#na.

u ever love somebody so freaking much u avoided them.

cause that was me when wkorea released riize ;( until now i have yet to see their pictures shahwhawjdewd.... idk if it makes sense </3

i just love sungchan so much like. ok wait im checking now,,

HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK? IM GOING TO DEACTIVATE WHATT HE FUCKKK OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG WTF

HIS ARMS HEOL.... OH MY GODDD WTF.

NAME: Jasper Moon GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Man/ He/him AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 34 years old / June 9th HOMETOWN: Great Falls, MT TIME IN GREAT FALLS: 34 years RESIDENCE: East End OCCUPATION: Front office attendant at Great Falls High School

BACKSTORY —

No one hates Great Falls more than Jasper Moon. A place like this was never one where he would thrive like his grandparents had when they bought a small patch of land and started farming it. It was their own self-sustaining paradise with a few cows, some goats, some chickens. Enough to get by on their own and make a good life for their only child.

But Jasper's dad sold the land to the Wards for a pretty penny almost as soon as he inherited it. Which was fine--Jasper was never going to be cut out to take it over when his parents' left it to him. Especially not after an incident involving a four year old Jasper and three angry chickens that left him traumatized and a little afraid of those asshole birds. Rather than taking their money and moving literally anywhere else in the country, the Moon family set up in a Forest Hills McMansion and doomed Jasper to spend the rest of his adolescence in this hellish small town. Simply put, Jasper was a dork in high school. He always leaned more towards the effeminate side, certainly compared to the kids who grew up working on their parents ranches. He didn't look or dress like the other kids, didn't have anything in common with most of the student body. It made him an easy target for overzealous bullies and kids who loved to spout their own parents' bigotry in his face.

Jasper spent high school more or less keeping to himself and his small circle of fellow outcasts. He always thought he'd take off as soon as he graduated, find an out of state college and thrive in a city somewhere far away from Great Falls. But elementary school gifted programs, fighting for his life to survive middle school, and a streak of teenage rebellion worked their magic to breed in him a world class under achiever. So, all that came after high school was a community college degree in office administration.

Fifteen years later, Jasper is not only still in Great Falls, but he's still stuck in high school as an office attendant, which means he's really just a secretary. A glorified babysitter for kids waiting for the principal to pass down whatever punishment they've earned. It's a particular kind of hell that he is just a little too lazy to escape.

#NarutoWeek2020 / Day 2: Konohagakure

1) C’est une image parmi d’autres et pas une partie de la preview du premier épisode mais je suis presque sûre que ce moment arrive après l’évolution de Pichu en Pikachu (ce serait très mignon en tout cas !) :

2) Pendant le résumé de la rencontre entre Satoshi et Pikachu, la musique de l’apparition de Pikachu m’a rappelé que ce ne serait plus Shinji Miyazaki qui s’occuperait des musiques de la nouvelle série et ça m’a re-rendue triste ;_;. (Et maintenant je l’écoute en boucle en écrivant >.<.) Mais j’ai été très contente de voir que Junichi Masuda s’occupera de l’ending ! (Et je suis encore plus impatiente qu’avant de savoir qui le chantera, peut-être un personnage de la série ?!)

3) J’adore toutes les images hors-premier-épisode-avec-Pichu de la prochaine série et je crois que j’aime déjà Gô (et Wanpachi !) ♥

(J’attends avec impatience des gifs animés de cette scène aussi. Et le t-shirt Pikachu hiiii ! Il ressemble à celui d’Ultra-Lune et Ultra-Soleil~ ♥.)

4) L'échange “― On va peut-être revoir Jirachi ! ― Il ne  se réveille que tous les mille ans” ha ha ha XD. (Elle était très facile celle-là mais je ne m’y attendais pas !) (Mais on a revu Jirachi depuis son film donc ce n’est pas impossible !)

5) J’adore les énigmes ! C’est tout à fait mon genre, j’ai hâte de voir les prochaines !! (J’ai trouvé la deuxième pendant qu’ils commençaient à donner la réponse, ha ha -_-”. Mais maintenant que je sais comment elles fonctionnent, je suis prête à les affronter !!)

NAME: Brody Callahun GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Man / He/Him/They AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 35 years old / December 23rd HOMETOWN: Great Falls, MT TIME IN GREAT FALLS: Previously 18 years, recently returned RESIDENCE: Downtown OCCUPATION: Tattoo Artist at Altered Ink

BACKSTORY —

Brody Callahun was born in Great Falls, MT to a construction worker and bakery owner. The Callahun family were known around town because of his mother’s bakery being the best in the town. The two parents were also life residents who went to Forest Hills High School – were prom king and queen, football star and lead cheerleader. Yes, that kind of couple. They had such high hopes for Brody to follow in their ‘popularity’ footsteps, but boy where they wrong.

From a young age the boy showed interest in the arts, in coloring, in painting; in creating everything and anything he could with pen and paper. His father saw this and instantly didn’t take to it. Instead Brody was forced into biddy basketball and t-ball. Unfortunately for the father, his son did not do well in the sports and the coaches advised Brody to not be on the teams. Because of this, Mr. Callahun pretty much looked down on his son. That’s when he and his wife tried for another child – and it was another boy. Maddox Callahun was born and it was as if Brody never existed.

He didn’t do any better in school. Brody was the student sitting in the back who didn’t talk to anyone, who always had a notepad and grew in it during class. He often wore a black zip-up jacket with the hood up. Because of this, and because Brody was very skinny and frail looking, he was picked on. This wasn’t a ha-ha once in a while being made fun of, no this was constant bullying to where Brody would sometimes end up at the nurse’s station to fake an illness to get out of school. Of course, his parents didn’t really pay any mind and would tell him to stay in school. Brody kept telling himself it was just high school and once he was out he’d never have to see his classmates again. He was going to move out of Great Falls, hell he was going to move out of state and start a new life.

That plan was fast forwarded before he graduated. This was due to the football players ganging up on him the day before prom. They found out Brody was going to prom with someone a player wanted to go with, and they jumped him leaving him on the ground bleeding from the nose, a busted lip, a few broken ribs, and a sprained ankle. As Brody was recovering in the hospital, the poor boy broke into the supply cabinet finding anything he can to try and end his life. He couldn’t, so instead he tied the blankets together and tried hanging himself. The nurse came in just in time and got him down.

While the hospital recommended the boy going to a psychiatric ward, Brody’s parents instead talked them out of it saying they would ‘handle it’. Their ‘handling it’ was shipping Brody off to Chicago with his uncle.

There the boy was at 18, no high school degree, standing alone at an airport in Chicago. His uncle was there to pick him up, an annoyed glare being sent his way. Brody ran. Brody ran off and promised himself he was going to whatever he could to make a life for himself no matter what it took.

Homeless, Brody got a job at a small and private owned gym as the front desk clerk. He liked the job and almost felt as if he was connecting with the members. Brody would smile, greet them as they entered and when they left. And after a while the owner allowed Brody to use the equipment. Soon enough the boy was able to get a studio apartment. He also attended classes to get his G.E.D. all while working countless hours at the gym.

The gym was practically his home and he owed management for allowing him to work there. The smell of the rubber mats, the sounds of dropped barbells, the whirling from the treadmills – it was all comforting for Brody.

By the time Brody was 20 he had bulked up pretty significantly. At this point he was catching a few eyes from trainers wanting to know his secret and what he was actively doing. While they watched him, one bold trainer approached Brody with an offer; train in boxing, make good money. Knowing he had nothing else to do, Brody agreed.

Brody did his first game a little after he turned 21 – and won. He was able to gain 10k in his first game with only an inch cut on his cheekbone. The thrill of it all was addicting and Brody continued. With the money Brody bought a tattoo gun and began practicing. Becoming a tattoo artist was always a dream for him and it seemed like it was finally time.

Fast forward to present day and Brody found himself living in Great Falls once again. It was the absolute last place he wanted to be saying he would rather willingly jump into an active volcano than return to his own personal hell. But his father passed away leaving an estate to be handled and a mother who was disabled and needed care. Of course his younger brother Maddox refused to do it so Brody did it knowing there wasn’t much time left with his mother.

NAME: Marin Manrayar GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman / She/Her AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 27 years old / September 1st HOMETOWN: Seattle, WA TIME IN GREAT FALLS: 4 years RESIDENCE: Downtown OCCUPATION: Owner and baker at The Sweet Spot

BACKSTORY —

From a distance, the Manrayar family seemed to have figured it out  – Devin and Arun dedicated their lives to providing the best for their three daughters, were involved in their community, and generally managed to put up a good front at the very least. Their youngest, Hadley, was a soccer star from the moment she learned how to walk. Trophy after trophy lined the walls of her childhood bedroom, setting the foundation for what turned out to be a tremendously successful career in the sport – One that led her to a position on the US Women’s National Soccer Team. Naya, their middle child, sought a different career path but still earned the same pride from her parents. From childhood it was clear that Naya would end up in a white coat – Her recent graduation from medical school has made that a reality, now that she’s begun her medical residency. Unfortunately, the oldest of the Manrayar children is a far different story, despite her parent’s chagrin. As the oldest of the three, the pressure to set a proper example and ‘lead the way’ for her younger sisters has always sat firmly on Marin’s shoulders. Where her sister’s found their way early on in life, Marin wandered aimlessly without a place to land. Each attempt at finding a direction was met with failure and disappointment, and a reminder from her parents that she wasn’t living up to the unreachable expectations they created for her. 

A label of being a failure was given swiftly, straining Marin’s relationship with her parents – as well as her sisters – quickly. While she never excelled at the cello or ballet, it came as a surprise to no one that teenage rebellion suited her well. The way Marin saw it – If her parents decided she was a bad kid, why not lean into it? What started as a way to piss them off became an unexpected solace for her, finding comfort in making her own choices rather than choosing from the selection she was given. A certain freedom came from doing whatever the hell she wanted and damning the consequences – Even if the latter ended in a black eye, arrest, or suspension. This became the norm for Marin as she grew up: She’d come home in the back of a cop car or get called into the principal's office, her parents would reprimand her actions and attempt to clean up her mess – Wash, rinse, repeat. 

Being uprooted and sent to Montana was something Marin hadn’t seen coming, but should have expected. Part of her knew her luck would eventually run out, though she imagined it would be in a much less ‘cliche Hallmark Movie’ kind of way. Her grandparent’s home in Great Falls was where her parents shipped Marin and her sisters off to each summer, and by their logic, it would hopefully bring the ‘reform’ they desperately sought for their daughter. All it did was give the same behavior a new setting, along with a new sort of resentment for the family that put her there. Great Falls wasn’t exactly the first place Marin would have picked – She didn’t really like Montana, and missed the city. (Though, the lack of rain did wonders for her hair.) Eventually, she settled in, with a strange sense of belonging washing over her. She found new friends with the same penchant for trouble, though now it included rodeo grounds and riding trails rather than taking a ferry or going downtown. 

 Her Nani had no interest in whatever bullshit Marin had up her sleeve, so she put her to work at the Sweet Spot in an attempt to keep her granddaughter in line without constantly scolding her. She hoped that doing more than just reminding Marin of her shortcomings would have a better outcome than the methods her son used to parent – That her granddaughter would find pride in working hard and having something to call her own. While a job at the bakery didn’t keep Marin on the straight and narrow, it certainly brought her and her grandmother closer – Creating an unexpected bond between the two women. Saira Manrayar put her blood, sweat and tears into The Sweet Spot, and she was more than happy to pass those skills onto her granddaughter. She taught Marin everything she knew, the two finding a close bond through their mutual love of baking. While Great Falls wasn’t somewhere Marin wanted to be, her time with her Nani was certainly the best part of it. 

A year and a half after the initial move, Marin is eighteen and has a high school diploma in her hands – She ultimately decides to return to Seattle rather than remain in Montana, despite her grandmother’s requests. Once in Washington, she doesn’t bother seeking out her family. She’s barely spoken to anyone in her family in the last year and a half, and has no interest in trying to mend fences – Her parents gave up on her years ago, and her sisters seem happy to follow suit. Instead, she reconnects with old friends and finds a place to crash until she can save up enough to get her own apartment. College isn’t something she had any interest in, so she settles for picking up any job that can pay the bills. That lands her in the kitchen of a struggling restaurant in downtown Seattle, hoping all that Nani taught her will be enough to keep her afloat. (She learns very quickly that baking and cooking are two very different things.) The return home makes for a return to her old haunts, settling back into her old ways with far too much ease. There’s no long term plan, nor any idea what her future will look like – Just what comes day to day, and the feeling that she’ll never really settle somewhere. 

This goes on for years – Dead end jobs, dead end relationships, an arrest record that would have her mother’s hair graying prematurely. The only consistency in her life seems to be the inconsistency of it all – Marin had hoped her life would look much different, rather than being a string of bad habits she can’t seem to shake. It’s almost like an autopilot to her, like she’s stuck in a lamer version of Groundhog’s Day. 

What breaks her of the cycle is nothing short of a tragedy: The death of her grandma. Marin had known the woman was sick, but didn’t realize the severity of the situation until it was too late. Guilt found her easily, seeping into her bones as she wished she’d been there and done more – That she had a chance to tell Nani just how much she’d meant to her. Instead, Marin’s left with her grandmother’s will, one that leaves just about everything the woman owned – Including The Sweet Spot – to her. Nothing to her father, nothing to her sisters – Just to Marin, and Marin alone. It’s a shock, to say the least, one that’s met with the question: What the fuck, Nani? Sure, she knows the basics when it comes to baking, but she has no idea how to run a business – Nor has she ever had a desire to. 

Yet, Marin finds herself returning to Great Falls. She doesn’t want to leave Seattle, but feels an obligation to her late grandmother – The woman always believed there was more to Marin than even she herself ever saw, the least she can do is honor Nani’s memory by trying. Though she had no clue what she was doing, Marin took this chance for what it was: A reason to drop everything, leave her old life, and start over entirely. Maybe Nani had the right idea. 

The first year is nothing short of a shit show, leaving Marin wishing she had just sold everything, taken the money and left. It’s abundantly clear from day one that she, the twenty-three year old with no experience, was so out of her depths it was comical. She had no idea where to even begin, let alone how to move forward.  The Sweet Spot had been her grandma’s pride and joy, something she built from the ground up – While part of Marin wanted to quit, something in her wouldn’t let her give up on Nani’s legacy. The woman had spent her entire life building that bakery into what it was, Marin couldn’t be the one to rip apart the decades of work that went into it.  It took years, and plenty of help, but she manages to gather her bearings. Within the four years she’s been in Great Falls – And after plenty of struggles to keep the business afloat – Marin manages to find a rhythm. The Sweet Spot is flourishing, and she’s found a place to call home. Who she was and who she is feel like two entirely separate people, her life in Seattle feeling almost like a distant dream rather than her history. While she’s found a place to belong and something to take pride in, Marin can’t shake the nagging feeling that it all still comes with an expiration date – That if she gets too comfortable, the carpet will be pulled from underneath her and she’ll be back to square one.