leafy goodness

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distorts are nice

Well, I did it. I watched that “duck bishonen movie”. And lemme tell ya… I feel VERY bad that I expected a laugh fest with a cliched story and some pretty visuals. No. There were tears, but none were from laughing. Because the thing is: THE BISHONEN DUCKS AREN’T THE FOCUS. The star, the REAL shimmering shining star in this movie isn’t even a duck at all!

It’s a hen. A foolish, naive, brave, and sweet adoptive mother hen.

It’s Leafie.

It’s no wonder that when I looked up the movie, it’s actually based on a fairly new classic Korean story by Hwang Sun-mi. It’s about the dreams of a bird who is no longer bred to exist in the wild, but inside a pen. And because humans tampered with nature so much, Leafie’s chances of survival were low from the moment she stepped outside the yard away from humans. Man. We suck. :(

But despite her going against the odds, she does way more than any hen could dream of! She starves herself to trick the farmer into thinking she’s dead and escapes, she befriends a duck who she crushes on but gives up once she sees his mate, agrees to raise his duckling when he and his mate die, tries but fails to raise her son in his elements, and even fought off the farmer who was gonna clip his wings! All while having a positive outlook and perseverance worthy of legend. In other words, LEAFIE IS A GODDAMN BADASS!

The bishonen ducks don’t show up until the last third of the film, but even when they do show up, I was so spellbound by Leafie I didn’t care! I was cheering for Leafie. I wanted to see Leafie. I wanted Leafie to be happy and healthy but her genes are too morphed to ever BE healthy! The fact that a buncha weirdly-designed ducks was what someone took from this film instead of the main character is a crime! Leafie deserves to be heard about, learned about, and praised for how good her story is! IT’S HER STORY! A story that doesn’t let up on the cruelties of nature one bit. Not even in the final moment.

We are living in a platinum age of animation right now. The days of thinking moving pictures are meant to rot your brain and shut your kids up are over. While you can’t have maturity without a little immaturity, this film balances both quite well. Not even ducks with anime sparkles and abs can steal the show from this wonderful hen.

With that all being said: Please watch Leafie: A Hen into the Wild and be prepared to cut your life into pieces. (But for the love of God, DO NOT WATCH THE ENGLISH DUB! THEY CHANGED WAAAAY TOO MUCH FROM THE ORIGINAL! FIND THE SUB IN YOUR RESPECTED LANGUAGE THANK YOU)

YouNow.

“ Can you make one where calvin is making a facecam and reader sits behind the camera and he’s distracted by her. no one but close friends and family know about them and his viewers can tell something is going on “

I hope this is what you wanted, I tried my best and I hope you enjoy! <3


                                                  *Calvin’s POV*

Sitting at my computer, I log into YouNow. I decided I would stream because I haven’t done that in a really long time and it’s pretty fucking cool to talk to fans. My eyes quickly flick up, looking over at my girlfriend (Y/n). I can never keep my eyes off her for too long, I mean, come on, she’s literally perfection.

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Dating Calvin would include

For the two anons that requested this, enjoy!

  • Letting him vent to you about youtube drama
  • Staying up with him when he can’t sleep, even though it’s 4 in the morning
  • Him not letting you leave the bed without him
  • Telling him dumb jokes and puns that leaves him laughing and wheezing
  • You comforting him when he is stressed and tired which always ends up with cuddling
  • Forehead kisses while cuddling
  • Sleeping on his shoulder on long plane rides
  • “I want to keep holding your hand but my arm is getting tired”
  • Him calling you princess and sweetheart
  • Skyping him when he is traveling
Swallow Hard - Calvin X Reader

A/N Finally some writing! Sorry if the ending is shit. I am so busy today and needed to pump this out. If you are easily triggered I dont advice reading this thanks. Enjoy

Your eyes hung low, your breath slow but consistent. The drugs were starting to take effect and you had no objections. All you wanted was for the feeling to consume you and to numb all emotion present in your sober mind.

Sat on your couch, your eyes drifted from an empty wall to a thin hallway, 2 doors lining each side. You stared deeply into the short hall, noticing how the room seemed to feel cool, and breezy. Your mind was floating away and that’s all you wanted in that moment.

Your gaze became more directed at this point, only focusing on the last door on the left of the hallway. Inside sat someone you couldn’t help but love, and resent simultaneously, the thought of him off putting your stomach. You thought of how you saw yourself, and how he saw you. You thought of how other people viewed him, and how you weren’t good enough.

Why weren’t these pills doing their job? Why were you thinking so much, but still so little? Your mind was racing but still you felt nothing.

A shiver shot down your spine.

Desperate to get away from these thoughts, you jerked your eyes away from the door having been staring for what felt like minutes, in a poor attempt at clearing your mind.  But still the thought stayed, and soon you felt yourself getting angry. Though you knew you shouldnt be abusing the pills like you were, you were in need and nothing else felt like it would work, realizing how hard these thoughts were hitting, and how critically you needed to cut them off.

Focusing your attention onto the side table sitting next to you, a bottle of Demerol resting innocently on the surface, you rapped your fingers around the orange prescription bottle. The plastic felt smooth, as you pressed down on the cap and turned, popping off the top and spilling a few of the pills into your palm, not bothering to count.

You just wanted the feelings to stop.

As you tilted your head back, palm to your mouth, you looked back into the hallway at the sound of a door creaking open, and your eyes locked with a tall figure sporting jeans, a hoodie, and headphones around the neck. The sight of him sent mixed feelings down your spin. A shiver of love and a hint of spite, but you chose to ignore both, swallowing the pills and taking a drink of your tea.

The figure made his way down the hall, pausing for a moment to stare at your slouched body, a blank expression staining his face, before making his way into the kitchen and flinging open the fridge. Though his face said nothing, you could practically taste the anger boiling inside of him.

“Why don’t you just say you hate it?” you question from the living room, eyes not moving nor shifting.

The sound of your voice echoing in the small space was followed by the sound of the fridge slamming shut, and the pound of angered steps making their way into the living room.

“Seriously, [Y/N]?” shouted the figure, now only a few feet away from you, a short glass of whisky clutched in his hand, “You act like this is only hard on you!”

Your head was dazed and though you couldn’t fully process the extent of the anger in his voice you still knew it was there, his brow low and his face turning red.

“Oh! It’s hard for you now, is it, Calvin? I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. My bad!” you shot back, snapping your head away.

You did realize, and you hated it. But even though you were aware of how your addiction was affecting both you and Calvin, that wouldn’t stop your overwhelmingly low self esteem and worsening mental issues. Calvin may be feeling things second hand, but he had no way of feeling how truly awful you felt without the pills in your system.

Calvin eye narrowed before taking a rather large gulp of his drink.

“The fans are starting to notice,” he muttered lowly, whipping the back of his hand against his mouth.

Your eyes widened at the mention of the boys fanbase, “Notice what?” you asked calming trying to keep your calm and focus on the pills telling you not to feel.

The brown haired boy sat his glass on the table next to your pill bottle and sighed, “Things are different, [Y/N]. The fans may not see things in my life but they can see how its affecting me and people are starting to raise questions.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. What you had assumed about Calvin was beginning to become more fact than assumption, and the truth stung like pins and needles. All you wanted was for the boy to act like he cared, to show an ounce of empathy for you, but still all he seemed to care about were his fans.

Why weren’t you good enough? Why weren’t you important enough for Calvin to care about? Why didn’t he care? Why didn’t h-

You snatched the Demerol bottle back into your hand, and slammed your hand down onto the lid, refusing to look at Calvin, for fear that the tears threatening your eyes would spill.

Struggling to pull the top off, you felt a grip around your hands that began to pull the bottle away from you. You tried your hardest to fight the force, but still found yourself coming up short, your handle on the bottle loosening.

“Let go, Calvin.” you commanded through clenched teeth, still not daring to look at the boy.

Your arms were weak, and the bottle only slipped further away from you before it was finally pulled away completly, causing Calvin to stumble as he held the Demerol away from you.

“You got your prescription filled a week ago, [Y/N]!  ” Calvin spat, examine the bottle that had close to 5 pills left inside, “What is wrong with you?”

You couldn’t hold back any longer. You snapped your neck towards your lover, tears spilling down your cheeks, breath heavy, “What is wrong with me? What is wrong with me? Calvin I want to die everyday, and all I have are these fucking pills because you can’t seem to care about anything more than your YouTube bullshit!”

You paused for a moment gasping for breath through sobs. Calvin said nothing but looked at you in shock, both of you taken aback by your outburst.

You whipped your eyes messily and, lowered your brow at the boy, hell having been let free.

“You seriously have some nerve to tell me how I need to handle my problems when you aren’t even willing to show the slightest bit of care! I’m your girlfriend for fucks sake! And all you care about is YouTube, and how YouTue sees you!” you shouted choking on tears as you ranted, body beginning to shake, “You know, sometimes I wonder why you even stay. If I’m not important enough then why do you stick around?”

Calvin opened his mouth to reply but quickly shut it, looking from the floor back to you. He turned the pill bottle over in his hand, examining the label to find a short description of the pills, eyes dropping at every word he read.

“Babe, I-I didn’t know it was like that. I just-…I’m so sorry, [Y/N].” Calvin muttered, eyes locked on the bottle that seemed to be the only thing keeping you alive.

You looked away from him, and pulled your knees to your chest, looking down at the floor as your mind overfilled with thought once again.

Why was he pretending to care? Why did it take this for him to even notice there was something wrong? Why were you such a problem?

You didn’t even try to hold back the tears as they flew through your eyes and down your face, staining your cheeks. The overwhelming urge to swallow a handful of Demerol sat in your stomach, but you ignored the feeling, Calvin still holding tight onto your life support. Having broken in front of the boy you loved only left you full of dejection.

“Come here,” Calvin said slowly, stepping towards you with open arms. The boy sat his weight on the cough and pressed his body into yours, wrapping his arms around you, warming the areas he touched.

“Talk to me. Tell me what you’re feeling.” the brown eyed boy uttered, pressing his nose into your neck comfortingly.

You let out a soft sigh, whipping the back of your hand against your eyes to clear your vision, and turning your head to look at Calvin curled up next to you.

“Do you really care about me?” you mumbled, never breaking eye contact, the seriousness of this conversation becoming apparent.

“Of course I do. Why would I stay if I didn’t car-”

You cut the boy off biting on your lip nervously, “Do you care about me more than your fanbase?”

Calvin turned his head, taken aback by your question before smiling lightly as if he was assumed by your question. “[Y/N], where did you even get the idea that I cared about YouTube more than you. I adore you. I’m so sorry if I don’t spend enough time with you, I know it’s not right. But I would never care about YouTube more than you. You’re my everything.” he spewed, taking a hand and holding the side of your face in comfort.

You could feel your heart beat a bit harder as he spoke, your cheeks becoming pink. Though you had heard Calvin express himself before, it had been some time, the words he spoke now feeling fresh and true.

“I just want to be good enough. I don’t want you to feel like you’re obligated to stay,” you explained, playing with a strand of your hair as you spoke, head still spinning from the drugs, “And I’m sorry about the pills. I-I’m not good at asking for help and I just needed something to help. I know it’s been bad for you. I’m really sorry.”

“No, no, babe. Don’t be sorry. It’s okay,” Calvin urged, pulling your chin to look him in the eyes, “It’s not your fault. You were doing all you could.”

As your eyes stared into your partner’s, your heart pounded and you lost a sense of words. Though things weren’t perfect, the pieces were slowly beginning to pull back together, reminding you of how much you needed the boy who sat next to you.

How much you needed him more than the drugs.

Calvin began to lean in, your lips soon touching and though you knew the pills were in control, you kissed back needing every second of it. Your love for Calvin was alive and you couldn’t feel more grateful to be with someone so understanding.

As Calvin pulled away from the peck, he leaned his forehead onto yours, running his thumb over your lower lip, staring in a comfortable silence.

Though Calvin’s warm brown eyes had never looked more beautiful, your eyes darted to the cough cushion next to him, eyeballing the bottle you had relied on for so long.

“I’ll stop,” you deadpanned, slicing through the quiet air, “I know it’ll be hard but I will. For you and myself.”

Calvin sighed, a smile resting on his lips, “It’s okay babe. Take your time. I just need you to know I’ll be there for you. I’ll always be there.”

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(via Andriana on Instagram: “Leafy greens are good for you! #capybara”)

  • <p> <b>PJ:</b> Anyone have any good stories?<p/><b>Leafy:</b> Well, once I had a brownie and it was really good. It was indescribable, really. I felt like I was floating when I ate it.<p/><b>PJ:</b> Did it have marijuana in it or something?<p/><b>Leafy:</b> No. No weed. It was just an insanely good brownie, dude.<p/><b>PJ:</b> ...<p/><b>PJ:</b> Anyone else?<p/></p>
geniune reasons i prefer pyro > leafy
  • he has good morals (doesnt say homophobic/transphobic things even if he might not mean them like leafy does)
  • recognises when he overstepped a line and apologises properly
  • very self-aware about his content
  • cares so much about his fans and features fan art in every video
  • keeping us updated on that Sweet Sweet 1Mil Video
  • generally just… funnier
  • better video structure
  • he stretches to get 10 minutes but he does it without going into tangents and repeating jokes until they go stale
  • best voice
  • good dude. good youtube bro
Goals, resolve, vices and stuff

Tuesday 17 October, 2017

I am optimistically wearing workout clothes; I’m thinking walk/run/weights but oh lawd the weather! (Our gym equipment is outside and only semi-sheltered, so even that will require steely resolve.) It is still very windy, wet & stormy this morning, although no longer gale-force & destructive. A lot of rain is forecast today - not the gentle sort I ran in last Tuesday - hard, wind-lashed rain; such a radical change after the idyllically sunny and warm weekend.

I put on workout clothes to signal my intent, to myself more than anyone else. But because I am sick, I am not going to add bad weather stress to my battling body, so rain rain give me a break. As per my earlier post, I just signed up for the five-race Perth Summer Trails Series. This will be an entirely new challenge. I’ve never run a trails event before. The first race is 11.8km and I am currently sitting on 5km grassy flat, so a training plan is required.

My Summer goal is to train for and complete this trail series. But to do that I will have to achieve an even bigger goal: Get my inflammatory bowel disease under control. Easier said than done, especially in the middle of a tenacious flare, I am about to start vedolizumab (Humira and Remicade have both failed me). It is slow-working but a different pathway; fingers crossed. In the meantime, I am relying on prednisolone to do the job but it hasn’t kicked in with its usual alacrity.

So what else can I do? Attaining goals requires effort and sacrifice. Let’s have a look:

  1. Diet - pretty solid; lots and lots of leafy greens, good oils, protein, seasonal fruits; very little in the way of empty carbs like bread and pasta. Need to: Keep it up.
  2. Supplements - the thought is that you don’t need them unless you have a deficiency; diet should be your go-to approach. Nonetheless, I am hedging my bets with some pro-gut, anti-inflammatory supplements like probiotics, prebiotics, tumeric, and Omega 3 fish oil, in addition to magnesium. Need to: Keep it up.
  3. Exercise - consistent; I have backed off a bit due to the fatigue that comes with ulcerative colitis and the current blood loss, but get something done most days. The challenge will be managing careful increases in volume and intensity that will get me to the finish line but not set me back. Need to: Step it up.
  4. Sleep& rest - despite being on prednisolone, my sleep is good; 7-8 hours every night. I am sensible in factoring in rest days for recovery after hard training efforts too. Need to: Keep it up.
  5. Hydration - on point; because of constant diarrhoea all day every day, I lose fluid and minerals like there’s no tomorrow. I have to keep on top of hydration and electrolytes or risk becoming a very sick puppy. Need to: Step it up with exercise/as the weather gets warmer.
  6. Meditation - room for improvement; I have been doing a breathing body scan every morning before rising (or at night if I am in pain), which is something. Need to: Step it up.
  7. Outlook - bright! #alwayssmiling is my motto, even when I’m not; fake it til you make it. Okay, you won’t necessarily get sympathy if you do hard things and don’t look sick, and sometimes all you want is a bit of understanding, but let’s face it, people don’t really want to be around a sad sack. To be brutally honest, they don’t want to know; it makes them feel bad. Oh I open up sometimes when I need some small words of kindness, and maybe two or three people might offer some encouragement - but not many! Foremost, I need my family to love and support me, and I can be honest with them (although I don’t want them to stress and worry about me). Need to: Keep it up.
  8. Vices - wine and sugar! If I am going to get well, I have to ditch these two insidious, inflammatory habits. I did Dry July and then some (a 42-day marathon of no alcohol whatsoever to raise money for cancer support services) but have subsequently slipped back onto the booze. Alcohol is so entrenched in society, that choosing abstinence or temperance involves not only exercising your own willpower, but withstanding relentless peer pressure and media triggers. I foolishly and flamboyantly publicly drank water from a pint glass the other night - talk about being pilloried! I just have to do this. For my life. As for sugar, in the scheme of things, I don’t really eat that much of it, but it creeps in. Too often I will accept a sweet treat I don’t even want out of politeness. This has to stop (a square of dark chocolate excepted - it’s good for you!) Nightly wine has to stop. Need to: Bloody well do it!

So there you have it. Let’s go!

PSA:

This one is just for shits and giggles so don’t have a cry if you don’t agree. These are just youtubers I personally like/don’t like and wanted to put in this

“Ex Leafy fans”

 (My english is not perfect, so please excuse any mistakes. I’m trying :)

Recently I’ve seen some “ex leafy fans” try to belittle and insult people in this community and I wanted to point some things out about that.

First I need to clarify that what they are criticizing about Leafy himself is not what I want to focus on. I don’t agree with a lot of what they are saying, but I’m sure all of us current or former fans can agree that there are a lot of valid reasons to dislike him.

It is totally ok not to enjoy him anymore and obviously nobody should have an issue with that.

What bothers very much is when people try to get over an, in their opinion, embarassing part of their life that way. Of course it’s natural to feel this way about some stuff in your past, especially when you’re younger, which I’d assume most of us are. I used to really like some stuff that makes me cringe nowadays.

But what I’d never do is go back to the people I used to associate with and tell them that they disgust me or that they need to grow the fuck up. If you do that you lack basic empathy. Because the people you are insulting are exactly as your were not too long ago. It should be very easy to relate.

I really don’t get that.

I mean your were a Leafy fan. It’s not like you used to be a neo nazi or something. It’s not that big of a deal.

What also bothers me is that they say (amongst other things) that him being insulting and mean makes them hate him. I don’t need to point out the hypocripsy in that.

It’s actually quite funny. They claim they’ve matured but when you are an adult you don’t need to tell everybody: “Hey, I don’t like this guy I used to like when I was young and stupid. Actually I hate him. Oh and everybody that likes anything related to him. Because I’m an adult!”

If you really want to leave that part of your life behind (which is ok), don’t come back to start fights. You come across desperate for attention, immature and quite similar to the guy you apparently hate.

(Ok, I had to mention this. Isn’t it funny that everyone who is doing this now, used to be toxic and start drama a lot, when they were still part of this community … and as far as I know they were all friends :))

Well, that’s it, I probably forgot half of what I was going to write, but I hope it was coherent enough.

I appreciate anyone who is still a part of this small “fandom”. Thanks for reading and have a good day :)