I just got off the phone with mom, and we came to the realization that my family has lived in a series of unplottable houses for a couple generations now.
-The First Unplottable House is on my dad’s side of the family, in Delphi, Iowa. The directions to it are the stuff of Buried Treasure: Turn off the county road with a fraction in it’s name, to the Named Dirt Road, then turn at The Discount Eggs Sign on to the Unnamed dirt road that takes a meandering path THROUGH a corn field, DO NOT take any forks on that road or the farmer will shoot your ass, then take the paved road that dead-ends on ALL the way to the end- No, farther, the road keeps going it’s not a cliff-The only indication that You Have Arrived At The Correct Driveway is that a fat gray pony will charge the car, screaming, then escort you the rest of the way there.
It’s on the side of an enormous river, they’ve owned the property since 1911, and that’s the ONLY route there.
-The Second Unplottable house is in Bedford, Ohio and belonged to my mother’s parents. It’s at the corner of two side-streets, right across from the tiny Italian grocery store. Due to strange development decisions, the house is about 30 feet above street level and rendered invisible by a chestnut tree so majestic Hyao Myazaki would probably put it in a movie. The driveway, however, is VERY visible from any of the surrounding houses, the grocer, or the street.
At least in theory and old photos, becuase if you actually GO there, your eyes slide right past it to the neighbor’s lillac bush, or to the retro neons of the grocery store or up the Chestnut tree. it is literally HARD to look at that driveway, all the world around it wants to pull you away.
-The Third Unplottable house is in Salinas, CA, home of my paternal grandparents. It is the single most BORING house possible- like, if you were to ask a third-grader to draw a prototypical house, they would draw my grandparent’s house. Utterly Unremarkable.
Except for the part where my Grandfather, spurred by his success with the “non-fruiting” peach tree, decided to plant a California Redwood Tree, and it grew to approximately 150 feet over the course of a few short decades. It is the tallest damn thing for miles around, and SOMEHOW deliveries keep being missed, mail is delivered to the neighbors, and any non-blood family that tried to visit would end up on the other side of town.
-The Fourth Unplottable House was the one I grew up in CA. The Directions to it are as follows: It’s the Bright Orange house Right Across From The School. You know, the one with six flamingos and the Volunteer Avacado Tree.
SOMEHOW, we got everyone’s mail but OURS (we still wonder about the letter from Fort Knox for Mr. Thomas Saxophone), the other kids got lost trying to visit and ended up in Mr.Phan’s yard on the other end of the block. Officer Brown, Mom and Dad’s friend, who had GPS back in the early 90′s becuase silicon valley, regularly got lost looking for our place. The Flamingos did nothing.
-My parent’s current house is the second house on the right after two right turns off the state highway that runs through town. Sounds easy, right?
Except that due to a couple small trees and a bend in the road, the house is invisible from the road. I have to stand out in the road if i want my pizza delivered. The Mailman is the only person who could reliably find the box, but he drives a subaru that’s older than my sister from the passenger side by leaning over, and delivers mail based on the aztec lunar calendar, so he’s probably not actually human. I tried to host a party, tied rainbow balloons to the mailbox, and all nine friends had to be waved in from the street.
-My current apartment building Does Not Exist, according to my Bank, medicaid, Google, and City Hall which was a bit exciting when I first moved in and had to call everyone that yes, I was sitting in a building that really exists.
Unless it’s my classmates, becuase they can apparently come to parties I don’t host. This Friday I had a friend telling me she had a great time at my place last Teusday… when I was home alone. She assures me that I held a houseparty with “Those polish things you make” (I make great mini klatchky, but haven’t served them to her) and that “You were definitely there, we talked about Carvaggio and you drive me home”
She loved him as if he was part of the rustling leaves, majestic trees and capricious blue seas she was so dearly intrigued with. She loved him as if he was a part of nature that was bestowed upon her.
This beautiful core world is a little niche of land covered in tall, majestic trees and fed by a small pond and several running streams. This world is constantly stuck in the season of Summer, making it the hottest of the core worlds in Avalar. Inside the castle are small pools of water, marble statues, and a few indoor gardens.
aaaaand heres summer forest to top it all off!! i couldnt get over how pretty this world was as a kid :’)
A/N: So, this is my first attempt to write a Riverdale one-shot! I was inspired to write this after I listened to some music and I hope you’ll like it! Archie’s personality is something I wonder about a lot while watching Riverdale and I explore that here. Please let me know what you think about it and if you’d like to read more! xo
Plot: Your perfectly normal day gets disturbed by Archie Andrews, one of the popular kids you usually only observe from a distance. Suddenly, though, you have one of the deepest conversations of your life and maybe have to revise your opinion about him.
It was a
usual Friday afternoon when Archie Andrews decided to disturb your life. A
wonderfully normal day in Riverdale like every other day, at least before Jason
Blossom was murdered. You kept to yourself throughout the morning periods, as
usually, ate your lunch in the sun under the big oak tree and pretty much spent
the whole day thinking about how you could improve the stage design for the
newest play the little drama group at your school was planning. That was your
thing. Making props, painting them, working on them in peace and alone. That
was what you loved most.
that Friday afternoon it didn’t go down like that. You sat down to continue
painting the majestic tree that would be at the centre of the stage in act
three, biting your lower lip, frowning and placing brush marks here and there
in highest concentration. Forgetting pretty much everything around you or just
blending it out because it didn’t matter in that moment. That’s why he caught
you off guard when he cleared his throat to get your attention.
twitched and turned around, staring at Archie Andrews standing there with a
curious expression, grasping the strap of his backpack and wearing that blue
and yellow football jacket that you never really liked. You just never got why
they felt the need to wear them 24/7. Maybe to show their status, which didn’t
make them appear any more sympathetic in your eyes.
you lose your way?”, you asked him because nobody ever came into that room.
Especially no popular kid. Never.
raised his eyebrows in surprise and hurried to answer. “Oh, no, I was searching
for the props department. That’s right here, isn’t it?”
do you need?” You were absolutely aware of the fact that you sounded a little
hostile but you couldn’t help yourself. Archie had never talked to you before.
You doubted that he had even noticed you before. You only knew his voice from
scraps of conversation you took up when you passed him in the hallway or, more
currently, from when he was singing. He was one of the people who never really
hurt others, or at least don’t attempt to do so, but also rest themselves in
their social status without looking at those who surround them. At least that’s
what you thought.
thought I could do this as an extracurricular activity”, he explained, still
without moving an inch. It was obvious that your reaction scared him away a
you’re in the football team”, you stated irritated.
would you want to join the prop department? Which, by the way, consists of only
need the extra credit”, he finally admitted and you sighed to yourself. Of
course. That was so typical. They thought painting cardboards was an easy way
to gain credits. You actually would’ve been surprised if he had had any passion
for this. Well, you didn’t really want to get upset about it because they
usually never came back for a second time, so why bother?
You can paint this tree over there, I already draw the lines and we can put it
somewhere in the background. Just don’t screw up too badly”, you advised him,
pointing at a prop in the corner of the room and returning to your own work. He
shot you another amazed look before he pulled a chair to the cardboard, placed
his backpack next to the door and sat down to start painting.
while you worked in silence and you tried to ignore that Archie was there, which
was nearly impossible because whatever you could say about him, he definitely
had some emission. While you were a person that could easily disappear in a
crowd, he wasn’t. Maybe because of the red hair.
you the only one working on this?”, he asked you at some point without looking
at you. It didn’t seem like the mere attempt to do smalltalk but like he was
honestly interested in the answer, so you gave it.
nobody gives a damn about theatre in this school”, you said, unable to hide the
bitter tone in your voice. “It’s all about music. All about the Pussycats. Or
people like you. And no offense, music is a form of art too, it deserves
attention! But it’s really annoying that it gets so much of it and drama
don’t think it gets none…”, he mumbled with a frown.
Have you seen one play since you go to this Highschool?”, you stopped him right
there, watching closely while he thought about it. Him pressing his lips
together and not giving an answer was answer enough.
so. Like I said. It’s all about football, the Vixens and music.”
don’t like any of that”, he mused. By now he totally forgot about painting the
tree and was simply watching you closely, maybe trying to figure out where all
the weirdness and bitterness came from. You were not a victim of bullying or in
any way ugly. You just didn’t like those Higschool power games.
pushed out a little laugh at his statement and shot him an amused look, meeting
his warm brown eyes for the first time. “No. That’s not the point. I do like
watching football games like every other person. I do like listening to the
Pussycats, although it’s not necessarily my type of music. I just…I just don’t
like the whole thing surrounding it, you know? All these people enjoying their
popularity and the attention others, and with that I mean normal students like
me, give them and not even minding to get to know our names. Like we aren’t
part of the same school.”
confusing that he made you open up like that but it also felt good to get it
off your chest. Although it probably wasn’t fair that he was the one receiving
all your anger because he really wasn’t the worst of the lot by far.
now looked at you with raised eyebrows. For the first time since he entered the
room, a little smile played around his lips. It changed his face very
Y/L/N”, he suddenly said triumphantly.
blinked at him, honestly astounded. “What?”
That’s your name. We have been in the same school since first grade, why wouldn’t
I know your name?”
smile widened a bit at your expression and you quickly hid behind your tree,
not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Although you really were surprised.
You hadn’t expected that. Your paths never crossed and you never had the
feeling like Archie was particularly aware of your existence.
I’ll grant you that. Doesn’t change the bigger picture, though”, you grumbled.
silent for another moment and you already thought that you won and finally
hushed him when he suddenly asked: “You don’t like me much, do you?” Still the
question didn’t sound like he was upset or mad about your behaviour but simply
sighed once again and rolled your chair aside so you fully faced him. He was
returning your gaze attentively, as if you were a particularly interesting
object in a museum. You almost blushed but you were able to keep your cool and
stare at him as patronizing as possible.
Archie, it’s not like that. I don’t even really know you. I simply don’t like
the fact that everybody thinks people like you are perfect.”
perfect”, he shot back automatically.
realized too late that that was really offensive. You felt the heat creeping
into your cheeks as his mouth dropped open and Archie looked hurt for a moment.
He squinted his eyes and ran his fingers through his red hair, probably
contemplating how he was supposed to react.
you mean with that?”, he asked you in the end, sounding more careful and
restrained than before.
down your embarrassment and searched for words that could explain what you
can only tell you what I observed from a distance. But in my opinion you are
always really trying to do the right thing and often screw up. There is that
thing with Betty. I mean, everybody in this school knows what’s been going on
there and she is an absolute sweetheart but you kinda let her down the worst
way possible. I am not saying that you don’t like her or respect her but you
could’ve done that way more sensible. Especially since you obviously returned
from this summer less boyish, whatever the reason for that is.”
listened to you patiently, not interrupting you or getting angry at you which
might have been a reasonable reaction to the accusations of a person that he
had nothing to do with. It seemed more like he wanted to hear it, like he
wondered a lot about himself but needed someone else to deliver conclusions and
solutions. You felt your respect for him growing a bit because not many people
were able to accept criticism like him.
that I hurt Betty and I really regret that, but I didn’t do it on purpose”, he
defended himself in the end, his eyes mirroring the pain he obviously felt
him a little understanding smile. “Of course not. Honestly, Archie, I think
your problem is your insecurity. Betty was in a bad place the last few weeks,
probably because of her sister or something, I’m not sure, and I gotta say that
I was surprised when you weren’t really there for her. I guess you were so indulged
in your music and in your fears of not being good enough in what you do. You
just don’t believe enough in yourself, which is absurd regarding that everyone
around you supports you. You always need people helping you, telling you that
you have talent and then you engage in those far too quickly. And with that I
mean Victoria and Valerie. Instead of letting them build your confidence, maybe
you should learn to build it up on your own.”
a little bit confused yourself why you knew so much about him, so you couldn’t judge
him for being even more irritated. You both totally forgot why you were here
and simply sat in that room and looked at each other while Archie was
processing what you just said. If he decided to simply run away now you would’ve
understood. But he didn’t.
enough. I guess I have to think about it. There is one thing I don’t get,
though: you seem to be interested in what’s happening around you, in the people
that surround you. You even said that Betty is an absolute sweetheart, but you
never returned her attempts to make conversation. So why don’t you mingle more
and at least try to share your passion with others?”, he investigated, now
sitting on the edge of his chair, his body tensed as if he found this dialogue
the first time that you were on the defensive side and you immediately felt
uneasy when he spoke about your persona. You were a lot better at reflecting
others than yourself. You bit your lower lip and instead of keeping to look at
him, your gaze returned to your half-finished tree. That made answering a
little bit easier.
guess I have to think about it.”
missed the smirk that appeared on Archie’s face as you repeated his retort. He
watched you for some time while you started to paint again, caught up in his
own thoughts that you produced with your words. He didn’t have such an intense
conversation for a very long time.
bell rang, both of you almost jumped. Man, that hour passed quickly. You were
almost sorry when Archie got up from his chair and threw his backpack over his
shoulder. And you were annoyed at yourself for that. But this exchange of words
was the most interesting and intimate thing that happened to you in quite some
definitely turned out different than I thought but it was entertaining. I’ll
see you next week”, he told you, grinning at you before he left the room.
Although he didn’t look mad you were pretty sure that he wouldn’t return for
another session. Little did you know that you awoke Archie’s curiosity. And
little did you realize how much he awoke yours.
[Vivi interview] Baekhyun, D.O., Xiumin, Chen & Suho talking about each other’s voices
Xiumin: Suho’s voice is like a soft youth. Chen has a voice that can pierced the sky. D.O.’s voice is trendy. Baekhyun has a very soothing voice that makes you want to keep listening to it.
Baekhyun: Thank you~! Xiumin Hyung’s high tone range is very charming. D.O.’s is soft and soothing. Chen’s is like a majestic tree. Suho Hyung’s voice is very delicate and sweet.
D.O.: I’m next. Baekhyunie has a very emotional voice. Xiumin Hyung has a delicate singing voice. Suho Hyung’s is exemplary and steady. And Chen’s, we’ve agreed that he is “our high notes” (laughs)
Chen: Hahaha~ This question is really refreshing! Same as D.O., i too think that Baekhyunie’s voice is full of emotion. D.O.’s is soft / fluffy like the cloud. Xiumin Hyung’s is light like the wind. Suho Hyung’s sweet singing voice is his charming point.
Suho: I’ll use colors to describe your voices. First, D.O.’s voice is Grey. Although he has a deep and husky tone, it also has the clarity of a young boy’s voice, that’s why it’s not Black but Grey. If i have to compare it to food it would be ice cream with a sweet topping. Xiumin’s voice is Blue because it is clear and refreshing. Chen’s is Yellow because he has a powerful voice. It’s not a burning color like Red but a sweet feeling that is like Chen’s personality. Baekhyun’s is the exact Chocolate color like Americano. With a bitter taste, his voice moves into your heart and touches your emotions.
Baekhyun: As expected of Leader! EXO is a group that has different voice colors.