was nothing I wouldn’t give to him, do for him, sacrifice for him.

And believe me, he could be a crazy little fucker.

***

The first night we brought home my son from the hospital, we put him to sleep between us in the bed. Exhausted, my now-ex fell asleep immediately. I lay there wide awake, afraid I would roll over and crush him. As the hours wore on, I noticed my kid had a stuffy nose—kind of like both sides of the family, we’re all allergic. I stayed up all night, watching his chest move up and down, terrified he would stop breathing.

Over the next months and years of my fatherhood, the selfish creative inside of me was forced to grow up, though not without a fight. We don’t need to go into all the sordid details—let’s just say I was left with enough material to write a novel called Deviant Behavior, which I like to think of as a memoir of male post-partem depression.

But as time passed, and I realized exactly how much this kid needed me—and how rewarding, in the most elemental way, time with him could be—my creative self managed to mature and become a mensch, which is a Yiddish word that means, in a nutshell, “a person who does the right thing.” There was a new baby in the house. Everyone else had to grow up.

And so it was that I began to keep regular hours. I would stop work every so often to take a baby break, often interrupt my work entirely because some super-important errand had to be run (one of my crucial designated duties). Over the next two decades, hours of perfectly good creative time were spent sitting in doctor’s offices, on the floor playing with toys, on the couch watching Pokemon, in tiny chairs and then bigger chairs in school classrooms, on buses going to fieldtrips, in godawful bleachers, in a car driving back and forth from college.

Along the way, I learned that the mighty river of Mike could be diverted and that more tributaries could be formed, additional turbines supported. The old maxim about getting more done when you have more  to do? I had a kid to help raise. Soccer and basketball teams to coach. Carpet wrestling to engage in. Homework to supervise. Ice cream to dip. Story time. Jump shot. Junior Prom. The Talk. Driving lessons.

Oh, and my career.

I have a photo on the wall of my office bathroom, one of my favorite hero shots—a selfie I took in a motel room in central California at six or seven in the morning. I was with my son at a basketball tournament. He’d played two games the evening before and was still asleep. I had a column due Monday morning. I wheeled the desk chair into the bathroom. The counter made a decent desk. The photo records the moment, the hero in a true life setting, daddy getting it done.

My son is 23 now. My services as a father are still needed, most often via text; we do on occasion collaborate on projects as colleagues, though that’s a piece for a different day. Sometimes, looking back on the years of his childhood—the early mornings, the school projects, the usual family sturm und drang—I wonder how I ever got anything done, much less managed to create some lasting pieces, and, yes, to make a small mark. Sometimes I also think about the way my son’s life changed the course of my career entirely. Because my son needed me, and because I wanted to be there for him, I made different choices, I stayed close to home and kept my travels to a minimum.

But I also know, without a doubt, that of all the stories I’ve done, of all the places I’ve gone and the people I’ve met, nothing has taught me as much as fatherhood. 

Because raising a child is the ultimate creative act.

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