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Obviously not fully, I know the past is in the past, but I’m trying to actively incorporate choices and habits that slow my life down and create that feel of normalcy and peace that the 90s and 00s held for me. I’m working on new habits every month, but what would you add? -I learned a new crafty hobby, crochet. I love it not only for myself but for the knowledge that I’ll be able to pass it down to my daughter one day (both the creations and the skill) -Having a puzzle going in our home-my mom always did growing up and sometimes they’d take forever and sometimes they’d go fast. But, it was always fun to take my hot chocolate to the table and work on it with her. -No more music skips. I pick a playlist or even put it on radio when I get in the car and I he skip button no longer exists in my head. It’s been nice to remove that immediacy of music that we’re used to now. -We’re moving and I’ve got a DVD player purchased ready to set up. I’m going to treat the library DVD collection like Blockbuster for my daughter and our family. We’ll go to the library ready and pick out movies for family movie night. I’m honestly so excited to see the menus again lol -At least one hour a day outside. Whether it’s playing at the park or sitting outside on a blanket reading or sitting under our awning listening to the rain-I really hate how little time I’ve spent outside in recent years. We’re getting a tent and sleeping bags for our new house so we can have backyard campoyt sleepovers too and I’m super excited. This is what I’ve worked on so far. Anything yall are doing, any ideas? If you don’t understand it that’s ok, just the life I want to create for myself and my girl. submitted by /u/Throwaway927338 to r/AskWomenOver30 [link] [comments]

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This one is both incredibly simple and incredibly complicated, so strap in for a ride you'll regret going on the second it starts! SCREAM is a slasher movie franchise where two people get together to do a serious of murders, typically by stabbing, while posing as the character Ghostface for reasons that have something to do with the murder of Maureen Prescott, the mother of Sydney Prescott played by Neve Campbell in Scream, II, III, IV, Scr5am, and 7. The franchise was created by screenwriter Kevin Williamson and originally directed by Wes Craven. It has been controlled by Spyglass Entertainment since 2022. LETTERBOXD is a nominally social app/website for rating and reviewing movies with a thriving meta community on reddit. People get very serious about how and why other people rate movies on the platform. BACKGROUND Scream (2022), also referred to as Scream 5 or Scr5am introduced Sam and Tara Carpenter, played by Melissa Barrera and Jenna Ortega to shift the franchise away from Neve Campbell and Courteney Cox's characters for a new generation. They returned for Scream 6 and Neve Campbell did not, because the studio lowballed her as the franchise star. There was a minor fuss, but no one involved left the production in support of Campbell. Following Scream 6, Barrera became outspoken on the topic of the genocide being carried out in Gaza following the October 7th, 2023 Hamas attack on Israel. Spyglass dropped her from Scream 7 and in a statement to Variety, accused Barrera of hate speech, "Holocaust distortion," and "false references to genocide" without citing any specific comments on Barrera's part. Immediately after Barrera was dropped, Jenna Ortega left Scream 7 citing scheduling conflicts, closely followed by the directors of 5 and 6, collectively known as Radio Silence. Eventually, franchise creator Kevin Williamson stepped in to write and direct Scream 7 with Campbell returning as lead and a release date of February 27th, 2026. MORE RECENTLY 2026 has become the year of "review bombing." Review bombing is when a bunch of people pissed off about nothing try to tank the aggregate ranking of a movie (or video game) as a means of trying to make it a commercial or critical failure. Most notably, in 2019 a bunch of incels were mad that a woman got a starring role in a superhero movie so they gave as many lousy reviews as they could to Captain Marvel. Review bombing started out as mostly the province of grievance peddling incels and far right racists who hate to see people who aren't white on movie screens, but 2026, if you follow THE DISCOURSE in the Letterboxd community has seen anyone and everyone get onboard the review bombing train. It all started with the release of Melania, the documentary about the current First Lady of The United States of America directed by Brett Ratner, noted Epstein Files participant and alleged sex pest. This prompted many opponents of the current administration to review bomb IMDB, letterboxd, and related sites out of spite. Which in turn produced an exceptional level of DISCOURSE about REVIEW BOMING AS PRAXIS. This continued on with the backlash against Emerald Fennel's "Wuthering Heights" manifesting, in part, with a wave of review bombing and a riptide of handwringing about said review bombing. Who, you might ask, gives a flying fuck about the aggregate rating of major studio Hollywood movies? Not me, certainly, but many people are deeply concerned about the integrity of the arbitrary numbers that appear next to their favourite movies. Of course none of this matters at all, because platforms like IMDB and Letterboxd have complex algorithms they use to weigh reviews and filter out review bombing, because the value of their platform to the industry and the studios is to provide meaningful metrics about audience behaviour. Surprise surprise, IMDB and Letterboxd are companies whose business model runs on collecting data from you to sell to various interests! (This is probably not a big deal at all because people do want movie studios to make decisions based on their habits, TBH.) ENTER SCREAM 7, EXIT ALL SENSE OF LOGIC AND PROPORTIONALITY: For weeks, a bubbling subplot on r/Letterboxd and its satellite subs has been that Scream 7 has been getting steadily review bombed by people who definitely have not had the opportunity to see it. It was simply overshadowed by the successive pretend controversies about the review bombings of Melania and "Wuthering Heights." Not no more. Tempers flared when Letterboxd complied with a studio embargo (for two whole days) that hid Scream 7's reviews from view. This is unfortunate as it means that Letterboxd has officially become popular enough that studios do care what’s being said here.. bummer it was one of the last places on the internet that just felt truly organic free and and fun The movie is released in various countries already which make this even more weird. It's as if they're intentionally trying to hide people's reactions Almost all films have embargoes as you just described. But what's happening with Scream 7 is a little different. Not holding press screenings in some territories, no social media reactions and blocking reviews from Letterboxd is almost unheard of. All of this stuff is normal studio behaviour for a movie they think is going to bomb. People are also pointing out that The Bride is under a similar embargo, somehow not realizing that movie is going to crater hard. But I digress. Whatever Letterboxd did to institute the Scream 7 embargo made people notice that they hide the reviews for every release in their database missing a release date from its metadata and some of them got punchy about it: Why should I not be able to read reviews or see ratings for a DVD special short film that came out in 2008 just because TMDB happens to be missing that information? Letterboxd co-founder steps in to let people know this has always been the case: The wording is new but the automatic embargoing of ratings and reviews when the release date is in the future (or unknown) has been in place for several years. We appreciate the feedback, as always. But as we all know, facts have never stopped anyone in search of a fight from starting one. I cannot emphasize how much this particular post is twice, perhaps thrice reheated nachos, as the kids would say. OP has been ragebaiting u/Letterboxd for weeks, if not months or years with whatever Letterboxd review containing political content they can grind engagement off but there are a few posts a day concern trolling about review bombing as previously mentioned: Regardless of the politics/film in question - why is this behaviour allowed? There are tens of thousands of films that have awful production histories (some where people have even *died* as a result of filming) and made by people with heinous politics. Most are rightfully rated on their merits and not review bombed. Letterboxd is a platform for reviewing cinema, not advancing political ends. It doesn’t matter if it’s Palestine folks and Scream or racists at the latest superhero movie that has the audacity to feature a black actor. It’s shitty. Again, all of this activity will get filtered out of the aggregate score and OP knows this. Everyone replying knows this, but as Heath Ledger once said, some people just want to watch the world burn. People boycotting Scream 7 is so counterproductive, not only because it's just not a thing per BDS (you could do more good by boycotting actual Israeli products), but also because it will make the movement look stupid when Scream 7 inevitably makes a gazillion dollars because it's a horror movie in a popular franchise. It's like the whole Sydney Sweeney thing which looked stupid after The Housemaid. Internet activism is so silly (This is true. No one affiliated with the Boycott Divest Sanction or BDS movement has called for a boycott, let alone review bombing of Scream 7) Apparently this is an unpopular opinion but I think it’s okay that people don’t want to give money to a movie because they fired an actress for speaking up against a genocide and I don’t see what’s counterproductive in doing so when it doesn’t stop you from continuing to boycott “actual Israeli products” You're right about individual choice but when it comes to activism and organised boycotts it's not just about you, it's about the collective. If you're a Western, and especially if you're American, you have a moral obligation to do smart and productive things if you claim to represent a movement. Otherwise you're just letting down the people to claim to represent. It's that whole "with great power comes great responsibility" concept Fuck that, this is AMERICA It’s about resisting the influence and propaganda of the Israeli government. It’s small potatoes to not see a film but these little acts of resistance add up. i ain't reading all that free palestine OP attempts a dunk: A true intellectual! Gets blocked at the rim, eats eight karma: It’s not like you wrote anything of note Cooler heads point out that this is completely meaningless concern trolling: Yep, Letterboxd have had things in place to stop review bombing from skewing the average for a while (and as OPs second picture shows, they're at least stopping the reviews from being shared too), so it's just them needing to catch up rather than actually allowing it. Sigh, we just went over this with "Wuthering Heights". Letterboxd allows reviews to come out before the wide release because the VAST majority of the time it's made by people who saw the film at an early screening or a film festival giving their honest thoughts. Examples like this are the exception not the norm. Even then does it really matter that much? I use Letterboxd all the time and I never cared about the aggregate score. So what if Scream 7 is lower than it normally would be it's not like it was going to crack the Letterboxd top 250. To be fair, what material difference does review bombing have? Just ignore it But OP is going to grind it out no matter what, replying: A pretty big material difference to the legitimately of the film review app you use? “So what if the community film rating app allows people to negatively review films they admit to having not seen in their review!” While elsewhere declaring: The studio fired one of the actresses (before filming commenced) over comments she made in support of Palestine. People are now claiming that everyone needs to boycott this film in order to support Palestine. I don’t see what material difference it will make it to the lives of Palestinians if I don’t go and see the latest Scream film. and Posting a negative review of a film will make zero difference to the lives of Palestinian children or adults latter in reply to "Not wanting kids to be bombed isn’t far left" Almost as if the whole point all along was to create yet another I-P mosh pit on reddit, and as we know, that strategy never fails: (in reply to a deleted post) Oh come on. Are you suggesting that genocide and review bombing are equivalents? Every time you review bomb Scream 7 it saves 5 Palestinian children Both sides are killing both. That is kind of the point. and so on and so forth, but a true cinephile is never deterred: This movie did have a negative history. After what happened and a re write I did think that it may not be as good as the others. Williamson is not a good director like Craven or Radio Silence. He brilliant writer as he wrote the og movies. However the studio firing Melissa after her pro palenstine comments was fucking wrong. Then Chris Landon dropped out and then re write happened. Im still seeing it on saturday though. RT scores are out and its lowest rated Scream movie so far. submitted by /u/vemmahouxbois to r/SubredditDrama [link] [comments]

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I thought Journey to Batuu was bad, this is just…why? who asked for this? no one asked for this. submitted by /u/psychofistface to r/HighSodiumSims [link] [comments]

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The sauna we were calling a bus slowly bounced down a crude path forcefully etched into the skin of Earth by journeys no different than this one. My lazy gaze was fixed on unending scenery drifting by, hoping to catch a glimpse of monkeys or an elusive jaguar whose predecessors dominated these smothering trees with unchecked ferocity. This section of untamed jungle is rich in ancient history and superstition, something our guide blabbed on about all day. “Okay folks!” Guillermo shouted, gyroscopically standing at the front, wearing the exact Cheshire smile he had on at the main building complex. His white uniform, accented with gold appointments, had no visible perspiration as he addressed this bus of slick and gummy people. “We are about to reach the “Well of Sacrifice” The largest and most religiously significant cenote in ancient Mayan civilization! Countless people were decapitated and thrown down into this exact cenote! The Mayan people who called this tropical paradise home, believed cenotes were portals to the underworld! Sacrifices had the exciting pleasure of being adorned in dazzling precious gemstones and as much gold as physically possible to appease their gods!” Thin chuckles rotated against Guillermo’s dry sarcasm in the moist air. My body was just going through the motions all day from activity to activity, it was difficult to focus on anything other than how increasingly sticky, hungry, and thirsty I was becoming. Sitting in a pool of myself, I tried to picture what water holding an unknown amount of damned souls could look like. • • • My herd meandered up a steep hill, exchanging pleasantries while I rushed upwards to get my eyes on this historic site as fast as I could. It was truly breathtaking. A deep, round pit in the crusty shell of our planet was filled a third of the way to the top with fresh, deeply saturated, blue liquid. The unrelenting jungle was desperately trying its best to reclaim the exposed stone from all angels. Vines and roots grew over each other, reaching down from every direction with a slow, deliberate, unseen might that ached to graze the water's surface. I couldn’t see the lowest point, it is and always will be covered in what remains of headless bodies, rotted away by the fourth dimension. My mind struggled to grasp the mud's depth, it certainly was bountiful enough to coat the entire exposed bottom. The primeval, siren call of fauna and flora fizzled from my ear canals decibal by decibal. I would not have moved my eyes away to behold Rapture; not even the jaguar I was searching for all day. I was staring into one of Earth’s pupils and I felt her looking back with curiosity and longing matching my own. I imagined she would blink her dark blue, all seeing appendage any second, naming me the victor of our impromptu competition of visual prowess. Giddy vacationer banter broke the spell cast on me. They finally reached the precipice and were looking at the grandeur before us that mother nature carved into her own physique. We were only sightseeing here, at the next site, we got to swim. More than eager to hurry back into our personal brazen bull on wheels to be driven to our ancient and heavenly relief, we departed. No one commented on it. No one seemed to notice someone or something staring up from down in that murk. Every hair on my body standing at attention, trying my best to brush it off, I told myself the clingy heat and dehydration were getting to me. I was absolutely elated for the first time that day. Crammed in a decrepit steam room, trudging through tightly and unevenly packed trails below our smelly feet, bumping sticky legs with the person next to me, I was smiling damn near ear to ear. • • • I was among the first three to arrive at our next pit stop after a short drive and hike through the labyrinthine foliage. Our flock was busy snapping photos of every bright spider in its mesmerizing web or lone wolf flower along our path. Guillermo chatted under his breath and laughed whole heartedly with the matching photographer that silently documented, and later sold to us, the day's adventure. A trillion imprisoned drops of precipitation huddled together amassing a volume ⅓ of the Well of Sacrifice’s. The digit hid its gaze, if it had one. Fresh, emerald green and cloudy, the true depth evaded my focused robotic-like analysis of what was before me. I convinced myself with desperate ease the green lagoon was filled with innocuous leaves, twigs, and dirt. Teeming with just as much, if not more life than the last cenote, the stranded pond harmonized along eerie notes sung by the lively jungle symphony, I could practically see the air vibrating. “Folks!” Might as well be his catchphrase at this point. “Who’s first?” Guillermo said with a smile seeming to stretch all the way around his head. One limp hand rested on the smooth metal handle bar of an old mossy zipline. No one dared make an audible peep or sudden move. “Me.” I blurted out to my own surprise, not wanting to sweat anymore and still feeling the liquid confidence of tequila tasting earlier in the day. “Can I do a backflip?” “Hah!” Guillermo gaffawed from the bottom of his soul “If you know what you are doing! Sure! I'll shout and let you know when to let go of the handle bars!” I have no idea what possessed me to decide I was capable of such a feat, considering my first zipline experience was earlier that same day. Regardless, I took a confident step off the thirty foot high cliff, and went zooming toward cool relief. “Let go!” I mustered all my force to throw an imaginary bowling ball over my head and pull my knees into my chest, ready for the water's enchanting embrace. Amidst my air borne flails, reminiscent of a baby bird jumping out of its nest for the first time, I thought I caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a toothy grin and a set of evilly joyful eyes tightened to waning crescents with sheer jubilation, far below where I was about to land. With an unexpected stinging force, my back broke the serene appearing surface of the perfectly still snapshot in paradise. slap My attention was split between the over joyed face I certainly had hallucinated in my dehydrated, epinephrine filled delirium and the embarrassment of falling off of that tall ledge in such a manner. I collected myself as best I could in the moment to turn back toward the cliff I just plummeted from to see the group staring at me, holding their laughter behind tightened cheeks and balled fists. “The water is perfect!” I exclaimed while shooting a thumb up, my face hot and still managing to sweat. A sense of uncertainty continuously nipped at my toes while I treaded in water that could be 150 feet deep for all I knew. My family was ziplining in with much more grace than me as I swam around, my embarrassment faded with my tight muscles relaxing. The beautifully green hued heterogeneous mixture was a checkerboard of perfectly warm and teeth chatteringly cold spots, I searched hard to find a comfortable spot to float on. I found my resting place thirty five feet away from laughter and playful splashing. Under a tree growing over prehistoric rainfall, sounds of lapping hydration ever so gently echoed off two stone walls eroded smoothly together, and the same flippant solution that set my skin ablaze now apologetically kissed at my fiery back. I began to close my eyes while floating on my back. Before they had shut completely, the cenote I was comfortably bobbing in, solidified around me. I felt as if I was instantly assimilated into the world's biggest bowl of jell-o. In the darkness, I was resting on a bed that doesn't exist anywhere on this green and blue planet. A bespoke embrace manifested for me and me alone. I felt an alluring vibration, creeping into every cell of my body, coaxing me to sink further. I counted one second in this divine blob before I was struck from the depths below by a lightning bolt composed of peace, belonging, and tranquility touching my mind, body and soul in a divine way I thought only happened to people in the Bible. I didn’t have a brain anymore. Reduced to pure energy, my earthly suit was zapped away from me. It was somewhere close by, just in case I needed it, I couldn’t tell where. I didn’t care where. In second three, voices I knew better than my own echoed biomes away. Voices I couldn’t quite make out but felt instinctually familiar with. “We know you are faking!” “Derick!” “We are going to leave you here!” “Derick!” “Wake up!” Crash Spat out into the damp jungle, forcefully shoved back into my terrestrial constraints, my eyes shot open. I gasped for air while thrashing like someone who never touched water before. My eyes struggled to adjust to the cluttered landscape around me as my brain tried to make sense of being inside flesh and bone again. In the adrenaline charged panic, my eyes were able to make out my dad at the opposite end of the water swimming towards me, and my mom stood at the water's edge behind him. The entire group was nowhere to be seen. My brain felt like warm pudding sloshing around my head, coating the walls and clumping in soft, irregular pieces while I was trying to learn how to swim again right on the spot. My dad treaded in place as embers of life crackled deep within my eye sockets. “Haha, good nap? Don’t worry we all kept our eyes on you and made sure you didn't drown. We thought you were faking at the end! We figured you needed the rest.” My dad cheerfully shared as I began moving out of the water like a zombie, not forming any real thoughts yet. His words orbited my head in a figure eight pattern, repeatedly echoing into one ear and out the other. “Come on nene, it's time to go to the next cenote. I brought you a towel.” My moms loving words bounced around my cranium like a jumping bean that escaped a black hole, somehow begrudgingly surviving the trip through our dense atmosphere to bore itself within my chowder-filled head. I dragged my haggard self between the creaky walls and oblivious vacationers. Collapsing into the first open seat I could find, I finally had a second to think about what on God's green earth I just bore witness to against my will. My still squishy mind spun and contorted in countless directions. I felt like a scientist who made a new discovery. The group yapped on about this and that while I silently spiraled. Trying hard not to question my sanity, I focused on what I knew to be true. We were rapidly approaching the next Cenote. • • • This site was different in almost every way than the first, being completely underground. Crude stone steps abstractly coated in moss and slippery slime, carved by god knows who, led forty feet into brittle earth revealing a damp, dimly lit cavern. Scant rays of light shone lackadaisically through a man made hole in the ceiling, deliberately centered above a round stone platform in the middle of the pond. Darting iridescent fish, no longer than your pinky, caught diluted light for fractions of seconds, creating a dazzling treat my eyes ate up from the lack-luster pond. Energy of ancient rites felt trapped in this perpetually wet, limestone relic of the past. The dank air felt charged to the point that I reasoned, if I squinted hard enough, I might be able to see the ghosts of my ancestors, splashing, celebrating, and laughing like there would be no tomorrow for them. The wise, primordial bond of hydrogen and oxygen rose only to my waist, save for a small area directly in front of the round platform, deep enough for people to safely jump into. As much as my pupils struggled to dilate to the correct size, my gaze effortlessly shattered through the glass-like ecosystem. Every piece of gravel or anxiety riddled guppy calling this place home in plain view. Opting to walk in rather than cannonballing into this precious piece of history, my senses were sharp enough to register in the tens on the BESS scale as I waded through mother nature’s warm lifeblood. Fat chance I would close my eyes this time, if something were to happen, I wanted to be able to really take it all in. These refreshing, hallowed bodies trapped in this expansive cave system were feeling ever more intricate by the minute. I waded through the water housing curious inhabitants, waiting, listening. 5 minutes… 10 minutes… 20 minutes… My sense of discovery and wonder was replaced by unbridled child-like frustration. My heart revved toward its physical limit rapidly and angrily, and with furious purpose. I wanted to scream until the escaping vibrations shook the next micro-ecosystem over. How dare I let myself fall for my own whimsical dreams and belief that something special was reaching into my stiff life and shaking with no intention of stopping. Clearly, I was dehydrated to the point of delirium and delusion. Somewhere during the day a neon spider must have hitched a ride and left its puny, vampiric mark behind. Exhaustion combined with supernatural beliefs being fed to me all day resulted in a strange dream. Reason arrogantly and aggressively usurped the helm of my cognition out of whimsy’s delicate grip. I decided it was time to sulk on my own for the remaining minutes we would be inside what now felt like a claustrophobic tourist destination. I shambled exaggeratedly out of liquid crystal, moving like a geriatric soul trapped in a young body. My knees buckled out from under me for a millisecond when the water was down to my ankles. Something shocked my feet with a tiny current; the sensation you get from trick pieces of chewing gum that tingle your fingers. Not exactly painful, certainly not pleasant. The alluring call of relaxation returned, riding a cool, refreshing breeze, trying to make its way onto the dance floor with my soul from what seemed like three musty chambers away. I wanted it to rend my existence once more. One for the road. I caught my tired body before I collapsed into jagged pebble peppered stone and almost let a crooked laugh escape my sandy throat. “So I'm not going mad!” I thought to myself. I shifted my weight backwards to let the pool envelope me, swimming quietly on my red back towards the circle my family formed. I did my best to tune out their incessant waffling that could potentially be overpowering any noise being made for me. I flipped over onto my feet and forcefully injected myself into their joyous conversation, “Do you guys hear that?” Conversation fell dead in the water, everyone listened, shook their heads no and began tossing gab’s dripping corpse between each other again. “Okay folks let’s head back to the bus and get going to the last Cenote of the day!” Guillermo’s voice blasted through the stone grotto like dynamite. The white noise bubbling in humid air ceased as soon as his first syllable rebounded against gray-green rock. I was absolutely frothing to be on our way, the rest of my family however was dragging their feet literally and figuratively. • • • It began to rain lightly, sucking any shred of morale further into the soft dirt beneath our blistering toes. No one really wanted to be there other than me, but it was part of the day's plan so Guillermo would make sure we completed his entire itinerary if it was his heroic martyr. Seventeen people sought refuge around dusty plastic tables under tired and sun bleached umbrellas. This seemingly forgotten pore on the complexion of our planet was hardly a sight to behold, it seemed completely devoid of life. No visible moss or fish and no trees or vines grew around the edges. No colorful iris juxtaposed my damp wood colored stare. Crystal clear hydration from heaven revealed every crack and crevice below. This ”cenote” stood completely alone, not connecting to the main cave system of the area like almost all do. Curiosity was getting the cat’s goat as I made my lonesome way down a staircase slippery in cold rain, leading to one of three rock platforms around this jagged kettle that seemed to boil under the sky's pressure relieving release. I planned to jump in with my eyes closed to, hopefully, get the full experience from the get-go. With no one trying to keep their hair dry near me, why not have a little fun with it? No matter how big of a splash I made, no one was anywhere close enough to get caught in the fallout. “Cannonball!” Echoed through the porous sponge that was temporarily taking my brains place as I curled into a ball and hurled myself into the abyss, ready to soak up whatever I would be placed in. Splash I reached the deepest point of my trajectory, gentle resistance brought my body to a halt. Everything was wrong. Liquid that universally will acquiesce to its container grew a thousand rounded points that poked and prodded into every part of my body. Where there was once enough resistance to propel myself upwards, was now a shifting slurry of pokey elbows and boney knees, all writhing over one another, fruitlessly and eternally searching for the surface. The abnormal chill of my environment sucked away my breath in half a heartbeat. My brain entered full fledged fight or flight mode, moving me with no input of my own. Primal fear lodged one action and one word into every muscle I have; ESCAPE. Even with my frenzied eyes forced to full moons, all I saw was black, there was no waters edge to be moving toward even if I figured out how to move properly. My cramping hands clawed and yanked at whatever they could, digging into and tearing apart what felt like rotten tropical fruit and their dense pits. My legs turned to useless anchors, each kick sunk me further into human composed quick sand. My desperate grip snapped apart invisible, crispy, hollow sounding bones of every shape and size. Each break was guttural and evoked more panic with each crackle and snap. I began to lose consciousness while my body was seizing and twitching every which way in vain Hail Mary attempts to grasp solid ground. I found myself painfully flopping on the rocks with my back to the water, slowly coming to, covered in tiny scrapes and tender sore spots from my getaway. Whether I was allowed to escape or somehow fought my way out didn’t matter to me. My heart was cramping and beating irregularly as I choked on my survival. My organs screamed in blasphemous unison what seemed to be my own requiem. Reality violently exploded into perspective and the godless symphony within me crumpled down and hid itself deep when someone spoke to me just out of view. “Why do you think no one else is down here Rat?” My older brother said with an unamused look on his face, tossing me my half wet towel “It’s freezing.” “Thanks.” Escaped from my chattering teeth. The entire ordeal was out of view from everyone, for better or worse. I felt unsatisfied, unsatiated, and greedy. I still didn’t understand what was happening, not that I planned on solving the jungles’ mysteries. I was just upset that the experience would end on that note. “How anticlimactic.” I found myself thinking. I fixed my jittery gaze on the infected pore, feeling a little let down. “Maybe if I stare long enough this one will open its eye as well?” I mopishly hoped. As cold as I felt, Guillermo’s words chilled my blood to its freezing point. “Unfortunately folks due to the weather, we will not be able to go snorkeling on the beach anymore, it’s not safe to be out there right now. However! As compensation for the inconvenience, we would like to offer you free food and drinks next to another Cenote you have not seen today!” I felt my heart skip a beat. It began slamming wildly against my lungs and seemed to rhythmically punch against my ribs, trying to escape. Our guide's words awoke a passionate drummer. I hadn't the smallest shed of an inkling the fellow lived in my cavernous, empty chest. Ecstatic is an understatement for the feeling of fullness that rose out of my quaking core after hearing the words of this beautiful messenger from God. The rest of the group unanimously decided this was a fair alternative to snorkeling as we had been walking and driving from place to place all day, a moment to relax sounded appealing. So onto Guillermo’s chariot we climbed, and down the winding hallway through the thick greenery our steed shambled. • • • The sky opened once again and our star began its thankless work of redistributing excess moisture throughout the air. A small squeaky clean cocktail cart struggled through the uneven terrain towards us, the sound of expensive bottles burst the ambient lullaby. Three overly attentive employees, dressed tightly in the compound's trademark collared white and gold uniforms, took food orders with blinding pearly whites on display. Happiness filled the clearing to its brink. Little plastic cups of pricey liquor swirled and were dumped down gullets with reckless abandon, chased with hearty and unifying laughter. The party carried on over my shoulder as I drew closer to the enigma that I hoped would deliver me. A 15 foot cliff rose above a pleasantly blue homogeneous waterhole. The color attempted to conceal the ground. From the precipice I was perched, I could tell I would never be able to reach the deepest depths here. Even if I dove head first and swam with ferocity downward, my lungs would burst before I touched limestone. So I did. Without giving it a second consideration, I flattened my body into the shape of a sharp pencil, my feet being the point, and plummeted toward my target. I intended to pierce the writhing digit with the weight of the world pulling me towards itself. As the muffling pressure swallowed me whole and halted gravity’s acceleration, I flipped upside down and began descending further. Having ripped and kicked through three armfuls of azure, I opened my eyes and had to force my breath from escaping as I took in a jaw dropping sight. All around me as far as I could see in the darkening blue, were gleaming specks of every color and blinding gold bits, slowly drifting into the infinite void extending forever and ever right over my inverted gaze. 360 degrees around me, bedazzling the clear heavens over my feet and blue murk below, intricately worked pieces of gold and loose precious gems drifted lazily one after another. My forceful descent was halted in its bubbly tracks, my jaw wanted so bad to slack in awe. Enough wits remained about me to know better. Every second I was suspended felt stretched into muddled millennia. Such vast amounts of time, holding separative power immeasurable on our metrics, made the concept begin to lose any concrete structure. The mouth I felt trapped in seemed to be passing back and forth over my soul with tastebuds the size of our bus, deciding if I tasted good or not. Every so often, a loud, commanding thump resonated through this microcosm. Every loose, forgotten piece stuck here, forever sinking deeper in formless aggregate, shook in perfect unison. All negative emotions melted away, dissolving into molten time. I was sinking much slower than all that glittered around me. I had no desire to move any muscles other than those in my neck in order to gulp as much as my greedy eyes could swallow. I blinked one too many times, and someone flipped the display off. I felt dizzy as the world around me seemed to instantaneously be walled off. As quickly as the show was shut down, my heart became aware of its extreme lack of fresh air. BOOM One… CRACK Two… SPLASH Three… Four… Five, six… Seven… Eight, nine and ten… Ten explosions burst one after the other. Cutting through mortar blasts all around me, my failing organs resumed their requiem while questionably clean water blasted against and past my bare eyes. I was 25 feet below the surface. I consider myself an exceptional swimmer, but exhaustion working with suffocation against my new goal of oxygen, caused this short distance to be the most strenuous task in my life to date. I emerged like a new born beast, startling the refreshed ten people who had jumped in while I was below. “What the-?!” “We didn’t even see you in here!” “We thought you were on a walk!” “Are you okay? Did anyone land on you?” People all around me, half amused, half confused, all talked at once at my shut ears. I didn’t respond. I took a few deep breaths before pushing my head into the cenote and diving as if I was a, one of one, fresh water sperm whale species. All there was in the gradient, were legs kicking against the invisible pull Earth produced. Frustration flickered again. It was these people’s fault. If they hadn’t jumped in, I’d still be down in my personal solar system. I began my angry ascent, and repeated variations of that same thought over and over. If they hadn’t jumped in, I’d still be down there. The weight of my outlandish fervor tethered itself to reality, almost pulling me to the untouchable ground like a boulder tied to my wrists. In my brief moment of clarity, the unnoticeable spell I was under petrified me. I surfaced, through catching my breath I responded to the 20 eyes coalesced on me, “Ya I’m fine, I thought I saw an iPhone down there. I can’t hold my breath long enough to touch the floor so it’ll rest there forever I guess. Haha!” “Really? I want to try!” My sister cheered. “If I grab it first, it’s mine, Rat.” My brother proposed. Both dove, my new drummer friend let loose between my ears waiting for them to come back up. 10 grueling seconds dug razor sharp claws over my whole body. splash “There’s nothing down there Rat.” My sister threw her words at me like a primitive spear. “I saw something down there.” My brother solemnly shared. “What? What did you see? Tell me.” I feverishly responded. “A ghost.” My heart sank as I was on the brink of having a conniption. “Here it comes!” He said with a firm push on the water in front of him, moving him back a foot. Tears were about to spill over my face. Pbbbt Bubbles rose behind him. He burst into obnoxious laughter. Deciding between rage and relief, a smile crept onto my face. I splashed water into his face and momentarily forgot how close I was to browning the water. “Last call for food and drink orders!” Guillermo called like a caring mother from the precipice above. I knew we would definitely not be seeing anymore cenotes, and with my brother's age old prank, hunger tore into my guts. I joined the remainder of my group and ordered half the menu. I did my absolute best to push this experience deep into the recesses of my mind for the remainder of the vacation. It was effortless at first, but the seed sneakily stuck onto my soul had yet to bear fruit. Upon my return to Arizona, roots festered within. • • • It started harmlessly enough with pleasant dreams of being around or in a cenote. Backstroking in warm water, only to wake slick in my own self produced pond, the sheets revealing a dark, wet outline extending several inches past where my motionless body laid. Each dream showed me a different site. Sites I hadn’t seen with my own two eyes. If I dreamt the same place, the most notable difference was the color of the ponds. Clear, brown, red, blue, green, gold, and gray were all hues I witnessed. On rare occasions it was nighttime or cloudy out, but it was perfectly sunny and warm for the most part. As the visions increased in intensity and quantity, my sleep felt less and less restful. No matter how many hours I laid unconscious, I arose ever more tired. Anxiety blossomed and rapidly spread over my existence starting from the crown of my head to the round points of my feet that keep me rooted and upright. Every new room I stepped into brought panic and a heart pounding sense of atmospheric pressure closing in on all sides. Standing or sitting in a room with people plunged me in cold sweat. The safest, most relaxing place I could be was in my room. I chose to build and reinforce the cage that grew smaller on its own every day. My chrysalis felt incomplete, empty, and dead. I manically searched my family home for anything I could assimilate into my cocoon to bring any sense of comfort. Maybe a forgotten drawing, an old picture of myself, a dusty toy I used to play with, an old gaming console I used to sit with for hours, dvd’s I grew up watching, anything. Sitting on a windowsill, dusted in skin flakes, dog dander, hair, and dirt, sat a sight for desperate, bloodshot eyes. A healthy, poorly maintained, hydroponic bamboo plant from Ikea. My manically pulsing heart slowed ever so slightly and my skin grew tiny little bumps of excitement all over. I was barely hanging onto my job at this point, my lack of sleep and overarching sense of fear, discomfort, inability to focus, paranoia, and ostracism sent my performance six feet into worm wiggling earth. I grew angry with no outlet. I wanted to shut the world out more every day. I was furious that I had fallen for this trap. Fuming that I had swallowed these things carefully laid bait. Hook, line, and sinker, I could feel the rod tightening inch by inch, hour by hour and it enraged me. I know after thrashing in the soup for as long as I can, I will be pulled in, floating lifelessly on my side. I’m going to be scooped up in a net to be bled, gutted, descaled, cooked with aromatics and butter before my bones will be tossed somewhere into Mother Nature. It all melted away for a second as I grabbed the bamboo’s water stained vase and brought it into my bedroom. Gingerly placing the young bamboo plant I named Bo on my nightstand, I promptly fell into the deepest slumber I had in the three months since my vacation to those god forsaken, infected appendages littered across that hallowed swathe of foliage. My dream that night followed a group's expedition unto a distant, foreign land where rumors claim treasures sat in pools of enchanted water. Grottos brimmed with prosperity eternal. Righteous gods laid claim and rewarded those who were devout. Through an echo of the distant past, I saw 5 men. Four including myself were rapidly scouring the floor of what I call “the infected pore” cenote. Two were standing on stone platforms around the waters edge holding large leather bags in one hand and grabbing dripping gold jewelry from us four with the other. I used both hands to sift through brown sludge, pulling anything solid to the surface. My hands filled up with ounce after ounce of pure gold jewelry when I heard five air cutting, ephemeral whistles preceding five ugly thuds, crescendoing into two synchronized splashes. The sinkhole, clouded with brown sediment, was being taken over by crimson. Five bodies laid face down, small bubbles escaped their agape mouths in neat columns. My looting party adorned skewers, the chiseled flint tips were safely tucked away between hemispheres of gray matter. Their last moments overflowed with greed and misguided fervor. They appeared peaceful, as if snorkeling, before being obscured by the slurry of color fighting for dominance. I raised my hands in surrender. Heavy gold rings, anklets, bracelets, and head pieces tumbled from my grasp, splashing into colorful murk all around me. Surrounded by bow-wielding people speaking a different language than me, a sharp whistle somewhere behind me woke me from the hazy memory that didn't belong to me. I felt rested. • • • Another restless month dragged me by my hair before I lost my job. “Lack of motivation.” They told me. Depression and anxiety became screaming monkeys on my back. My parents could tell and told me to take all the time I needed to recover. I had some savings meant for moving out and a new car, dipping into that nest egg would be a small price to pay for my sanity we figured. Therapy begat none. Medication was a bust. Change of lifestyle; wasted energy. The sleeping visions were none existent. Thinking back to what worked last time, I got abstract and bought three house plants for my bedroom, desperate to wake up feeling like I actually rested. One more bamboo plant and two leafy ficus. I threw my nightly handful of Benadryl, sleeping pills, and melatonin down before wrapping my shaky body in dank blankets and shutting my eyes, trying to ignore the constant hot claminess persistently stuck to my skin. My vision was overtaken by buzzing gold light, my lactic acid filled muscles faded into bright holiness. As I became aware of it, something snapped its fingers, my body returned and collapsed onto unforgiving wood floor, my dark sunken eyes honed their stabby, tired look with purpose of their own, onto a hanging dogwood cross with inlaid gold seams. A precious gift left to me by my grandparents. I felt limp enough to sink through the ground. In my priceless newly returned clarity, I went out and bought three gallons of gold paint, two green, and ten more leafy friends. Over the course of two headache filled, sleepless days, I began by laying brown butcher paper over my entire floor and moving everything out of my room. Every supply I needed was lying around the house somewhere, I just needed to ask permission. At his wits end of how to help, my project went unopposed by my dad. I carefully covered my bedroom’s white trim in blue painters tape and furiously spread glossy gold paint evenly over every wall and the ceiling. Before it had dried, I dipped my hands in green paint to abstractly throw globs into the rough shape of bushes and trees. Once I felt satisfied with the ratio, I fell onto my butt and gave myself a much needed break. I spread eagle with hands that grew encrusted in paint and passed out. I was walking through the jungle, trees moved aside with every step I took forward. My path was lined in puny solid gold crucifixes, 2x1 inches, protruding perfectly vertical from hallowed dirt. The further I walked, the distance between crosses grew larger. I wasn’t far from someone standing with their hands comfortably resting behind their back. It was Guillermo, bearing his overly toothy smile and jubilation lined eyes. The photographer hid out of view, constantly sending bright flashes at us with a mechanical click and frantic scurry to capture as many angels as possible. Guillermo extended both arms as if to embrace me. I raised my own, only to see filthy, false jungle green hands rise from the bottom of my vision. His face contorted into a hideous frown before he pushed me firmly to the floor. Refreshed and wide awake, I became aware of my hands painfully tightened around the dogwood cross that I had stored in the next room over with all my other belongings. It was covered in green paint from my hands. The sudden sensation of unimaginable filth blasted into my cocoon. I opened my window to let the blistering Arizona air in. I ran to the bathroom I share with my brother to cleanse my body and heirloom in steamy, sudsy water. With my whole body red from scrubbing with a loofah, I began deep cleaning my pseudo wilderness. I tore the now brown-green paper from the ground, pulled off the half gold painters tape, moved my 14 leafy plants all around the room's edge, and decided I didn’t need any of my furniture. Not even my bed, I replaced it with an open sleeping bag. Every night before laying to rest, I watered all 14, the humidity was almost thick enough to sustain a fish. The remainder of my nest egg was thrown at pure gold jewelry, ordered online from my sparklingly clean cocoon. 10 rings, 4 bracelets, 3 delicate necklaces, and a crown bedazzled in lab grown emeralds, sapphires, rubies, and amethysts. I spent day and night obsessively dusting and pruning my chlorophyll family and laying motionless on the hard ground in my silent bedroom, hoping and praying to greet Guillermo on his home turf through my restless visions. I never took my jewelry off, even to shower three times a day. The incessant stickiness growing through my pores drove me mad and made me feel utterly filthy. I washed my hands and face over 20 times a day. My family looks at me sideways. I don’t care anymore. We are currently in Mexico City to celebrate Day of the Dead. I haven’t told any of them yet, but I plan on staying here. I have my eyes set on a new job. submitted by /u/Derick_Mtz to r/writers [link] [comments]

The sauna we were calling a bus slowly bounced down a crude path forcefully etched into the skin of Earth by journeys no different than this one. My lazy gaze was fixed on unending scenery drifting by, hoping to catch a glimpse of monkeys or an elusive jaguar whose predecessors dominated these smothering trees with unchecked ferocity. This section of untamed jungle is rich in ancient history and superstition, something our guide blabbed on about all day. “Okay folks!” Guillermo shouted, gyroscopically standing at the front, wearing the exact Cheshire smile he had on at the main building complex. His white uniform, accented with gold appointments, had no visible perspiration as he addressed this bus of slick and gummy people. “We are about to reach the “Well of Sacrifice” The largest and most religiously significant cenote in ancient Mayan civilization! Countless people were decapitated and thrown down into this exact cenote! The Mayan people who called this tropical paradise home, believed cenotes were portals to the underworld! Sacrifices had the exciting pleasure of being adorned in dazzling precious gemstones and as much gold as physically possible to appease their gods!” Thin chuckles rotated against Guillermo’s dry sarcasm in the moist air. My body was just going through the motions all day from activity to activity, it was difficult to focus on anything other than how increasingly sticky, hungry, and thirsty I was becoming. Sitting in a pool of myself, I tried to picture what water holding an unknown amount of damned souls could look like. • • • My herd meandered up a steep hill, exchanging pleasantries while I rushed upwards to get my eyes on this historic site as fast as I could. It was truly breathtaking. A deep, round pit in the crusty shell of our planet was filled a third of the way to the top with fresh, deeply saturated, blue liquid. The unrelenting jungle was desperately trying its best to reclaim the exposed stone from all angels. Vines and roots grew over each other, reaching down from every direction with a slow, deliberate, unseen might that ached to graze the water's surface. I couldn’t see the lowest point, it is and always will be covered in what remains of headless bodies, rotted away by the fourth dimension. My mind struggled to grasp the mud's depth, it certainly was bountiful enough to coat the entire exposed bottom. The primeval, siren call of fauna and flora fizzled from my ear canals decibal by decibal. I would not have moved my eyes away to behold Rapture; not even the jaguar I was searching for all day. I was staring into one of Earth’s pupils and I felt her looking back with curiosity and longing matching my own. I imagined she would blink her dark blue, all seeing appendage any second, naming me the victor of our impromptu competition of visual prowess. Giddy vacationer banter broke the spell cast on me. They finally reached the precipice and were looking at the grandeur before us that mother nature carved into her own physique. We were only sightseeing here, at the next site, we got to swim. More than eager to hurry back into our personal brazen bull on wheels to be driven to our ancient and heavenly relief, we departed. No one commented on it. No one seemed to notice someone or something staring up from down in that murk. Every hair on my body standing at attention, trying my best to brush it off, I told myself the clingy heat and dehydration were getting to me. I was absolutely elated for the first time that day. Crammed in a decrepit steam room, trudging through tightly and unevenly packed trails below our smelly feet, bumping sticky legs with the person next to me, I was smiling damn near ear to ear. • • • I was among the first three to arrive at our next pit stop after a short drive and hike through the labyrinthine foliage. Our flock was busy snapping photos of every bright spider in its mesmerizing web or lone wolf flower along our path. Guillermo chatted under his breath and laughed whole heartedly with the matching photographer that silently documented, and later sold to us, the day's adventure. A trillion imprisoned drops of precipitation huddled together amassing a volume ⅓ of the Well of Sacrifice’s. The digit hid its gaze, if it had one. Fresh, emerald green and cloudy, the true depth evaded my focused robotic-like analysis of what was before me. I convinced myself with desperate ease the green lagoon was filled with innocuous leaves, twigs, and dirt. Teeming with just as much, if not more life than the last cenote, the stranded pond harmonized along eerie notes sung by the lively jungle symphony, I could practically see the air vibrating. “Folks!” Might as well be his catchphrase at this point. “Who’s first?” Guillermo said with a smile seeming to stretch all the way around his head. One limp hand rested on the smooth metal handle bar of an old mossy zipline. No one dared make an audible peep or sudden move. “Me.” I blurted out to my own surprise, not wanting to sweat anymore and still feeling the liquid confidence of tequila tasting earlier in the day. “Can I do a backflip?” “Hah!” Guillermo gaffawed from the bottom of his soul “If you know what you are doing! Sure! I'll shout and let you know when to let go of the handle bars!” I have no idea what possessed me to decide I was capable of such a feat, considering my first zipline experience was earlier that same day. Regardless, I took a confident step off the thirty foot high cliff, and went zooming toward cool relief. “Let go!” I mustered all my force to throw an imaginary bowling ball over my head and pull my knees into my chest, ready for the water's enchanting embrace. Amidst my air borne flails, reminiscent of a baby bird jumping out of its nest for the first time, I thought I caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a toothy grin and a set of evilly joyful eyes tightened to waning crescents with sheer jubilation, far below where I was about to land. With an unexpected stinging force, my back broke the serene appearing surface of the perfectly still snapshot in paradise. slap My attention was split between the over joyed face I certainly had hallucinated in my dehydrated, epinephrine filled delirium and the embarrassment of falling off of that tall ledge in such a manner. I collected myself as best I could in the moment to turn back toward the cliff I just plummeted from to see the group staring at me, holding their laughter behind tightened cheeks and balled fists. “The water is perfect!” I exclaimed while shooting a thumb up, my face hot and still managing to sweat. A sense of uncertainty continuously nipped at my toes while I treaded in water that could be 150 feet deep for all I knew. My family was ziplining in with much more grace than me as I swam around, my embarrassment faded with my tight muscles relaxing. The beautifully green hued heterogeneous mixture was a checkerboard of perfectly warm and teeth chatteringly cold spots, I searched hard to find a comfortable spot to float on. I found my resting place thirty five feet away from laughter and playful splashing. Under a tree growing over prehistoric rainfall, sounds of lapping hydration ever so gently echoed off two stone walls eroded smoothly together, and the same flippant solution that set my skin ablaze now apologetically kissed at my fiery back. I began to close my eyes while floating on my back. Before they had shut completely, the cenote I was comfortably bobbing in, solidified around me. I felt as if I was instantly assimilated into the world's biggest bowl of jell-o. In the darkness, I was resting on a bed that doesn't exist anywhere on this green and blue planet. A bespoke embrace manifested for me and me alone. I felt an alluring vibration, creeping into every cell of my body, coaxing me to sink further. I counted one second in this divine blob before I was struck from the depths below by a lightning bolt composed of peace, belonging, and tranquility touching my mind, body and soul in a divine way I thought only happened to people in the Bible. I didn’t have a brain anymore. Reduced to pure energy, my earthly suit was zapped away from me. It was somewhere close by, just in case I needed it, I couldn’t tell where. I didn’t care where. In second three, voices I knew better than my own echoed biomes away. Voices I couldn’t quite make out but felt instinctually familiar with. “We know you are faking!” “Derick!” “We are going to leave you here!” “Derick!” “Wake up!” Crash Spat out into the damp jungle, forcefully shoved back into my terrestrial constraints, my eyes shot open. I gasped for air while thrashing like someone who never touched water before. My eyes struggled to adjust to the cluttered landscape around me as my brain tried to make sense of being inside flesh and bone again. In the adrenaline charged panic, my eyes were able to make out my dad at the opposite end of the water swimming towards me, and my mom stood at the water's edge behind him. The entire group was nowhere to be seen. My brain felt like warm pudding sloshing around my head, coating the walls and clumping in soft, irregular pieces while I was trying to learn how to swim again right on the spot. My dad treaded in place as embers of life crackled deep within my eye sockets. “Haha, good nap? Don’t worry we all kept our eyes on you and made sure you didn't drown. We thought you were faking at the end! We figured you needed the rest.” My dad cheerfully shared as I began moving out of the water like a zombie, not forming any real thoughts yet. His words orbited my head in a figure eight pattern, repeatedly echoing into one ear and out the other. “Come on nene, it's time to go to the next cenote. I brought you a towel.” My moms loving words bounced around my cranium like a jumping bean that escaped a black hole, somehow begrudgingly surviving the trip through our dense atmosphere to bore itself within my chowder-filled head. I dragged my haggard self between the creaky walls and oblivious vacationers. Collapsing into the first open seat I could find, I finally had a second to think about what on God's green earth I just bore witness to against my will. My still squishy mind spun and contorted in countless directions. I felt like a scientist who made a new discovery. The group yapped on about this and that while I silently spiraled. Trying hard not to question my sanity, I focused on what I knew to be true. We were rapidly approaching the next Cenote. • • • This site was different in almost every way than the first, being completely underground. Crude stone steps abstractly coated in moss and slippery slime, carved by god knows who, led forty feet into brittle earth revealing a damp, dimly lit cavern. Scant rays of light shone lackadaisically through a man made hole in the ceiling, deliberately centered above a round stone platform in the middle of the pond. Darting iridescent fish, no longer than your pinky, caught diluted light for fractions of seconds, creating a dazzling treat my eyes ate up from the lack-luster pond. Energy of ancient rites felt trapped in this perpetually wet, limestone relic of the past. The dank air felt charged to the point that I reasoned, if I squinted hard enough, I might be able to see the ghosts of my ancestors, splashing, celebrating, and laughing like there would be no tomorrow for them. The wise, primordial bond of hydrogen and oxygen rose only to my waist, save for a small area directly in front of the round platform, deep enough for people to safely jump into. As much as my pupils struggled to dilate to the correct size, my gaze effortlessly shattered through the glass-like ecosystem. Every piece of gravel or anxiety riddled guppy calling this place home in plain view. Opting to walk in rather than cannonballing into this precious piece of history, my senses were sharp enough to register in the tens on the BESS scale as I waded through mother nature’s warm lifeblood. Fat chance I would close my eyes this time, if something were to happen, I wanted to be able to really take it all in. These refreshing, hallowed bodies trapped in this expansive cave system were feeling ever more intricate by the minute. I waded through the water housing curious inhabitants, waiting, listening. 5 minutes… 10 minutes… 20 minutes… My sense of discovery and wonder was replaced by unbridled child-like frustration. My heart revved toward its physical limit rapidly and angrily, and with furious purpose. I wanted to scream until the escaping vibrations shook the next micro-ecosystem over. How dare I let myself fall for my own whimsical dreams and belief that something special was reaching into my stiff life and shaking with no intention of stopping. Clearly, I was dehydrated to the point of delirium and delusion. Somewhere during the day a neon spider must have hitched a ride and left its puny, vampiric mark behind. Exhaustion combined with supernatural beliefs being fed to me all day resulted in a strange dream. Reason arrogantly and aggressively usurped the helm of my cognition out of whimsy’s delicate grip. I decided it was time to sulk on my own for the remaining minutes we would be inside what now felt like a claustrophobic tourist destination. I shambled exaggeratedly out of liquid crystal, moving like a geriatric soul trapped in a young body. My knees buckled out from under me for a millisecond when the water was down to my ankles. Something shocked my feet with a tiny current; the sensation you get from trick pieces of chewing gum that tingle your fingers. Not exactly painful, certainly not pleasant. The alluring call of relaxation returned, riding a cool, refreshing breeze, trying to make its way onto the dance floor with my soul from what seemed like three musty chambers away. I wanted it to rend my existence once more. One for the road. I caught my tired body before I collapsed into jagged pebble peppered stone and almost let a crooked laugh escape my sandy throat. “So I'm not going mad!” I thought to myself. I shifted my weight backwards to let the pool envelope me, swimming quietly on my red back towards the circle my family formed. I did my best to tune out their incessant waffling that could potentially be overpowering any noise being made for me. I flipped over onto my feet and forcefully injected myself into their joyous conversation, “Do you guys hear that?” Conversation fell dead in the water, everyone listened, shook their heads no and began tossing gab’s dripping corpse between each other again. “Okay folks let’s head back to the bus and get going to the last Cenote of the day!” Guillermo’s voice blasted through the stone grotto like dynamite. The white noise bubbling in humid air ceased as soon as his first syllable rebounded against gray-green rock. I was absolutely frothing to be on our way, the rest of my family however was dragging their feet literally and figuratively. • • • It began to rain lightly, sucking any shred of morale further into the soft dirt beneath our blistering toes. No one really wanted to be there other than me, but it was part of the day's plan so Guillermo would make sure we completed his entire itinerary if it was his heroic martyr. Seventeen people sought refuge around dusty plastic tables under tired and sun bleached umbrellas. This seemingly forgotten pore on the complexion of our planet was hardly a sight to behold, it seemed completely devoid of life. No visible moss or fish and no trees or vines grew around the edges. No colorful iris juxtaposed my damp wood colored stare. Crystal clear hydration from heaven revealed every crack and crevice below. This ”cenote” stood completely alone, not connecting to the main cave system of the area like almost all do. Curiosity was getting the cat’s goat as I made my lonesome way down a staircase slippery in cold rain, leading to one of three rock platforms around this jagged kettle that seemed to boil under the sky's pressure relieving release. I planned to jump in with my eyes closed to, hopefully, get the full experience from the get-go. With no one trying to keep their hair dry near me, why not have a little fun with it? No matter how big of a splash I made, no one was anywhere close enough to get caught in the fallout. “Cannonball!” Echoed through the porous sponge that was temporarily taking my brains place as I curled into a ball and hurled myself into the abyss, ready to soak up whatever I would be placed in. Splash I reached the deepest point of my trajectory, gentle resistance brought my body to a halt. Everything was wrong. Liquid that universally will acquiesce to its container grew a thousand rounded points that poked and prodded into every part of my body. Where there was once enough resistance to propel myself upwards, was now a shifting slurry of pokey elbows and boney knees, all writhing over one another, fruitlessly and eternally searching for the surface. The abnormal chill of my environment sucked away my breath in half a heartbeat. My brain entered full fledged fight or flight mode, moving me with no input of my own. Primal fear lodged one action and one word into every muscle I have; ESCAPE. Even with my frenzied eyes forced to full moons, all I saw was black, there was no waters edge to be moving toward even if I figured out how to move properly. My cramping hands clawed and yanked at whatever they could, digging into and tearing apart what felt like rotten tropical fruit and their dense pits. My legs turned to useless anchors, each kick sunk me further into human composed quick sand. My desperate grip snapped apart invisible, crispy, hollow sounding bones of every shape and size. Each break was guttural and evoked more panic with each crackle and snap. I began to lose consciousness while my body was seizing and twitching every which way in vain Hail Mary attempts to grasp solid ground. I found myself painfully flopping on the rocks with my back to the water, slowly coming to, covered in tiny scrapes and tender sore spots from my getaway. Whether I was allowed to escape or somehow fought my way out didn’t matter to me. My heart was cramping and beating irregularly as I choked on my survival. My organs screamed in blasphemous unison what seemed to be my own requiem. Reality violently exploded into perspective and the godless symphony within me crumpled down and hid itself deep when someone spoke to me just out of view. “Why do you think no one else is down here Rat?” My older brother said with an unamused look on his face, tossing me my half wet towel “It’s freezing.” “Thanks.” Escaped from my chattering teeth. The entire ordeal was out of view from everyone, for better or worse. I felt unsatisfied, unsatiated, and greedy. I still didn’t understand what was happening, not that I planned on solving the jungles’ mysteries. I was just upset that the experience would end on that note. “How anticlimactic.” I found myself thinking. I fixed my jittery gaze on the infected pore, feeling a little let down. “Maybe if I stare long enough this one will open its eye as well?” I mopishly hoped. As cold as I felt, Guillermo’s words chilled my blood to its freezing point. “Unfortunately folks due to the weather, we will not be able to go snorkeling on the beach anymore, it’s not safe to be out there right now. However! As compensation for the inconvenience, we would like to offer you free food and drinks next to another Cenote you have not seen today!” I felt my heart skip a beat. It began slamming wildly against my lungs and seemed to rhythmically punch against my ribs, trying to escape. Our guide's words awoke a passionate drummer. I hadn't the smallest shed of an inkling the fellow lived in my cavernous, empty chest. Ecstatic is an understatement for the feeling of fullness that rose out of my quaking core after hearing the words of this beautiful messenger from God. The rest of the group unanimously decided this was a fair alternative to snorkeling as we had been walking and driving from place to place all day, a moment to relax sounded appealing. So onto Guillermo’s chariot we climbed, and down the winding hallway through the thick greenery our steed shambled. • • • The sky opened once again and our star began its thankless work of redistributing excess moisture throughout the air. A small squeaky clean cocktail cart struggled through the uneven terrain towards us, the sound of expensive bottles burst the ambient lullaby. Three overly attentive employees, dressed tightly in the compound's trademark collared white and gold uniforms, took food orders with blinding pearly whites on display. Happiness filled the clearing to its brink. Little plastic cups of pricey liquor swirled and were dumped down gullets with reckless abandon, chased with hearty and unifying laughter. The party carried on over my shoulder as I drew closer to the enigma that I hoped would deliver me. A 15 foot cliff rose above a pleasantly blue homogeneous waterhole. The color attempted to conceal the ground. From the precipice I was perched, I could tell I would never be able to reach the deepest depths here. Even if I dove head first and swam with ferocity downward, my lungs would burst before I touched limestone. So I did. Without giving it a second consideration, I flattened my body into the shape of a sharp pencil, my feet being the point, and plummeted toward my target. I intended to pierce the writhing digit with the weight of the world pulling me towards itself. As the muffling pressure swallowed me whole and halted gravity’s acceleration, I flipped upside down and began descending further. Having ripped and kicked through three armfuls of azure, I opened my eyes and had to force my breath from escaping as I took in a jaw dropping sight. All around me as far as I could see in the darkening blue, were gleaming specks of every color and blinding gold bits, slowly drifting into the infinite void extending forever and ever right over my inverted gaze. 360 degrees around me, bedazzling the clear heavens over my feet and blue murk below, intricately worked pieces of gold and loose precious gems drifted lazily one after another. My forceful descent was halted in its bubbly tracks, my jaw wanted so bad to slack in awe. Enough wits remained about me to know better. Every second I was suspended felt stretched into muddled millennia. Such vast amounts of time, holding separative power immeasurable on our metrics, made the concept begin to lose any concrete structure. The mouth I felt trapped in seemed to be passing back and forth over my soul with tastebuds the size of our bus, deciding if I tasted good or not. Every so often, a loud, commanding thump resonated through this microcosm. Every loose, forgotten piece stuck here, forever sinking deeper in formless aggregate, shook in perfect unison. All negative emotions melted away, dissolving into molten time. I was sinking much slower than all that glittered around me. I had no desire to move any muscles other than those in my neck in order to gulp as much as my greedy eyes could swallow. I blinked one too many times, and someone flipped the display off. I felt dizzy as the world around me seemed to instantaneously be walled off. As quickly as the show was shut down, my heart became aware of its extreme lack of fresh air. BOOM One… CRACK Two… SPLASH Three… Four… Five, six… Seven… Eight, nine and ten… Ten explosions burst one after the other. Cutting through mortar blasts all around me, my failing organs resumed their requiem while questionably clean water blasted against and past my bare eyes. I was 25 feet below the surface. I consider myself an exceptional swimmer, but exhaustion working with suffocation against my new goal of oxygen, caused this short distance to be the most strenuous task in my life to date. I emerged like a new born beast, startling the refreshed ten people who had jumped in while I was below. “What the-?!” “We didn’t even see you in here!” “We thought you were on a walk!” “Are you okay? Did anyone land on you?” People all around me, half amused, half confused, all talked at once at my shut ears. I didn’t respond. I took a few deep breaths before pushing my head into the cenote and diving as if I was a, one of one, fresh water sperm whale species. All there was in the gradient, were legs kicking against the invisible pull Earth produced. Frustration flickered again. It was these people’s fault. If they hadn’t jumped in, I’d still be down in my personal solar system. I began my angry ascent, and repeated variations of that same thought over and over. If they hadn’t jumped in, I’d still be down there. The weight of my outlandish fervor tethered itself to reality, almost pulling me to the untouchable ground like a boulder tied to my wrists. In my brief moment of clarity, the unnoticeable spell I was under petrified me. I surfaced, through catching my breath I responded to the 20 eyes coalesced on me, “Ya I’m fine, I thought I saw an iPhone down there. I can’t hold my breath long enough to touch the floor so it’ll rest there forever I guess. Haha!” “Really? I want to try!” My sister cheered. “If I grab it first, it’s mine, Rat.” My brother proposed. Both dove, my new drummer friend let loose between my ears waiting for them to come back up. 10 grueling seconds dug razor sharp claws over my whole body. splash “There’s nothing down there Rat.” My sister threw her words at me like a primitive spear. “I saw something down there.” My brother solemnly shared. “What? What did you see? Tell me.” I feverishly responded. “A ghost.” My heart sank as I was on the brink of having a conniption. “Here it comes!” He said with a firm push on the water in front of him, moving him back a foot. Tears were about to spill over my face. Pbbbt Bubbles rose behind him. He burst into obnoxious laughter. Deciding between rage and relief, a smile crept onto my face. I splashed water into his face and momentarily forgot how close I was to browning the water. “Last call for food and drink orders!” Guillermo called like a caring mother from the precipice above. I knew we would definitely not be seeing anymore cenotes, and with my brother's age old prank, hunger tore into my guts. I joined the remainder of my group and ordered half the menu. I did my absolute best to push this experience deep into the recesses of my mind for the remainder of the vacation. It was effortless at first, but the seed sneakily stuck onto my soul had yet to bear fruit. Upon my return to Arizona, roots festered within. • • • It started harmlessly enough with pleasant dreams of being around or in a cenote. Backstroking in warm water, only to wake slick in my own self produced pond, the sheets revealing a dark, wet outline extending several inches past where my motionless body laid. Each dream showed me a different site. Sites I hadn’t seen with my own two eyes. If I dreamt the same place, the most notable difference was the color of the ponds. Clear, brown, red, blue, green, gold, and gray were all hues I witnessed. On rare occasions it was nighttime or cloudy out, but it was perfectly sunny and warm for the most part. As the visions increased in intensity and quantity, my sleep felt less and less restful. No matter how many hours I laid unconscious, I arose ever more tired. Anxiety blossomed and rapidly spread over my existence starting from the crown of my head to the round points of my feet that keep me rooted and upright. Every new room I stepped into brought panic and a heart pounding sense of atmospheric pressure closing in on all sides. Standing or sitting in a room with people plunged me in cold sweat. The safest, most relaxing place I could be was in my room. I chose to build and reinforce the cage that grew smaller on its own every day. My chrysalis felt incomplete, empty, and dead. I manically searched my family home for anything I could assimilate into my cocoon to bring any sense of comfort. Maybe a forgotten drawing, an old picture of myself, a dusty toy I used to play with, an old gaming console I used to sit with for hours, dvd’s I grew up watching, anything. Sitting on a windowsill, dusted in skin flakes, dog dander, hair, and dirt, sat a sight for desperate, bloodshot eyes. A healthy, poorly maintained, hydroponic bamboo plant from Ikea. My manically pulsing heart slowed ever so slightly and my skin grew tiny little bumps of excitement all over. I was barely hanging onto my job at this point, my lack of sleep and overarching sense of fear, discomfort, inability to focus, paranoia, and ostracism sent my performance six feet into worm wiggling earth. I grew angry with no outlet. I wanted to shut the world out more every day. I was furious that I had fallen for this trap. Fuming that I had swallowed these things carefully laid bait. Hook, line, and sinker, I could feel the rod tightening inch by inch, hour by hour and it enraged me. I know after thrashing in the soup for as long as I can, I will be pulled in, floating lifelessly on my side. I’m going to be scooped up in a net to be bled, gutted, descaled, cooked with aromatics and butter before my bones will be tossed somewhere into Mother Nature. It all melted away for a second as I grabbed the bamboo’s water stained vase and brought it into my bedroom. Gingerly placing the young bamboo plant I named Bo on my nightstand, I promptly fell into the deepest slumber I had in the three months since my vacation to those god forsaken, infected appendages littered across that hallowed swathe of foliage. My dream that night followed a group's expedition unto a distant, foreign land where rumors claim treasures sat in pools of enchanted water. Grottos brimmed with prosperity eternal. Righteous gods laid claim and rewarded those who were devout. Through an echo of the distant past, I saw 5 men. Four including myself were rapidly scouring the floor of what I call “the infected pore” cenote. Two were standing on stone platforms around the waters edge holding large leather bags in one hand and grabbing dripping gold jewelry from us four with the other. I used both hands to sift through brown sludge, pulling anything solid to the surface. My hands filled up with ounce after ounce of pure gold jewelry when I heard five air cutting, ephemeral whistles preceding five ugly thuds, crescendoing into two synchronized splashes. The sinkhole, clouded with brown sediment, was being taken over by crimson. Five bodies laid face down, small bubbles escaped their agape mouths in neat columns. My looting party adorned skewers, the chiseled flint tips were safely tucked away between hemispheres of gray matter. Their last moments overflowed with greed and misguided fervor. They appeared peaceful, as if snorkeling, before being obscured by the slurry of color fighting for dominance. I raised my hands in surrender. Heavy gold rings, anklets, bracelets, and head pieces tumbled from my grasp, splashing into colorful murk all around me. Surrounded by bow-wielding people speaking a different language than me, a sharp whistle somewhere behind me woke me from the hazy memory that didn't belong to me. I felt rested. • • • Another restless month dragged me by my hair before I lost my job. “Lack of motivation.” They told me. Depression and anxiety became screaming monkeys on my back. My parents could tell and told me to take all the time I needed to recover. I had some savings meant for moving out and a new car, dipping into that nest egg would be a small price to pay for my sanity we figured. Therapy begat none. Medication was a bust. Change of lifestyle; wasted energy. The sleeping visions were none existent. Thinking back to what worked last time, I got abstract and bought three house plants for my bedroom, desperate to wake up feeling like I actually rested. One more bamboo plant and two leafy ficus. I threw my nightly handful of Benadryl, sleeping pills, and melatonin down before wrapping my shaky body in dank blankets and shutting my eyes, trying to ignore the constant hot claminess persistently stuck to my skin. My vision was overtaken by buzzing gold light, my lactic acid filled muscles faded into bright holiness. As I became aware of it, something snapped its fingers, my body returned and collapsed onto unforgiving wood floor, my dark sunken eyes honed their stabby, tired look with purpose of their own, onto a hanging dogwood cross with inlaid gold seams. A precious gift left to me by my grandparents. I felt limp enough to sink through the ground. In my priceless newly returned clarity, I went out and bought three gallons of gold paint, two green, and ten more leafy friends. Over the course of two headache filled, sleepless days, I began by laying brown butcher paper over my entire floor and moving everything out of my room. Every supply I needed was lying around the house somewhere, I just needed to ask permission. At his wits end of how to help, my project went unopposed by my dad. I carefully covered my bedroom’s white trim in blue painters tape and furiously spread glossy gold paint evenly over every wall and the ceiling. Before it had dried, I dipped my hands in green paint to abstractly throw globs into the rough shape of bushes and trees. Once I felt satisfied with the ratio, I fell onto my butt and gave myself a much needed break. I spread eagle with hands that grew encrusted in paint and passed out. I was walking through the jungle, trees moved aside with every step I took forward. My path was lined in puny solid gold crucifixes, 2x1 inches, protruding perfectly vertical from hallowed dirt. The further I walked, the distance between crosses grew larger. I wasn’t far from someone standing with their hands comfortably resting behind their back. It was Guillermo, bearing his overly toothy smile and jubilation lined eyes. The photographer hid out of view, constantly sending bright flashes at us with a mechanical click and frantic scurry to capture as many angels as possible. Guillermo extended both arms as if to embrace me. I raised my own, only to see filthy, false jungle green hands rise from the bottom of my vision. His face contorted into a hideous frown before he pushed me firmly to the floor. Refreshed and wide awake, I became aware of my hands painfully tightened around the dogwood cross that I had stored in the next room over with all my other belongings. It was covered in green paint from my hands. The sudden sensation of unimaginable filth blasted into my cocoon. I opened my window to let the blistering Arizona air in. I ran to the bathroom I share with my brother to cleanse my body and heirloom in steamy, sudsy water. With my whole body red from scrubbing with a loofah, I began deep cleaning my pseudo wilderness. I tore the now brown-green paper from the ground, pulled off the half gold painters tape, moved my 14 leafy plants all around the room's edge, and decided I didn’t need any of my furniture. Not even my bed, I replaced it with an open sleeping bag. Every night before laying to rest, I watered all 14, the humidity was almost thick enough to sustain a fish. The remainder of my nest egg was thrown at pure gold jewelry, ordered online from my sparklingly clean cocoon. 10 rings, 4 bracelets, 3 delicate necklaces, and a crown bedazzled in lab grown emeralds, sapphires, rubies, and amethysts. I spent day and night obsessively dusting and pruning my chlorophyll family and laying motionless on the hard ground in my silent bedroom, hoping and praying to greet Guillermo on his home turf through my restless visions. I never took my jewelry off, even to shower three times a day. The incessant stickiness growing through my pores drove me mad and made me feel utterly filthy. I washed my hands and face over 20 times a day. My family looks at me sideways. I don’t care anymore. We are currently in Mexico City to celebrate Day of the Dead. I haven’t told any of them yet, but I plan on staying here. I have my eyes set on a new job. submitted by /u/Derick_Mtz to r/creepcast [link] [comments]

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For the longest time I thought I wasn't the biggest music fan but even from a young age I found myself gravitated towards the funny songs the cartoons would sing. This is a little collection of my favorites! Tell me how awesome or terrible my choices are and what some of your favorites are! Mine were pretty much all from adult cartoons but if you have any from kids shows those would be good too! I can get down with a good Bubble Guppies song I'm man enough to admit that lol. (Also i just now realized there's more than one Republican song on here. I swear I'm apolitical I just think they're banger songs) Don't Stop Dancing - Bojack Horseman: "You are a rotten little cog, mon frère; Spun by forces you don't understand! Living is a bitter nasty slog, mein herr; Why not sell your sadness as a brand?" Reprise: "Here with all your family and friends You run the race You blurt your lines They put your face On shirts and shrines And giant signs a thousand feet tall And don't stop dancing Don't stop dancing Til the curtain call...!" See My Vest - The Simpsons: "See this hat, 'twas my cat My evening wear, vampire bat These white slippers are albino African endangered rhino! Grizzly bear underwear Turtle necks, I've got my share Beret of poodle - on my noodle It shall rest!" Too Different - Family Guy: "I'd bet money you'll marry a honey who's pretty and funny...and her name'll be Ted! Oh gay jokes. I'm just workin with what you give me." Road to Road Island - Family Guy: "We've travelled a bit and we've found ♪ ♪ Like a masochist in Newport, we're Rhode Island bound! Crazy travel conditions right? First class and no class! Woah careful with that joke it's an antique!" We Put The Spring In Springfield - The Simpsons: "We're that little extra spice that makes existence extra nice A giddy little thrill at a reasonable price. Our only major quarrel's with your total lack of morals! Our skimpy costumes ain't so bad, they seem to entertain your dad! The gin in your martini, the clams on your linguini Yes, we keep the- in Springfield!" The Gay Song - The Simpsons: "Oh, there's so many men around the world Of every shape and size. I want to nibble on Jamaican jerks And teriyaki thighs. I want to French-kiss a Frenchman And spoon an English duke. 'Cause frankly, dear To not be queer Just makes me want to puke." You Have AIDs - Family Guy: "You may have caught it when you stuck that filthy needle in here Or maybe all that unprotected sex put you here It isn't clear, but what we're certain of is You have AIDS (Yes, you have AIDS) Not HIV, but full-blown AIDS!!" Gay-o is ok-oh - The Simpsons: "When my man and I shop for wedding gowns we were mocked and shunned and pushed around, but yesterday we found a place to be gay, I'm going to marry my Harry in Springfield town." If You Want It You Can Find It On TV - Family Guy: "Now, the Peacock's having trouble simply staying in the race So I hear they're bringing "Seinfeld" back to save a little face And I hear Isaiah Washington is taking Kramer's place??" We're Red and We're Gay - American Dad: "Our loafers are light, but we still vote for the right It's true we can't wed, but we support the Fed We like each others' butts and big old spending cuts We like to pack, fudge, and heat." We've Been Bad - American Dad: "Hey, wait a second dude! I feel as bad as you. I don't want to live like this no more, I wish that I could start over new! Damn, I feel just like you do. Oh, I know that we've been bad... But we don't want this sad no more! Sad's a drag. 'Cause I miss mom and dad! And I miss my baby Sheila!" You Get the Rod - American Dad: "Round the world it's all the same Children freeze when they hear my name Krampus please, don't beat me so But do I listen? Sadly, no Eighty percent of kids end up turnin' into dirtbags I just laugh But Steve, oh Steve, you are the worst Slap the butt with a branch of birch Shake them chains 'til your ears go numb See now just what you've become Show you that life is pain Not some silly stupid game We do it my way And because you haven't learned your lesson You get the rod! You get the rod!!" Grown Up Halloween - The Simpsons: "Your kid's teacher in a steampunk orgy. Ha! Grown ups become monsters after nine. It's time for Grown Up Halloween! Close your eyes if you're under eighteen. It's my chance to show boobs! Live my fantasy-y-y because tomorrow morning We won't remember a thi-i-ing! Our lives are awful and dreary so tonight, we're going way way way way way too far!" El Perro - American Dad: "El perro, el perro, es mi corazón, El gato, el gato, el gato no es bueno. Cilantro es cantante, Cilantro es muy famoso, Cilantro es el hombre con el queso del diablo." The Bureaucrat Song - Futurama: "They say the world looks down on the bureaucrats They say we're anal, compulsive, and weird But when push comes to shove You gotta do what you love Even if it's not a good idea Zoidberg!" This Trinity's Goin To War - Futurama: "Ch, Check it out, Kwanzaabot in the neptizzle hizzle, with my inhuman beat-box, busy building missiles. They're guided by these cute dancing fairy figures. Careful, little elf, that's proximity-triggered. I'm fighting back for Kwanzaa, so the children won't miss it. I'm confused about its meaning, but I know it when they diss it. So Santa? Yeah, Kay? Cee Zee? Say, hey. Let's slay them pimps. Come on, pimp my sleigh." The Devil's Hands Oprah - Futurama: "Is this really happening or just being staged? It can't be real-- Not if Leela is engaged. That isn't what I meant, That isn't what I signed. You should have checked the wording in the fine... [He makes the contract larger.] Print." Happy Crappy Place - Bob's Burgers: "I'm the world's greatest farmer Things are growing so well. We're living in our own personal hell!! The restaurant's now a crappy place." Bad Stuff Happens in The Bathroom - Bob's Burgers: "Let's be clear, I did absolutely nothing wrong I'm not to blame, it's not my fault This is just to say If Gene had pooped like every day, this would've all just blown away But he'll be outta there in no time No one's gonna blame me, I'll be doing just fine Today is gonna be a great day If Teddy can't unstick my dad, I'll find another way!" Republican Town - Family Guy: "Trees grow from Republican sod And everyone prays to a proper right-wing God! Republican Catholics? Yes, indeed, there are! Republican Muslims? Now, let's not go too far. No Muslims? Nah, too many tall buildings." submitted by /u/Educational_Rice_720 to r/cartoons [link] [comments]

My son, Tatum, is 9. He is on the spectrum and has loved bubble guppies basically since birth. We own every DVD, he gets opened toys that he finds online for Christmas, can repeat every episode from memory and has told us that Gil is his best friend. He has watched video after video of the BG stacking cups being played with. I can not find them anywhere, and that is all that he wants for his birthday. He has asked for them every single holiday for years now. I'm not sure if this thread is the right place to start, but I'm getting desperate. I saw the listing on Mercari, it's missing the bottom to bubble puppy and that would drive him insane. So leaving that for last resort. submitted by /u/Sea_Farm1575 to r/HelpMeFind [link] [comments]

Please delete if not allowed, I'm new to Reddit. My son, Tatum, is 9. He is on the spectrum and has loved bubble guppies basically since birth. We own every DVD, he gets opened toys that he finds online for Christmas, can repeat every episode from memory and has told us that Gil is his best friend. He has watched video after video of the BG stacking cups being played with. I can not find them anywhere, and that is all that he wants for his birthday. He has asked for them every single holiday for years now. I'm not sure if this thread is the right place to start, but I'm getting desperate. Signed, A mom just trying her best 😭 I will add photo for reference submitted by /u/Sea_Farm1575 to r/BubbleGuppies [link] [comments]

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I became a renter for the first time in my mid 30's, pretty late in life. Before that, I'd been on the other side of things. I'm a landlord and developer, which I realize doesn't endear me to most readers, but in my partial defence, I've built everything that I own, and with my own hands for the first few years. I started doing painting, finishing carpentry/millwork/cabinetmaking to make money during university, and when I graduated I had saved up enough to get horribly into debt at an extremely high interest rate which I had to build my way out of. The first place I lived in after the dorm was a dangerously neglected warehouse that I had just bought, and ended up reconstructing into a fourplex - I lived there for the next 10 years while subsequently getting into new greenfield rental developments. Just before COVID I ended up selling that first place I had built, and the buyer wanted me out so they could raise the rent to market. This was to be my first time getting "evicted," but the pain was numbed by the sale price during that huge market runup. I also thought it might be tricky to navigate being a tenant in a building that I had built and owned for years. I decided to treat myself by renting a condo downtown - a huge step up from my previous 1 bedroom that was chosen for its ROI rather than owner-occupancy appeal. I spent around 3 months looking at dozens of places and built up a good sense of the rental market as my pride insisted I get the best deal possible. I quickly learned that the market that had been so favourable to me The Landlord was extremely difficult for me The Tenant. I got incredibly lucky when I took a chance and viewed a condo on craigslist that had no photos in the listing, never a good sign. It turned out the lack of photos was not an attempt to cover up, but simply the inability of the owner to work a digital camera (he did not have a smartphone.) It was perfect - 2005ish building, floor to ceiling glass, high floor with 270 degree views, A/C, open layout, well priced. The only problem? Very worn out, shabby 2005ish kitchen and bathroom, and the reddest looking cherry wood flooring you could imagine. Horrible cheap honey coloured fake wood veneer cabinets, gloss black appliances. Brushed aluminum finish everywhere, lots of frosted glass on the light fixtures. A simpler time. The landlord seemed like he would be pretty hands-off, and my application pitch was that if he was okay with it, I would take care of maintenance myself and just e-transfer him rent every month and not bother him. He loved the sound of that. He said he had bought a house in the suburbs and wanted to keep this condo for rental income for about 10 years until he retired - there are pretty strong tenant rights where I live, so long as he didn't sell there were no "no fault" eviction options. We signed the tenancy agreement, paid the deposit and moved in. The last time I saw him was during the move-in inspection, after which he exclaimed “If you treat this place well, I promise you can stay here as long as you want!” Big, firm, job-interview winning boomer handshake, and he was gone. We loved the new place – a complete change from the “up and coming” part of town we had just left, 400 feet above the street. The absolutely horrible kitchen, bathrooms and floors haunted me, but I had a plan and it was only a matter of time. One of my carpentry/millwork subs did a lot of retail tenant improvement as well as... model homes and apartments for much bigger developers. When you are building a 30 story highrise, you typically spend a few hundred grand to several million mocking up a unit in a retail showroom somewhere offsite to help you collect deposits. After the building sells out? That stuff gets either junked or sold on craigslist. When I was doing single digit unit buildings, I had bought a number of new old stock appliances, cabinets, flooring etc out of a marketing manager's garage for cash... A few months later and it's the summer of 2020 and COVID is in full swing, and my carpenter emails me - one of his clients is cancelling their project, and since they are ghosting him on his draw, he is taking down their display unit. The drawings show an almost exact match to my unit in terms of dimensions. The spec sheet is jaw-dropping: almost 20' of Snaidero cabinets, gloss white with champagne bronze hardware, Sub Zero/Wolf appliance package, white marble counters and back splash, Kallista faucets... easily $100,000+ retail not including install. Oh, and 1200 square feet of herringbone light oak planks if I don't mind pulling them up myself. How much does he want? $10k cash. Well, my jobsite is shut down for the foreseeable future, the government is making 75% of my payroll and I don't have anything to do except stare at my awful kitchen all day. After about 3 hours with my measuring tape and pencil, I ask my carpenter if he is willing to join my bubble for $40/hr cash for a few weekends. He is. One last step - email my landlord and ask if he doesn't mind me doing a complete renovation on his condo. Crucially, I conclude the offer with "I'll undertake to return it to move-in condition before I leave." Not surprisingly, he accepts. "That's okay, do whatever you want, we love having you as a tenant." Time to go to work. I get the old kitchen out in about 2 days, hampered by my need to work quietly as I'm doing this without permits (not like they are doing inspections anyways, but still..). A side effect of this slow pace (and my wife's current obsession with Marie Kondo) is that everything is removed intact, and carefully taped and labelled. Taking out the old kitchen does indeed spark joy. The old floating cherry wood floor comes up in a morning, also tagged and labelled and bundled in the order it was removed. The carpenter comes over, and he gets the "new" kitchen installed in less than 2 days while I lay down the floor. The floor actually ended up taking me a week, mainly because I had to make the end cuts at my storage unit across town, since I definitely couldn't run a mitre saw with everyone at home during lockdown. After just under 2 weeks, I had effectively a brand new, ultra high end condo for just under $12,000 out of pocket. At this point I'm sure everyone reading this is facepalming as they wonder why on earth I'm proud of renovating someone else's condo at my cost - it did make sense at the time, as I was under the impression I'd be there for a good 10 years - plus the fact I was paying about $500/month under market at move-in, and more like $1500/month under market in the current condition. There are a variety of economic and market conditions and segments where it makes more financial sense to rent than it does to buy. For example, my monthly rent would not have even covered the interest portion of a mortgage, let alone condo fees, insurance, taxes and the opportunity cost of the downpayment. In other words, it was cheaper to rent the condo than it was to rent the money that I would need to buy the condo. Also, as a builder, cash is a critical tool, and the more cash I can hold onto, the bigger I can build. With my 1 year lease, and the fact I had lots of free time, it didn't seem like such a reckless move. And who can say no to a $2000 kitchen faucet. Filling a glass of water feels like working the bolt on a well-oiled Holland & Holland rifle. Worst case I could probably get most of it back by selling just the appliances if something unexpected happened. Which it did. I had undertaken all this after evaluating all the possibilities and weighing the risk of putting time and money into a place I don't own. I had failed to consider one important detail - the wife. By the spring of 2023 the upgrades had, in my opinion, paid for themselves after nearly 36 months of use. I hadn't seen the landlord since I moved in and he hadn't been in touch since approving my renovation except for the monthly confirmation he'd accepted my rent transfer - so naturally I began to get concerned when by the end of the first week of May, he hadn't deposited my rent. Two emails went unanswered, until there was a knock on the door. I opened up and was hit with a wall of flowery perfume, which perfectly matched the wall of floral print and red heels standing in my doorway. The landlord had contracted COVID (in 2023!) and sent his wife to collect the rent. I get out my phone to cancel the transfer and go into my office to look for my chequebook. I come back to find her (still in her heels!!) standing in the middle of the living room spinning like a technicolour top. "Oh wow, this looks fabulous! I heard you were doing some renos but I never thought it would look like this! Is that a Sub ZERO fridge?" She opens the fridge. My fridge. "I looove the floors.. and are these custom cabinets?" She turns the kitchen faucet on and off probably 6 times. It took days to air out the smell of perfume after she left. Several hours later my wife came home, and given the lingering smell in the apartment, I'd already briefed her on who had stopped by. “Fuck. I can tell by the smell she's seeing dollar signs.” Sure enough, 3 weeks later I get a call from a realtor who wants to schedule the photographer to take listing photos as the landlords are selling. Of course the landlord, who has now recovered from his COVID, will not take my calls and won't respond to my emails. I'm upset that he doesn't have the courage to admit what he is doing, my wife is upset because she doesn't want to move, and I'm feeling embarrassed that I trusted this guy... I'm not really losing much since we've lived there for 3 years and paid tens of thousands less than market rent during that time... but it still stings. Even in the slow market the place sells in 3 weeks and yes, the new owners want to move in. They give me the required 3 month's notice and pay the 1 month rent compensation. I note that the listing has advertised “Exquisitely renovated with top of the line appliances, cabinets and built-ins. No expense spared.” My first instinct was to at least contact the realtor and suggest he check with the landlord about what was included with the apartment, and what was being represented, but the description in the listing infuriated my wife to such an extent that we agreed to let them do their own due diligence. I think you can all guess where this is going. This time it only took 3 days to pull the "new" kitchen out and put the "old" kitchen back in. Same with the floors - turns out you can lay 1000 square feet of flooring in about 2 hours if it's all pre-cut and labelled. But, some of the T&G was a bit loose so I made sure to glue that bitch down to the concrete nice and tight to make sure it doesn't creak or pop. It's exceptionally cheap so it's going to splinter and separate if it ever needs to come back up... The old Home Depot Glacier Bay $49 kitchen faucet unfortunately started leaking when I put it back in, so I treated the new owners to a brand new replacement (now $60). The new one leaked as well, but not much, and only when it was on. I re-watched the move-in inspection video to refresh my memory and made sure everything was exactly as it was when I moved in, right down to a few small holes in the drywall - I had also forgotten that the old oven control board was fried which meant it kept shutting off every 10 minutes. My wife and I debated leaving a wireless camera up on the wall to capture the new owner's delight at how faithfully we upheld our tenancy agreement as unfortunately we moved out about a week before their planned move in date but there was/is (still?) a reasonable chance of getting sued so we opted not to, as intent is half the battle. I don't actually know what happened since I've ignored the dozens of phone calls from the landlord and the new owners, and just sent them a registered letter with my tenancy agreement, move-in inspection video on DVD and a copy of the email exchange with the landlord from 2020 where he allowed me to renovate the condo provided I put everything back the way it was when I moved in. I did get a text from the realtor calling me a petty, vindictive asshole and that I'm lucky I'm not getting sued (implying that my landlord probably IS getting sued, and furthermore, one or all of them has looked into suing me and were advised against it.) The concierge recently told me that nobody has moved into the condo yet which presents another intoxicating possibility - because the new owners evicted us for their personal use, according to the tenancy law, if they fail to move in within 6 months they owe me a full year's rent as compensation for a fraudulent eviction. I still haven't bought a place, I ended up unfortunately having to pay a fair bit more in rent to move upstairs in the same building, with a different layout but thankfully much nicer finishings. I have an alert set for the building that tells me if a unit gets listed – I'm ready to make an offer if there is a fixer upper that comes up for sale - I even have a kitchen that might just fit. submitted by /u/IknowwhatIhave to r/pettyrevenge [link] [comments]

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It was during a trip to Rochester, NY for Thanksgiving. In the middle of the disc, the batteries in my headphones became weak, causing the audio to become very distorted. We got replacement batteries in Erie, PA. submitted by /u/Significant_Smell284 to r/BubbleGuppies [link] [comments]

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Hey everyone, Im looking to sell or trade off some of my items. All items that are bought with paypal will be 10% off eBay below eBay sold market price, and items traded will be priced around the market price. Im flexible and like to do bundle discounts for sale, so feel free to negotiate with me. Shipping will be $1 for PWE, and $4 for bubble mailer, anything above $50 will include free shipping, and trades of course will be covered by both parties doing the trade. Feel free to ask any questions, or requests any photos, I will also let you know the conditions of the cards. I should be on daily reddit, so comments and DM works fine with me. Japanese modern singles(Ignore the 4 display cards in the first picture, only the cards in toploaders are for sale)(Almost all NM condition)-Prices will be 10% off of eBay sold Japanese full art trainers(Almost all NM condition)-Prices will be 10% off of eBay sold -JP Brigette Full at LP-$350 Shiny collection/amazing rares(Almost all NM condition)-Will be 10% off of eBay sold ​ Japanese vintage(Some NM, most cards have a bit of whitening on the edges and sides)-Will be 10% off of eBay sold Graded slabs (Prices will be in order)(Mixture of English and JP cards) -Vile Plume GX full art PSA 10-$315 -Lillie Full art PSA 10-$950 -Bea full art PSA 10-$225 -N Resolve full art PSA 10-$150 -Piplup CHR PSA 10-$125 -Silvally GX HR PSA 10-$135 -Single/rapid strike Urshifu PSA PSA 10-$125 for each, $230 if you buy both -Mallow Full art PSA 8-$60 -Marshadow and Machamp GX alt art PSA 9-$120 -Neo Lugia holo PSA 6-$70 -Nessa Full art PSA 9-$110 - silvally GX full art PSA 10-$180 -Cynthia Ambition full art PSA 9-$85 -Charizard and Reshiram GX HR PSA 10-$225 -Dedenne full art alt PSA 10-$200 -Charizard Radiant collection PSA 9-$50 -Mina full art PSA 10-$375 -Mimikyu CHR PSA 10-$215 -Dedenne full art alt CGC 9.5-$170 -Gardevoir and Sylveon HR PSA 10-$200 -Mimikyu CHR PSA 10-$215 -Vileplume GX full art PSA 10-$315 -Lillie full art PSA 8-$115 -Marnie signed promo PSA 10-$365 -Jirachi Tohoku pokemon center promo PSA 10-$470 -Marnie gym stamp promo PSA 10-$200 -Lucky Zapdos Chubu Gym stadium promo PSA 9-$170 -Shiny Metang CGC 9.5-$15 -Roxy full art PSA 9-$190 -Sonia full art PSA 8-$60 -N Premium Trainer collection full art PSA 9-$115 -Adamen full art PSA 9-$35 -Shiny Gardevoir evolution set(3) PSA 10-$300 for all three slabs PSA 9 Sky Splitting Charisma booster pack -$115 Japanese movie DVD sets(Both are sealed with the movies/music dvd inside, along with the promo cards) -$200 each, both $360 Japanese deck box(Mixture of sealed and open deck boxes, most will still have the deck dividers)-Price will be based on eBay's last sold WANTLIST-(Cards can be in any condition I don't care, they are mainly for my binder, Il take even damaged cards if they are part of my list) -Any Cards from SM8b Ultra Shiny GX Japanese(Mirror foil/SR etc) -Any Cards from SM12a Tag Team GX all stars(Mirror foil/SR etc) -Any Cards from S8b VMAX climax (Mirror foil/SR etc) -Japanese booster pack from BW, XY, and SM era -Japanese BW, XY, and SM era promo cards -Japanese full art trainers -Japanese Sealed -Japanese-graded slabs submitted by /u/Willy618 to r/pkmntcgtrades [link] [comments]

Pierwsze logo (15 października 1978 - 2 kwietnia 1988) Logo: Widzimy kredytową wersję Niedźwiedzia Polarnego patrzącego w górę na gwiazdę, jak widać na pokazach Nelvany z lat 1985-2004, z łukiem lub bez. Poniżej znajduje się napis „NELVANA”, „NELVANA LIMITED” lub „A NELVANA PRODUCTION”, czasem z informacjami o prawach autorskich. Wariant: Na wydruku Rock & Rule (1983) logo jest żółte , a nie niebieskie jak w wersji teatralnej. Technika: Brak. Muzyka/Dźwięki: Początkowy lub końcowy temat filmu, prawdopodobnie cisza lub prawdopodobnie końcowy temat programu. Dostępność: Pojawił się na początku lub na końcu filmów wyprodukowanych przez Nelvanę z lat 70. i 80. XX wieku, począwszy od Diabła i Daniela Mouse . Było to również widoczne w Rock & Rule , The Care Bears Movie , The Wild Puffalumps i Care Bears Movie II: A New Generation . Można go również zobaczyć w kreskówce Star Wars: Droids , serialu aktorskim The Edison Twins oraz na wydrukach wczesnych animowanych programów telewizyjnych Nelvany z początku lat 80 . z tymi postaciami z Cleveland). To było używane w tandemie z kolejnym logo do 1988 roku. Drugie logo (13 września 1986 - 1 czerwca 2001) Logo: Na czarnym tle niebieski kwadrat z czerwoną obwódką i białą gwiazdą pośrodku leci z prawego górnego rogu ekranu, stopniowo powiększając się i obracając w kierunku przeciwnym do ruchu wskazówek zegara, aby dopasować się do ekranu, podczas gdy gwiazda mnoży się, tworząc półkolisty kontur z siedmiu gwiazd. Pod półkolem widnieje napis „ NELVANA ”. Zarys gwiazdy świeci od lewej do prawej, a szczytowa gwiazda wysyła deszcz światła (który zaczyna się w kolorze neonowożółtym , potem przechodzi w neonowoniebieski ) wzdłuż środka półkola. Nazwa firmy świeci się na pomarańczowo , a deszcz światła rozwija się w lewo, zmieniając się w neonowoniebieskiego niedźwiedzia polarnego patrzącego w górę. Warianty: Istnieją wersje sfilmowane i nagrane na wideo. Krótki wariant rozpoczyna się świecącymi gwiazdami i animacją „deszcz światła”. To gra z prędkością warp na Eek! Kot przed napisami skompresowanymi lub podzielonym ekranem. Jest to spowolnione w niektórych odcinkach Babar , Przygody Tintina i Sok z żuka . Ta wersja jest bardziej powszechna. Dłuższą wersję można było zobaczyć w niektórych kinowych wydaniach tamtej epoki, w tym Babar: The Movie i Care Bears: Adventure in Wonderland . Po utworzeniu logo niedźwiedź polarny stoi na tylnych łapach przez sekundę, po czym przyjmuje swoją normalną pozycję, po czym wszystkie siedem gwiazdek znika. W zależności od filmu tło będzie albo zwykłe niebieskie (jak widać na Babar: The Movie ), albo czarne (jak widać na Troskliwych Misiach: Przygoda w Krainie Czarów ). Specjalny program telewizyjny z 1988 roku Clifford the Big Red Dog ma rzadki wariant tła gradientowego z logo obracającym się na ekranie od środka. Niektóre odcinki Troskliwych Misiów mają to skrócone. Późniejsze odcinki T i T mają logo szybko obracające się w lewo, aby odsłonić logo Qintex Entertainment (aktualne wydruki, jak widać na kanale YTV Direct na YouTube, mają ten wariant przyklejony przy szóstym logo). Na Fievel's American Tails długa wersja logo jest pokazana w prawym górnym rogu wraz z logo Amblin Television z 1991 roku w lewym górnym rogu i krótkim logo Universal Cartoon Studios z lat 1991-2006 na dole pośrodku. W Family Dog to logo jest pokazane po lewej stronie obok logo Amblin Television z 1991 roku po prawej (bez części wyłączającej). W niemieckim dubbingu animowanego programu specjalnego z 1993 roku The Incredible Crash Dummies to logo jest pokazane po lewej stronie obok logo Lamb & Company. W niektórych odcinkach Blazing Dragons to logo jest wyświetlane po lewej stronie, razem z logo programu Ellipse po prawej stronie. W odcinkach 4 sezonu Eek! Stravaganza (odcinki z Klutterem), to logo jest pokazane na podzielonym ekranie po lewej stronie obok logo Film Roman z lat 1989-1998 po prawej. Odrestaurowane wydruki HD Przygód Tintina widoczne na zagranicznych wydaniach serii Blu-ray zawierają dziwaczny wariant „spowolnionej” krótkiej wersji; tutaj obraz został skurczony do środka ekranu (prawdopodobnie efekt uboczny braku oryginalnych negatywów lub taśmy logo do przywrócenia oraz konwersji serii na panoramiczny). W promocji The Adventures of Tintin logo zostało pokazane po prawej stronie, obok logo programu Ellipse po lewej stronie. Tutaj niedźwiedź polarny i gwiazdy są białe, a tekst „NELVANA” jest zielony . Technika: Animowana w połączeniu tradycyjnej animacji celowniczej i wczesnej grafiki komputerowej. Muzyka/Dźwięki: narastający świst i dramatyczny motyw syntezatora, po którym następuje grzmot i buczenie przypominające dźwięk miecza świetlnego z Gwiezdnych Wojen , gdy zapala się „NELVANA”. W przypadku większości występów Nelvany z lat 90. odtwarzany był motyw końcowy, była cisza lub (rzadko) odtwarzany był motyw standardowy. Warianty muzyki/dźwięków: Wariant tła gradientowego wykorzystywał mistyczny migoczący dźwięk z grzmotem. Niektóre programy specjalne i programy dystrybuowane poza Ameryką Północną wykorzystywały ten wariant, chociaż oryginalne transmisje My Pet Monster miały muzykę z tej wersji odtwarzaną na standardowym logo. W grze Care Bears: Adventure in Wonderland słychać świst, dzwonki wietrzne i marzycielski motyw z syntezatora. W niektórych emisjach Babara pojawia się 4-dźwiękowy ksylofon, który odtwarza logo. W połowie ksylofonu słychać nutę fletu, która gra, dopóki logo się nie skończy. Dostępność: Niezbyt często. Tynkowanie z logo 2004 sprawiło, że nie jest już tak powszechne, ale nadal łatwo je znaleźć. Krótki wariant nadal można zobaczyć w odcinkach Little Bear z lat 1995-2001 i wczesnych odcinkach Franklin w Nick Jr., Eek! Stravaganza (za każdym razem, gdy był ponownie emitowany, zwykle w zagranicznych sieciach Disneya), wydania Fievel's American Tails on Peacock , VHS i Netflix The Magic School Bus (seria 1994) oraz wydania VHS i DVD Care Bears w wersji Nelvana . Wariant kinowy pojawia się w The Care Bears 'Adventure in Wonderland (wariant z czarnym tłem) i Babar: The Movie (wariant z fioletowym tłem). Można go również znaleźć we wszystkich odcinkach Beetlejuice (w tym w zestawie Shout! Factory) i odcinku pilotażowym Donkey Kong Country „I Spy With My Hairy Eye”. Wydruki Netflix The Adventures of Tintin zachowują to logo, podobnie jak wydania DVD tego programu z 2006 roku; w zależności od regionu, wydanie Blu-ray będzie zawierało normalny wariant „spowolniony” lub wersję zmniejszoną. Kiedy Fox Kids ponownie nadawał The Magic School Bus w latach 1998-2002, to logo zostało pominięte. Krótki wariant został zachowany w niektórych odcinkach Babar , kiedy Qubo ponownie odtwarzał serial aż do jego zamknięcia; potwierdzone odcinki, w których go wykorzystano, to „My Dinner with Rataxes” i „A Charmed Life”. Uwaga końcowa: większość programów miała to logo do 1997 r. (po użyciu w tandemie z trzecim logo poniżej), kiedy to przełączono na następne logo. Jednak mimo że logo zostało wycofane w 1996 roku, Little Bear nadal używał go do końca w 2001 roku, a wcześniejsze odcinki Franklina używały tego logo od debiutu w 1997 roku, aż do 1999 roku. Trzecie logo (2 grudnia 1995 - 30 lipca 2005) Logo: Na kosmicznym tle pojawia się błysk światła, gdy logo firmy pojawia się w CGI na tle, które wygląda podobnie do pierwszego logo, z pewnymi wyjątkami: siedmiogwiazdkowe półkole ma niebieski chromowany kontur, podobnie jak niedźwiedź polarny i tekst „NELVANA”. Wielobarwna kometa leci z prawej strony, a gdy mija gwiazdę szczytową i drugą gwiazdę po lewej stronie w półkolu, każda gwiazda zapala się. Warianty: W Cardcaptors: The Movie istnieje rozszerzona wersja, w której występuje bardziej opóźnione pomniejszenie, kończące się animacją logo do tyłu, ale bez animacji komety. Istnieje jeszcze krótsza wersja logo, zaczynająca się od momentu, gdy kometa leci z prawej strony. Czasami jest to odtwarzane w zwolnionym/opóźnionym tempie. Niektóre odcinki Donkey Kong Country mają nieruchome ujęcie tego logo. Począwszy od 2002 roku, dodano napis „Nelvana is a C O r U s Entertainment Company” (z napisem „ C O r U s ” napisanym czcionką firmową), a animacja logo została przesunięta w górę z pomniejszenia. W programach, które Nelvana dystrybuowała na arenie międzynarodowej, słowa „Distributed By” i „INTERNATIONAL” (lub bardzo rzadko „International”) w postaci chironu pojawiają się odpowiednio nad i pod logo. Począwszy od 2002 r., logo jest nieco bardziej oddalane (z dodanym czarnym tłem z tyłu, na co wskazuje lampa błyskowa pojawiająca się tylko na środku), aby zmieścić się w tytule „Nelvana is a C O r U s Entertainment Company” na dole. Począwszy od 1997 r. URL „www.nelvana.com” był czasami dodawany pod lub nad logo. Istnieje wariant teatralny, w którym pięcioramienna gwiazda miga w oddali na znacznie czystszym polu gwiazd, a logo Nelvany (które wygląda bardziej metalicznie, a gwiazdy wokół łuku nigdy nie są tak widoczne), które jest odwrócone na bok, leci w kierunku ekranu i obraca się pionowo. Wariant animacji niedźwiedzia polarnego z trzeciego logo (który stoi przez chwilę na tylnych łapach) jest odtwarzany, gdy ten odwraca się w naszą stronę. Logo na końcu trochę się błyszczy. Wersja kredytowa pojawiła się w Tales From the Crypt w ostatnim odcinku (i jedynym animowanym), „The Third Pig”. Pojawia się również w serii Pippi Longstocking z 1997 roku z logo AB Svensk Filmindustri) , TaurusFilm i TFC Trickompany Filmproduktion GmbH. W japońskim dubbingu Donkey Kong Country wersja bez wiersza pojawia się w napisach i jest animowana w niestandardowym motywie końcowym. Technika: animacja CGI. Muzyka/dźwięki: końcowy motyw programu, ogólny motyw CBS lub cisza. Począwszy od 2002 roku można było usłyszeć kompozycję firmy Animated Audio z Toronto: rozlega się dźwięk „WHOOSH”, po którym następuje nawiedzony dźwięk dzwonka, a następnie drugi „WHOOSH”. Czasami używano tylko pierwszego „WHOOSH” lub wycinano ostatnie „WHOOSH”. Było to używane głównie w rozszerzonym wariancie logo, ale trzeci wariant był również używany w standardowej długiej wersji podczas emisji Pelswick przez Nicktoons w 2004 roku . Warianty muzyki/dźwięków: W zwiastunie filmu Care Bears: Journey to Joke-a-lot słyszymy dźwięk przypominający spadającą gwiazdę przelatującą w czasie wraz z lecącą kometą. Wersja użyta tutaj to ta, która zaczyna się od przelatującej komety. Dostępność: Rzadki, ponownie, ze względu na otynkowanie z logo 2004, ale nadal łatwo go znaleźć. Po raz pierwszy widziany w Niekończąca się opowieść: animowane przygody Bastiana Balthazara Buxa . To logo jest często widoczne na kanale YouTube Retro Rerun Nelvany. Można to zobaczyć między innymi w drugim sezonie Cyberchase , Rolie Polie Olie , pierwszych dwóch sezonach Maxa i Ruby , odcinkach Franklina po 1999 roku . Znajduje się również w ich angielskim dubbingu anime Cardcaptor Sakura , znanym początkowo jako Cardcaptors w tych regionach, a także w All New Tales from the Cryptkeeper . Był również widziany na Braceface , ostatnio widziany na Disney Channel i ABC Family (obecnie Freeform ) w USA. Beyblade G-Revolution zachowało to logo do końca w 2005 roku. Na Tubi odcinek Braceface „Up in Smoke” zachowuje tytuł Corus Entertainment. Było to również widoczne, gdy Nickelodeon przez krótki czas emitował My Dad the Rock Star w 2005 roku, ale emisje Nicktoons i obecne wydruki mają zamiast tego piąte logo. Jest to zachowane na aktualnych wydrukach serialu animowanego Ace Ventura , w tym na oficjalnych przesłanych filmach Morgan Creek i kiedy Tubi transmitował serial. Wariant teatralny był widziany tylko w dwóch filmach; Pippi Pończoszanka z 1997 roku i Babar: Król słoni z 1999 roku . Wariant „INTERNATIONAL” pojawia się na międzynarodowych grafikach pierwszych czterech sezonów The Fairly OddParents oraz na międzynarodowych grafikach Tiana . 4. Logo (2001-2004) Logo: Na białym tle widzimy półkola z siedmioma gwiazdkami, niedźwiedzia polarnego i napis „ NELVANA ” jak z poprzedniego logo, ale z ciemnoniebieskim konturem. Pod napisem „NELVANA” znajduje się adres URL „www.nelvana.com”, a pod nim napis „ A CORUS™ Entertainment Company ”. Czasami tytuł będzie zamiast tego stylizowany na „A CORUS Entertainment Company” bez kursywy). Technika: Brak. Muzyka/dźwięki: Brak. W innych przypadkach motyw końcowy programu lub ogólny motyw sieciowy. Dostępność: Rzadko. To było używane jako alternatywne logo w tandemie z poprzednim w latach 2001-2004. W pierwszych programach pojawia się to w pierwszym sezonie Cyberchase i późniejszych odcinkach Maggie and the Ferocious Beast (powtórki Nicka Jr. zachowały logo w stanie nienaruszonym, ale na późniejszych wydrukach, takich jak wydruki DVD i emisje w Qubo , to logo zostało otynkowane z kolejnym). Pojawia się również na niektórych międzynarodowych drukach The Fairly OddParents . Jednym z przykładów jest odcinek „Boy Toy” / „Inspection Detection” z brytyjskiego wydania DVD „Boys in the Band” (pozostałe odcinki wykorzystują wariant „INTERNATIONAL” poprzedniego logo). Wersja z normalną czcionką w tytule pojawiła się w grze Beyblade V-Force na Game Boy Advance . Piąte logo (7 września 2004-) Logo: Na czarnym tle widoczny jest tekst „ NELVANA ” z dopiskiem pod nim. Następnie biały niedźwiedź polarny leci na ekran od środka po lewej stronie, a następnie zatrzymuje się na tekście. Uderza gwiazdą w ekran, który migocze, a biała mgiełka światła tworzy się i rozprasza za logo. Logo wygląda podobnie do logo kredytowego sprzed 1985 r., Ale ma tylko jedną gwiazdkę. Bylines: Wariant oryginalny, 2004-: Ze względu na „rozwój” spółki macierzystej Corus Entertainment Inc. . 2006?-: W tytule widnieje napis „ A CORUS™ ENTERTAINMENT COMPANY ”, wszystko pisane wielkimi literami i tą samą czcionką, co alternatywne logo z 2003 roku. Warianty: Bardziej powszechny wariant zaczyna się od niedźwiedzia polarnego, który jest już w tekście i uderza w gwiazdę. Podczas pierwszego pojawienia się tego logo nie było widać zamglenia dla „Inc”. wariant byline. Logo „ CORUS ENTERTAINMENT ” ma również wariant bez zamglenia, widoczny w programach takich jak Scaredy Squirrel . Istnieje wariant z napisem „ PRODUKCJA NELVANY ” nad niedźwiedziem polarnym, bez zamglenia. W Handy Manny i niektórych programach pokazana jest mgła. Istnieje niestandardowa wersja, w której niedźwiedź polarny zostaje pokryty śluzem (A la Nickelodeon Slime), co powoduje zniekształcenie niedźwiedzia polarnego i tekstu „NELVANA”, nagłówek zostaje zasłonięty przez śluz, a gwiazda obraca się wokół przed kapaniem szlam. Ten wariant był widziany w międzynarodowych i Qubo emisjach Grossology i nie pokazano zamglenia. Istnieje wariant, w którym „ INTERNATIONAL ” w zaokrąglonym prostokącie jest wciśnięte między nazwę firmy a tytuł. Nałożoną wersję tego wariantu można znaleźć w napisach końcowych do Franklin and the Turtle Lake Treasure . Istnieje nieruchoma wersja logo, którą można było zobaczyć w oryginalnych amerykańskich emisjach Grossology w Discovery Kids / The Hub (obecnie Discovery Family). Na aktualnych wydrukach pierwszego odcinka Committed widać niezwykle rzadką nieruchomą wersję bez gwiazdy. Niektóre powtórki Corduroy mają logo rozpoczynające się po uderzeniu gwiazdy. Jest nałożony wariant z napisem „ Dystrybucja przez Nelvana Enterprises Inc. ” nad nim. Nie widać zamglenia. Ten wariant był widziany w sezonie 3 Max & Ruby i dzieli ekran z logo Treehouse . W Handy Manny nad logo znajduje się napis „ A NELVANA PRODUCTION ”, z wyjątkiem napisu z 2004 r., który jest widoczny pod logo. Na My Friend Rabbit logo nieco się zatrzymuje, gdy niedźwiedź polarny nie uderza dokładnie w gwiazdę, gdy jest widziany po raz pierwszy; potem animacja jest wyświetlana jak zwykle. Widoczny jest również podpis z 2004 roku. Począwszy od sezonu 5 Cyberchase , logo zaczyna się, gdy niedźwiedź polarny idzie do przodu zaraz po wskoczeniu na logo. W grze Game Boy Advance Beyblade G-Revolution niedźwiedź jest umieszczony po lewej stronie logo, a poniżej znajduje się tabliczka „INTERNATIONAL”. Inna gra, Bakugan: Rise of the Resistance , pokazuje logo zaznaczone na biało. Czasami logo jest pozbawione linii. Istnieje wariant, w którym słowo „ CYFROWY ” jest dodawane pod powyższym tekstem, a pod nim pojawia się tytuł. Czasami byline 2004 jest w kolorze szarym. W Life with Boys logo ma płynniejszą animację, ale nie ma zamglenia. W niektórych programach pojawia się wersja kredytowa. W sezonie 1 Horrid Henry napis „ IN ASSOCIATION WITH ” znajduje się nad logo. Istnieje dziwnie sfilmowany wariant pełnego logo, który został zauważony na polskiej 35-milimetrowej odbitce Franklin and the Turtle Lake Treasure . Podczas emisji Wayside przez Nickelodeon / Nicktoons Network logo jest przesunięte w górę. Na Wishfart tekst „Produced in Association with” jest widoczny w lewym górnym rogu logo, a kiedy niedźwiedź polarny uderza w gwiazdę, wychodzi z niej tęcza. Powiększa się na ekranie, przechodząc do logo Bejuba Entertainment . Nie widać zamglenia. Na Lucky Duck do logo przechodzi bąbelek. Nie widać zamglenia. Na końcu zwiastuna gry Care Bears: Journey to Joke-a-lot znajduje się bardzo krótka wersja, która zaczyna się, gdy mgła znika. Na zwiastunie nieudanego serialu Formula RC (który można znaleźć na koncie Vimeo firmy Pipeline Studios) niedźwiedź polarny nosi cybernetyczne okulary. Po uderzeniu w gwiazdę uspokaja się, gdy gwiazda zmienia kolor na czerwony, żółty i zielony. „N” zachowują się jak opony samochodowe, a potem niedźwiedź polarny odjeżdża, gdy gwiazda się obraca. Na Channel 5 „ Milkshake! ” emitowanych przez pierwsze dwa sezony Miss Spider's Sunny Patch Friends , logo Nelvana jest widoczne w lewym górnym rogu, logo Absolute Digital Pictures jest widoczne w prawym górnym rogu, logo Callaway Arts & Entertainment jest widoczne w lewym dolnym rogu, a logo Teletoon „Oval Smile” jest widoczne w prawym dolnym rogu. Wszystkie loga znajdują się na czarnym tle. Poza tym logo są nadal. Na kanale 5 „Milkshake!” emisje trzeciego i ostatniego sezonu wspomnianego programu, są takie same jak w pierwszych dwóch sezonach, z tym wyjątkiem, że logo Teletoon „Oval Smile” w prawym dolnym rogu zostało zastąpione logo Treehouse z 1999 roku. Technika: Połączenie animacji komputerowej i grafiki komputerowej 2D. Muzyka/dźwięki: Zazwyczaj odtwarzany jest motyw końcowy programu lub ogólny motyw sieciowy, ale czasami to logo ma własną muzykę, fajny 3-dźwiękowy motyw gitary skomponowany przez Neila Parfitta, z dingiem i dzieckiem śmiejącym się w kierunku kończyć się. Warianty muzyki/dźwięków: Programy z logo z 1985 roku mogą wykorzystywać dramatyczny motyw syntezatora lub mistyczny motyw migotania zamiast normalnej muzyki. Pojawia się to na nowszych wydrukach T i T oraz My Pet Monster . W wariancie Grossology słychać pierwsze dwie nuty motywu gitarowego, ale przerywa je dźwięk rozpryskującego się i kapiącego szlamu. W niektórych przypadkach logo milczy. W przypadku wariantu trailera Troskliwe Misie: Journey to Joke-a-lot słyszymy wariant dźwiękowy trzeciego logo. Czasami śmiech dziecka nie jest słyszalny. W Przygodach Chucka i Przyjaciół muzyka jest przyspieszona bez śmiechu. W The Stanley Dynamic i Bubble Guppies ostatnia część muzyki gra bez śmiechu. W ostatnim odcinku programu „The Arctic Life!” Słyszymy tę muzykę wraz z zakończeniem piosenki „This is the Arctic Life”. W Spliced ​​jest to standardowe brzmienie „Sound Ideas, BIRD, ROOSTER – MORNING CALL, ANIMAL 01”, użyte w piosence przewodniej serialu. To często ma więcej dźwięków (kwakanie kaczki, kichanie osoby itp.) W każdym odcinku programu. Na przyczepie Formuły RC słychać było odgłosy jazdy. Na DVD Max & Ruby z 2006 roku „Max's Chocolate Chicken” (wydanym przez Treehouse i Kaboom! Entertainment) muzyka brzmi nieco inaczej, a na końcu jest inny, radośniejszy śmiech. (podobny do śmiechu Caillou). W zwiastunie promocyjnym Sidekick męski głos mówi „Sidekick!”. W niektórych odcinkach Mike the Knight śmiech dziecka nie jest słyszalny, ponieważ muzyka składa się z ponurej, „odparowującej” głębokiej nuty syntezatora, ustawionej w tym samym akordzie, co normalna fanfara. Dostępność: bardzo powszechna. To logo jest używane głównie do tynkowania starszych logo Nelvany. Jest obecnie używany w tandemie z ósmym logo. Zadebiutował w Miss Spider's Sunny Patch Friends , a ostatnio pojawił się w drugim sezonie Ranger Rob . Programy Nelvany z tamtych czasów, takie jak The Backyardigans , Grossology , kiedy ostatnio widziano je w Hub Network (obecnie Discovery Family), Babar and the Adventures of Badou , Handy Manny w Disney Junior (dawniej Playhouse Disney ), Wayside i wiele innych będzie miało to logo . W niektórych programach pojawia się wariant kredytowy. Był również używany jako de facto logo domowego wideo. Logo bez napisów pojawia się w koprodukcjach Studia B, w tym Being Ian i Class of the Titans . Wariant „IN ASSOCIATION WITH” pojawia się w niektórych odcinkach pierwszego sezonu Horrid Henry na całym świecie ( w emisjach CITV wykorzystano wersję kredytową). Jest również używany na odbitkach Nicktoons z tych odcinków. Nałożony wariant pojawił się w sezonie 3 Maxa i Ruby , ponieważ firma nigdy nie była tak bardzo zaangażowana w produkcję serialu wraz z sezonami 4-5, ale w szóstym sezonie użyto zwykłej wersji tego logo, biorąc pod uwagę, że firma wzrosła ich zaangażowanie w rzeczywistą produkcję po tym, jak Silver Lining Entertainment i Chorion zamknęły swoje podwoje w 2012 roku, a Atomic Cartoons była dodatkowo koproducentem. Jest to częściej używane do przyklejania starszych logo Nelvany, głównie na płytach DVD lub w cyfrowej transmisji strumieniowej. Jest również przyczepiony do wydruków materiałów Nelvany po 2005 roku, takich jak Babar on Qubo, Bob and Margaret on Showtime Women, wydanie My Pet Monster na DVD KaBoom Entertainment , wydania DVD Tales from the Cryptkeeper , obecnie wycofane DVD Funimation z WildC.ATS i Shout! Fabryczne wydania DVD Przygód Tintina . Umieszcza trzecie logo na pudełku DVD The Magic School Bus: The Complete Series , wydanym w 2012 roku; wszystkie odcinki w pudełku mają naklejone logo, z wyjątkiem „Wzlotów i upadków”, w którym zachowano trzecie logo. Pojawia się również na końcu ostatnich wydruków A Cosmic Christmas , po logo Viacom „V of Doom”. Można go również zobaczyć w wydanych w 2014 roku drukowanych odcinkach serii Care Bears z 1986 roku na YouTube. Przesyłane programy Nelvany na kanały YouTube „YTV Direct” (który pierwotnie nazywał się „Nelvana Retro”) i „Treehouse Direct” mają zwykle to logo naklejone na poprzednie, czasami z dziwnymi wynikami (pierwszy odcinek T i T ma krótką wersję kończącą się przed muzyką z logo z 1985 roku; wszystkie inne odcinki mają długą wersję do zsynchronizowania z muzyką). Pojawia się również na wielu wydaniach DVD programów Nelvany na terytoriach międzynarodowych, takich jak The Fairly OddParents (jednym z przykładów jest DVD „Superhero Spectacle”). Kiedy Nicktoons Network nadawał My Dad the Rock Star od końca 2005 do początku 2008 roku, pojawiło się trzecie logo, podobnie jak wydania Tubi i DVD programu. Po debiucie nowego i obecnego logo, logo to było używane w pierwszym sezonie Ranger Rob , sezonie 6 Max & Ruby oraz The ZhuZhus (wcześniej znany jako Polly and the Zhu Zhu Pets ). Wariant Grossology niespodziewanie pojawił się w promocji Captain Flamingo . Wariant standardowy pojawia się również na kanadyjskich płytach DVD z materiałami, do których Nelvana nabyła prawa do kanadyjskich płyt DVD, takich jak między innymi The Octonauts , In the Night Garden . Obecnie to logo jest nadal używane w połączeniu z siódmym logo. 6. logo (2004-11 lutego 2013) Logo: Na rozgwieżdżonym tle, na którym poruszają się gwiazdy, widoczny jest wcześniejszy niedźwiedź polarny z napisem „ NELVANA ” również tą samą czcionką co poprzednio. Spadająca gwiazda pojawia się z lewej dolnej części ekranu i przechodzi obok niedźwiedzia polarnego, pozostawiając błyszczącą gwiazdę, która okazuje się być tą z poprzedniego logo. Podczas tego wszystkiego poniżej widnieje napis „ A CORUS™ ENTERTAINMENT COMPANY ”. Logo przypomina trzecie logo. Warianty: Istnieje rozszerzona wersja, która animuje podobnie jak rozszerzona wersja trzeciego logo, ale wygląda taniej iz tekstem przesuwającym się na miejsce. Nadal istnieje wersja kredytowa z niedźwiedziem i gwiazdą przesuniętymi nieco w lewo. Technika: animacja komputerowa 2D. Muzyka/dźwięki: takie same jak w przypadku trzeciego logo. W niektórych przypadkach może to być motyw końcowy programu. Dostępność: Bardzo rzadko. To logo było niedawnym odkryciem i pojawiło się na niewielkiej liczbie wydań Nelvany dystrybuowanych przez Funimation Entertainment . Do tej pory to logo pojawiło się na wydaniu DVD Braceface: Turning 13 z 2005 roku pod względem umieszczenia trzeciego logo i było de facto używane jako logo domowego wideo na kompilacji DVD Nelvana's Friendship Collection: Making New Friends z 2004 roku oraz wydania VHS i DVD Beyblade G-Revolution: Beginning of the End z 2004 roku? . Obecnie nie wiadomo, czy było to w innych domowych wydaniach medialnych Nelvany. Wersję kredytową można znaleźć w sezonach 4-5 Max & Ruby . 7. logo (25 czerwca 2017-) Logo: Na niebieskim tle widzimy niedźwiedzia polarnego w kolorze niebieskim z białą obwódką i nowym tekstem „ nelvana ” napisanym czcionką logo Corus Entertainment 2016 , w kolorze białym. Gwiazda znajduje się na dole misia, podskakuje i obraca się, po czym ląduje. Niedźwiedź polarny uderza w nią, powodując odwrócenie kolorów. Następnie tekst na dole pośrodku niedźwiedzia polarnego zmieni kolor z białego na niebieski . Tuż obok nazwy firmy, na samym dole, pojawia się mały, zarejestrowany znak towarowy. Warianty: Istnieją krótsze i nieruchome wersje, z tytułem Corus lub bez. Istnieje wersja kredytowa. W kanadyjskim francuskim dubbingu odcinków 7 sezonu Max & Ruby (i prawdopodobnie innych), francuska wersja ma tytuł przetłumaczony jako „Une compagnie de Corus”. W sezonie 2 The Hardy Boys logo jest mniejsze i zawiera tekst „IN ASSOCIATION WITH” powyżej. Technika: animacja komputerowa 2D. Muzyka/dźwięki: 13-dźwiękowa melodia z syntezatora lub motyw kończący program; lub żaden. Warianty muzyki/dźwięków: Na powitalnym wstępie oficjalnego kanału Nelvany na YouTube (Nelvana Digital Network) melodia jest zmieniona i ma 11 nut. Na Bravest Warriors senna melodia syntezatora jest zsynchronizowana z logo Corus. Dostępność: aktualna. Po raz pierwszy widziany na ich stronie internetowej i miał swój oficjalny debiut w Hotel Transylvania: The Series . Pojawia się również w nowszych programach telewizyjnych firmy, takich jak Bravest Warriors , Mysticons , Go Away Unicorn! , Corn & Peg , Agent Binky: Pets of the Universe , The Dog & Pony Show , Ollie's Pack , Thomas & Friends: All Engines Go, a także inne programy. Pełne logo po raz pierwszy pojawiło się w Zhu's News - Pumped Up Zhus , Emojitown. który można zobaczyć na oficjalnym kanale YouTube YTV. 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My mom reminded me this weekend about this childhood malicious compliance. One day when I was in elementary school many years ago we were given an assignment to create a contraption that would protect an egg from a drop. My school had 4 stories and the higher a drop it could sustain the better you were judged. After reading the assignment I realized that although creativity in design was encouraged, it wasn’t explicitly required. I can only describe my design as a monstrosity of bubble wrap, styrofoam popcorn and a collection of boxes that would rival amazon’s. I showed up at school with my design and my teacher immediately questioned it. I don’t remember exactly what I said but it was something along the lines of I followed the rules. This story has become a cherished memory of mine because apparently when they followed up with my mom to encourage her to review complying with the spirit of things her reaction was to tell them that my ingenuity was impressive to her, not a teaching moment. Thanks Mom! submitted by /u/buriedbythesound to r/MaliciousCompliance [link] [comments]