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Due to some stuff brought up in recent posts I believe it is time to once again extol the virtues of Ms-Demeanor's Patented Where Did I Put That Fucking Paper Organizational Binder.
Hello! I am a disorganized adult! This is the system by which I manage my important shit like pink slips for my car and medical records and tax information.
You're going to need:
A 3-Ring Binder
Transparent Sheet Protectors
Notebook dividers (optional but VERY useful)
A backpack (optional)
So the way this system works is you put the sheet protectors into the binder. You can either use the dividers to divide the binder into sections or you can label some of the sheet protectors to make different sections but what you are generally going to do is make sections of the binder labeled things like "taxes" or "vet" or "doctor" and put a few sheet protectors in each section.
Then all of your papers with important information get crammed in that folder. You don't organize them, you don't sort them by date, you don't alphabetize. You put things vaguely relating to taxes into the sheet protectors in the taxes section. You put things relating to cars in the cars section. You don't even attempt to make this readable - you're not using sheet protectors so that you can read each page and keep it legible, you're using sheet protectors because it's a cheap plastic bag that will sit nicely in a binder.
You CAN put stuff into the individual sheet protectors when you get it, but let's be realistic you probably WON'T do that, so just tuck individual papers into the front of the binder until you get to a critical mass of paperwork then take an hour to sit down and sort into categories and put it in the binder once every six months to three years (depending on how frequently you get paperwork). Sometimes these sections will outgrow their original allotted space - since my spouse had a transplant surgery the medical section has had to become its own folder - and that's okay. If you end up with multiple folders just keep them together (this is why the backpack is an option, and one I strongly recommend).
Because yeah, if my organization system relies on opening up a drawer and putting something where it belongs as soon as I get the paper, I will simply not be organized. It's not going to happen. But I can handle a messy stack of paper that sits in one place and grows until it is time to shove it into a binder. I can't organize things for thirty seconds a day every day but I can organize things for an hour once every year or so (maybe two hours every five years when I sort out stuff I don't need like copies of warranties for parts on a car I don't own anymore).
When my mom died she had about fifty pounds of paper files in her office that were neatly organized in a system that didn't make any sense to my dad, my sister, and I. I ended up sorting through those files for twenty hours, tossing out copies of paid invoices from ten years ago and student handbooks from my junior high school. I reduced one filing cabinet, two desk file drawers, and a foot-high stack to a six inch binder that I gave to my dad. My mom died five years ago; two months ago my dad asked me about a medical document and I was able to tell him to go look for it in the medical section of the binder. It was there, because ALL IMPORTANT SHIT GOES IN THE BINDER.
Where is my birth certificate? In the binder. Where is my tax return from 2017? In the binder. Where is the record of my dog's last rabies shot? In the binder. Where are the records for my life insurance? In the binder.
A lot of what people consider "being organized" breaks down to whether or not you can find the specific things that you're looking for. Does my binder look nice? Is it aesthetic? Does it have color-coded tabs and papers all laid out neatly? Absolutely fucking not. But if you ask me where to find a paper I know that I can do so within about five minutes of shuffling through the pile of letter-folded sheets that I pulled out of the appropriate section of the binder.
I've discussed the Where Did I Put that Fucking Paper Binder before, but now it is time to expand that concept to the Backpack of Important Shit.
You likely have Important Shit that does not fit in a binder. Some of my Important Shit that does not fit in a binder is stuff like jewelry and the spare key for my car. Other stuff - the reason I decided to bring this up at all - includes my backup hard drive and packaging (including product key codes) for pretty much all of the software that I own. This is also where I store printed out copies of the recovery codes for most of the online accounts that I have.
There's a lot of weird fiddly shit that we have to have that we might not access all that often. This is the kind of stuff that might end up in junk drawers or under sinks or in disused laptop bags or kicking around under a bunch of papers in a desk drawer.
It doesn't matter so much when that weird fiddly shit is a set of hex keys or a utility knife or a protractor or a copy of a student handbook but it DOES matter when it's something that you might need to put your hands on in a hurry. If your computer crashes, you're not going to want to track down the software in the back of a filing cabinet and the backup drive from somewhere in the bowels of your desk. If you lock your keys in your car you are not going to want to figure out if your spare is in a junk drawer or the old purse where you keep semi-important stuff or the tin on your desk that has buttons and pins and headphone covers. Just put it in the Backpack of Important Shit and when you need it you know where to look.
So anyway, if you are a person who is a minor disaster who has trouble finding important things when you need them please don't think that you have to get your life together and have a nice organized filing cabinet or clear plastic bins full of documents or a neatly divided storage closet where everything from board games to backup drives has its own neatly labeled place. Just assign ONE LOCATION for important shit and start putting the important shit there. It doesn't matter if you have a filing cabinet where you keep old copies of homework and printouts of online orders and family history records - you do not need to keep everything that is file-able in one place and depending on what level of catastrophe you are it might be detrimental to you if you try to do that. It doesn't matter if you have a jewelry box where you keep your collection of gauges and wrist cuffs; if you are going to stress out about where grandma's ring is when you're digging through your collection of cheap earrings and silver pendants then *do not keep grandma's ring or any other Important, Vital, Cannot Be Lost jewelry in with your day-to-day wear*.
I live someplace that has fires. My binder got upgraded to my Backpack of Important Shit when the fires were getting uncomfortably close to the house I was living in and I wanted to have one bag to grab if we had to get out fast. Once I did that, I never took the binder out of the backpack and the backpack has now made three moves with me and has meant that I've had my birth certificate handy when I needed it in the middle of a move between two states, I was able to provide a history of my cholesterol panel going back six years to a visiting nurse, and I was able to give the exact names and contact info of my spouse's previous surgeon to the hospital when I had unexpectedly moved to a new state with three bags and my work computer at the beginning of the pandemic.
Get yourself a backpack of important shit and a folder of where the fuck did i put that paper. It is so much easier to search a backpack for important shit than to go through an entire house and it is so much easier to flip through a binder than it is to dig through a filing cabinet.
Anyway good luck and happy adulting.
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Important. PLEASE READ!!
For those of you who may not know, which I suspect is probably most of you, I had an interaction with a pro/comship blog (@toh-proship-positivity) about three weeks ago that ended in them accusing a fellow artist, a-magpie-in-gravesfield, of extremely heinous things. I originally was not going to respond to them simply because I didn't want to be bothered with such drama during the holidays. Still, these claims irritated me because, even just from my conversations with this blog and witnessing their behavior firsthand, I knew their claims were likely untrue or, at the very least, exaggerations. I am happy to announce that my intuition was correct and that the claims made about Magpie WERE NOT TRUE.
Several people approached me regarding this, and I also sought a few individuals out myself to look for answers. They provided ample proof, including screenshots, receipts, and conversations between the accuser and the accused, that prove without a shadow of a doubt in my mind that Magpie is innocent of all claims levied against him.
I, along with the help of a few others, gathered as much information as I could find, organized it, and created a master list of evidence to combat every accusation. I am going to share the folder that holds the drama overview as well as every document that was used as an external link. Here are the links to the folder and overview, respectively.
This folder with all related documents will also be downloadable as a zip file on Dropbox to anyone who wishes to have a copy for themself. DM me asking for the download link, and I will provide it to you.
This is not meant to be an attack on the person who levied the claims against Magpie, and this is NOT a call to harassment. This needs to be put out into the open so that this drama inside the Wittebane community can cease.
Here is a direct message from Magpie regarding the situation:
"I just wanted to clarify that I had no hand in making the document itself. I was approached by multiple people asking for my side of the evidence / answering questions about the timeline of things / etc. I myself never look at Horse's posts because I don't want to give any of my time to things like this (and tbh I thought they would have stopped by now). Please don't message me about this. This has been going on for over a year now, and I don't want to focus on negativity. I have already provided a lot of information to the people who made this doc. I also DO NOT condone any kind of harassment towards anyone, including anyone mentioned in this document. I did not ask for this document to be made (actually, for a long time I actively discouraged people from doing it because I thought it wasn't necessary), but because multiple slanderous accusations that included my name were recently brought up to me by people I had never interacted with before as well as friends, and Horse does not seem to have stopped, I figured I would provide my side of things to people who asked as to give answers to anyone who might have heard of this situation. This document was in no way meant to encourage bullying of any kind. Please stay safe everyone!"
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For me (Papa Emeritus III x g/n reader)
A/N: Based on that "please, do it for me" tiktok audio.
Summary: Terzo can be very persuasive, when he wants to. And today he wants to.
Tags: fingering, +18, adult content, Terzo being a manipulative manwhore, desk sex. Around 800 words.
“Please, do it for me.”
You take a deep breath, but there’s not enough air inside Papa’s private office. The hard wood of the desk digs in your flesh when you lean back, trying to rock into his fingers.
Fuck. It’s too early for this. Seven in the morning, if you’re reading the clock on the wall correctly.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. In theory, you had to help Papa get ready for a short trip, for some sort of clergy reunion or something like that. Of course, Terzo had other ideas.
He always does. His ideas often include sex, fucking on desks and against the wall, his fingers ticking deep inside you. You don’t complain, clearly, but today had to be different. He has to leave soon, and all the important documents you were supposed to put inside a binder folder are now on the floor.
Hell, he’s not even wearing the Papal regalia.
Terzo doesn’t pick up the pace, no matter how much you try to rock into him. His other hand presses down on your lower stomach, in orden to keep you still as his eyes bore into your face. The way his mouth is in a tight line and his eyebrows are raised softly tells you he won’t yield, no matter what you do. “It’s just a stupid trip, you’ll be fine,” he says.
“The same applies to you,” you retort, as soon as you find your voice. It comes out too airy, full of doubt. “Sister said you have to go.”
For a short moment, his fingers stop completely. Terzo looks up, mismatched eyes finding yours. He’s serious, way too serious when he speaks. “Sister is not the head of the clergy, is she?”
It might be a little too early to be fucking on a hard desk, but it’s definetely way too early to indulge in this discussion. “No, but she’s my superior.”
“And so am I.” Terzo’s voice vibrates against the skin on your neck when he leans to whisper in your ear. Your throat is tight when you swallow, saliva thick inside your mouth.
Fuck.
Terzo senses his words stirred something inside you, because he curls his fingers in a way he knows you love before speeding up, going further and harder. It’s still not enough, but it’s better than the previous pace. “Come on, do it for your Papa. I’ll make it up for you.”
And so he does. He traces circles inside you, rhythmically and deep, fingers coming in and out and making a loud noise over the silence of the office. You fight hard to keep your voice down, because Imperator might be lurking around waiting for Terzo to accompany her and Nihil to this reunion. And Lord below, you don’t want to be the one who joins them instead, no matter how hard he insists on that.
“I can’t. They are expecting a Papa in the meeting, not a Sibling of Sin.”
“Ah, but you’ll be my representative. No big deal. Besides, Imperator will be there and she never lets me speak out of fear of me saying something stupid. I just sit there and look pretty. That’s something you can do, si?”
There’s no time to argue when he hits the right spot, making your back curl. One of your arms darts out to hold him closer, nails digging on his back. The wood is cold, so cold over your feverish skin, and he feels hot to the touch.
“I…”
When Terzo kisses you, slow and passionate, with too much tongue as he always does, all the words die inside your throat. Your heart beats hard, pouding inside your ribcage as your stomach tenses up.
“Please? You’ll do it for me, certo?” He whispers over your lips, dark eyes looking at your face through his lashes. “You’ll do it, and I’ll reward you.”
This time, you don’t even try to argue against his logic. Nodding and clinging closer to him, you let his weight crush you on the desk. Terzo honors his words, fingering and sucking bruises on your skin until you come, back arching and legs shaking. It takes a while to fully come down, but when you do, the regret clings to your ankles and waist.
It all doesn’t matter when Terzo stares at you again, a satisfied smile on his face as he licks his fingers clean. “Tell Imperator I’m… indisposed. And when you come back, I’ll reward you for being so good to me.”
Fuck, again. Regaining your composure, you collect your clothes and all the important documents laying on the ground. “I hate you,” you said, softly, but that smile never wavers.
“And I love you, so much.”
When Imperator hears the news, she’s livid. Nihil trying to vouch for you doesn’t help at all. Still, no matter how much she runs around the cloister, she can’t find Terzo. And so, to the reunion you go.
What a price to pay for some quick morning hookup.
PD: don't know what to say about this one ghesties. The things I'd let that man do to me.
I wasn't going to post this today but I was so excited after the new chapter that I just had to finish it and share it as celebration ♥
#ghost x reader#the band ghost#ghost band#ghost bc#papa emeritus iii#papa emeritus x reader#papa terzo#terzo emeritus#papa terzo x reader#papa emeritus iii x reader#ghost fanfiction#my writing#my fic
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A new SAVE FILE!
Hooray!
Hi everyone! I am glad to introduce you my sims savefile.
I've been working on it for at least a year, and now it's finished! I had so much fun building and furnishing, I absolutely love every single lot in the game, so I decided to share it with you and opened this tumblr to illustrate this new world.
Without going too far, I summarize the main points:
♡ you can download the save file HERE.
♡ I used all the packs, kits and expansions, updated to 3 january 2023. NO CC or MODS used.
♡ I modified all worlds except Baatu.
♡ no new Sim households have been added, but I changed them a bit and downloaded some from the gallery, special thanks to ObsidianLilith and Simyim, because they make incredibly beautiful sims! I invite you to follow them and see their fantastic creations.
♡ I furnished and built almost all of the lots. Some were so beautiful that I have included them, but there are very few. In this tumblr I will show you all the lots, and I will definitely tell you which ones are not mine (for example the Willow Creek museum).
♡ I always put a sugar skull in my creations. will you be able to find it?
♡ last but not least: every house has an umbrella stand and an air conditioner! it's very important to me LOL
♡ once you have inserted the file in your saves folder, you will have to click on Izzy Fabulous and his sister, as you will see in the image:
Please do tag me if you end up playing in this save file. I’d love to see what you do with it! Thanks for checking this out!
If you have any quastions please feel free to ask.
WHAT IS A SAVE FILE?
"A save file in Sims 4 is essentially a backup file of your playtime in the game. It contains everything that you’ve played up to that point. One save file can be uploaded on the internet and shared among all players. You can also download a save file from someone else and load the game from their save point.
Your Sims 4 save file is located in Documents/Electronic Arts/The Sims 4/Saves, or a similar mods directory, depending on where you’ve installed the game. But generally, you can find your save file in your Saves folder. And if you’re using Mac, you could find it via the finder application that you have installed. Just keep in mind that if you are searching for mods or custom content, you can find them in the Sims 4/Mods directory, however the rooms, the characters, and lots you’ve created can be found in the tray folder.
When you download a save file from the internet, you should paste it into your Saves folder too. Keep in mind that you can have multiple save files in this folder. The important part is to select the save you want to load when you launch the game via the main menu." (source snootysims.com)
#ts4#ts4dowload#ts4 download#the sims save file#the sims 4#the sims community#the sims screenshots#vulnaviasims#vulnaviasims save file#the sims build#the sims world
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So any advice to stay focused on basic tasks? I have currently untreated ADHD and as a result, have a lot of trouble focusing and remembering things. Not only is this really a pain for school (I forget any work I have to do or sometimes where my class is) but sometimes I will literally forget to eat or drink water (sometimes forgetting water for up to a day and a half and food for up to 3 days). I am looking to try medication to see if it helps soon but I keep forgetting to start the whole process so Anya device for how to remember stuff and stay focused?
I don't know how helpful I'll be, but I've been told I have ADHD so here's the ways I've managed over the years when I was in school:
I too forget due dates all the time, so I write them down. In a planner, on my phone, in a different planner, on a calendar, highlight them on the syllabus which is then placed in a pocket for the folder dedicated for that subject specifically. I used to carry a teacher's planner in my backpack, and since I took that backpack everywhere I went, I always had it with me. Put reminders on your phone. When you first get the syllabus, write down the important dates and put reminders on your phone immediately.
I used to keep boxes of protein bars and ramen and instant mac cups on a shelf in visible sight. Since I lived in a dorm that was essentially a closet, I could always see the food as a reminder. I would keep my water bottle on my desk, which was the only piece of furniture in the place where I could sit and do anything since all the furniture I had was a shelf, desk, bed, and dresser in one room. If you live in a bigger space, put snacks everywhere you usually hang out. My mom has a trick where she puts reading glasses in every single place of the house where she might be, so I recommend doing that with food and maybe even cups to remind you to drink. Also, you can set alarms on your phone! Like a daily reminder: Eat and hydrate!
As for the actual act of hunkering down and studying and being able to focus, I don't have a foolproof way, but what worked for me was this: I set up environments that were dynamic enough to keep me hyperfocused. What I mean by that is I get antsy sitting still for too long, so I would put on a playlist or a video game and just use the location ambience to help me feel like I was somewhere else. Whenever I would start getting antsy, I would move locations in the game or go to the next ambience video. And then boom! You've moved. Different setting, new environment, let's settle back in and study again. I also had multiple, multiple documents and tricks to motivate myself. When I was in grade school, it was Harry Potter. I would assigned Hogwarts houses to subjects and create a competition, and whichever subject I did the most work in won. I can go into more detail if you want, I'm about to do something similar tonight to get some work around the house and studying done. We can study together tonight if you want! :)
Lovelies who have ADHD, care to pitch in? Anon, make sure to read any reblogs/comments!
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Literally so happy because my God is actually excepting of my obsession, but I’d kinda like to know how to worship him better less directly? (Ie. tips on digital alters/general worship tips?)
An excuse to ramble! Thank you :D
Worshipper's Guide to Indirect Worship
This is going to be my sfw guide for less direct methods of contact and digital altars, I may make an nsfw guide at some point on my own as a counterpart to this but for now...
(long post below)
Digital Shrines
Digital shrines are a good format for indirect worship, because you can curate it from anywhere, and no one will know. Technically I have two digital altars but one is more a back up of the other. One is I have a folder on my computer that contains all the media of the shrine, and the shrine itself is on my personal discord server. Usually I separate the shrine itself into media, devotionals, personal devotionals, writings, and links by using different discord channels. The channels breakdown like this for me:
Media: photos and videos of solely them
Devotionals: images I find on the internet that I feel embody our relationship, media created by someone else. Also picrews usually
Personal Devotionals: Visual media I have personally made to embody our relationship and can take full credit for creating. (This is a specific folder I made just to keep my art and others art separate)
Writings: Poems, songs, rambles, gushing, fantasies, etc. Any thought you have about them that's important enough to write down, put it here.
Links: I use this as a dumping ground for ideas I got from articles, purchases I want to make, or anything that requires a link to something else but directly relates to my worship of My Goddess.
Tumblr can also be a general dumping grounds kind of shrine, where I would not be too honest tbh, but it's a start. I prefer keeping my shrines private for the most part. My general advice is to stay away from tumblr for everything because you're not going to feel 1000% comfortable expressing your worship to its full extent because of the possibility of it being found by strangers. Also some things are just tmi to be honest. I have writings in my folder documenting times me and My Goddess have banged in detail so I don't forget. Tumblr doesn't need that kind of detail on here. So try and keep shrines at least somewhat private for your own sake. People are dicks.
As for advice for things to do to worship indirectly (and this goes hand in hand with the shrine a little bit) here's a list with general advice and ideas:
Scrapbook/Junk Journal about them (I'm biased this is a personal favorite of mine). Get a notebook, some scrapbook supplies, and either dedicate it to photos of your beloved or journal about any time you guys interact in ways that feel meaningful to you! I keep one physical scrapbook that I use for collages for My Goddess's photos, and am planning to start a junk journal for more writing purposes. I'll probably solely be using it to write about personal interactions with My Goddess, and on slower days, things I love about Her in general. It's both kinda a traditional journal and a part of my obsessive behaviors. You can also do stuff like this digitally with moodboard and collage makers like Canva which have free options.
Document about them. This is kinda vague so I'll explain. As part of my shrine, I have a document I'm building dedicated to bullet note points about My Goddess. If She randomly drops a fact on me about Her childhood, or Her interests. I write it down there so I don't forget. I want to be a good worshipper so I want to be an expert in everything about Her. I usually use a note taking app for this that I can organize into subgroups. Notion is a favorite of mine (despite them selling their soul to the AI overlords sigh) because it allows a lot of creative freedom in organizing the documents AND it's linked to my email so I can't lose it. Obviously, a google doc will accomplish the exact same thing, however my entire personality type is best described as extra, so I have to do things with extra effort at all times.
Write for them. This is where my pagan background kicks in a little bit, but in certain pagan traditions, especially stuff like Hellenic Polytheism, writing hymns or poems or songs for the gods was very important to their practices. So why not write those things for your God? It doesn't need to be shared, it can be bad, it can be whatever it wants to be. What I usually do, is I write poems for My Goddess, and keep them in my junk journal or digital shrine, depending on if I'm working physically or digitally, and if I'm feeling brave I'll share it with Her, but most times, they stay hidden in the depths of my shrine stuff.
Biggest overall piece of advice, create for them. Nothing shows devotion, quite like the personal experience of making something for someone else even if they never see it. Honor the Gods with the act of Creation, ya know?? It doesn't even have to require you to be good at drawing or whatever. Are you someone who gardens? Name a plant after them. Like makeup? Figure out what makeup styles they prefer on your chosen gender and wear those all the time, even if they're not there to see. Sewing? Make a stuffed animal of them. Speed runs? Dedicate every run to them, create a record for them. It can be as big or as mundane as you want and none of it has to be outwardly expressed to the other person. Just dedicate whatever hobby you have to them, and suddenly you'll have tons of shrine material.
Now for the quick part, of this!
General Worship Tips! (These are more indirect tho)
When getting dressed, pick outfits you know they'll appreciate. (Just please don't sacrifice your personal style for this)
Capitalize their name/title no matter what. They deserve the respect of one extra button push.
Write letters, even if you live close, even if you see them everyday, and even if you never send them. Use this as a format to express your emotions unbarred.
Save every photo they send you of themselves. If you need to edit people out of the photo do it, but you better be saving every instance of themselves they give you.
Fill your space with things that express yourself yes, but also have stuff that reminds you of them. Do they have a favorite animal? Buy those kinds of stuffed animals. They say they like certain types of aesthetics? Put some of that decor in your space.
I don't paint my nails, but if you do, paint them their favorite color.
Have dedicated jewelry pieces for them. While My Goddess did not give it to me, I have a memory of them associated with a bracelet I wear every single day. You can just buy a piece of jewelry and assign it as a symbol to them. They don't have to know.
Interact with their interests, with passion. Do your best to care about everything they care about. It'll give you guys tons of stuff to do, and help you understand them better.
Make pinterest boards dedicated to certain moments you want i.e. first date, wedding, future house/apartment dreams, pets you want with them, nursery room ideas, etc.
Make playlists dedicated to them.
Alright that's all I really have for right now! I hope some of this advice has been helpful and at the very least legible lol. I hope everything with you and your God goes well! If you want any more advice do not be afraid to ask me more questions :)
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Chipspeech Twitter Archive Update
Hi I should have done this months ago.. I do not know when (or if) I am going to finish that website lmao. So I am just going to share my notes from Google Docs. Should be easier to read than the original posts and helpful as a starting point if anyone else decides to make a website :3
The documents are all on commenting mode so feel free to make comments to bookmark things for yourself or write your thoughts or whatever. Under the cut I have put some formatting notes.
It's a folder, each year of Twitter posts is its own document (I tried to compile them into one but it lagged too much). There is also a document with all of the original Tumblr posts (from the accounts I could find, no tags yet but I will go back and get them eventually, also no dates but they're all from 2015), and one with the bios from the official website for ease of access.
The formatting is a little (a lot) weird and there are probably pictures that need resizing/transcription but I figured it's better to give people access now. The text is small (to keep the page count as low as possible) so you will have to zoom in.
It goes by day, organized with a bulleted list. The top level bullets are each character that tweeted that day. The second level bullets are original tweets/retweets by that character. The third+ level bullets are comment threads under that tweet, the organization here is inconsistent but imo still readable (if you think something needs an edit for clarity let me know and I'll fix it).
For each character's section of the list, normal text is that character's tweets/comments. Italicized text is anyone who is not that character. If it is labeled with unitalicized text, it is that character/important account (e.g. the official Chipspeech account), otherwise it is a fan. I also included some labels and/or clarifying comments for Vocaloid producers I like, they're not central to the story though
I got rid of the line breaks within the tweets when copying them down because it was easier to format. Sorry about that. Idk how to fix it other than going through everything again but it doesn't take away from the story so I'm leaving it for now.
If something came from a website other than Twitter, I tried to provide the link (unless its content was deleted). I did my best to transcribe the Clyp posts that were not deleted.
If something is a text-only retweet, it is marked with [retweet]. If it includes an image, it's probably a screenshot of the whole thing. I only included retweets that felt story-relevant (so no miscellaneous cat pictures, Apple-related aesthetic images, etc.), but if people really want it I can go back and add the rest.
Deleted tweets are noted with [deleted tweet], with the characters they came from if applicable. Idk how Twitter works but it the person in the thread is replying to the username of a certain character, I assumed it was that character's tweet that had been deleted. If something says [deleted Dandy thread], assume there is a deleted Dandy tweet in between each of the listed tweets (or another character, but it's usually Dandy). That was meant to be a temporary time-saver and I've gone back and fixed the ones I've found, but there's probably more I accidentally skipped.
Anything not in English is translated in a comment. Except the X-Sampa (I will fix that sometime but there's not much of it). Also it was done with the built-in Google Translate feature so it may be a little incorrect. Unclear pictures and whatnot also have clarifying comments. I can add more clarifying comments (or image IDs) if anyone needs them.
I tried not to include any unattributed fanart but there are some that I forgot to copy the handle for (I am also fixing these when I find them).
As for any future updates to this folder as a whole, I kind of want to go back through each account's liked tweets to see if there's anything funny in there but idk when that will be. That would probably be its own document.
Honestly I should have given everyone access back in June.. oops. If you have any questions you can put them in a comment on this post (or reach out to me another way, idk). As I mentioned before, feel free to use all of this as a starting point if you're making your own website.
I'll pin this post so it's findable in the future. Also sorry for disappearing for several months (it will happen again).
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Magical girl Sky notices Reader shivering while getting ready for bed (at a typical chain camp or elsewhere, up to you) and wraps them up in his wings and cuddles them to sleep.
- Glitter ✨
This is going to be targeted. If you know, you know.
Enjoy.
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You were waiting on your balcony.
You doubted he was going to show up tonight but you wanted to talk. Not about anything important, mind you. It was nothing serious. But you found yourself missing his company and well... it’s not like you wanted to burden your roommate with this.
They would only tease you anyway- even if it’s with the best of intentions.
You sighed and let another shiver run through you. It was late and your tea had long gone cold. He wasn’t coming. It was time to get under the blankets before you got sick.
You turned and went into the apartment. Putting your cup in the sink and letting some clean water run through it to dilute it, you rationalize that you’ll clean it tomorrow. Phoenix isn’t coming tonight. He has own life besides being a hero. Not to mention that there’s a lot of people who would want to have his attention anyway. Who are you? Just some coffee shop owner.
You shake your head and leave back to your room. You turn the lights off and move the blankets to get in bed.
Wait.
You groan loudly and get out of bed, turning the lights on once more. You left your book and contracts out on the table. If you lose those, it’s going to take months to get them back in order and they’re needed next week for your remodeled café.
You head out and pick them up, checking them to make sure that no stray paper has been wisped away by the wind.
There’s one gone.
You groan even louder. It sounds like a gunshot in the quiet of the night. “Great. Just what I needed. That took two weeks to get. How am I going to get it in four days?”
“Looking for something?” A voice quips.
You yell and drop the papers. Phoenix drops quickly and puts a hand on the file to keep the paper from falling all over the place- and more horrifying- from being scatter throughout the entire city.
“Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly. He holds up the missing document. “I caught this as I flew by. I thought you were asleep.”
“Almost.” You sag your shoulders. “You caught me just in time.”
You ignore the chill in your bones that hasn’t dispersed yet. That’s what you were hoping the blankets would do.
Phoenix holds it out to you and gingerly take it, putting it back in the manila folder. “Thank you.”
He nods. “Any thing for my favorite civilian.” He bows comically.
You roll your eyes. “Do you say that to every civilian?”
He raises an eyebrow. “I hardly talk to the civilians. You know that.”
You do know that. In fact, you called him out on it when he first showed up at your side to talk to you about your wrecked shop.
You blush, not able to come up with a come back in time. “Well.... shush.”
You sneeze.
Phoenix’s teasing smile drops and he reaches forward. “Hey, you ok?”
His hands touch your cheek. His eyes widen and his jaw drops. You smack his hands away and hiss but it’s too late. Phoenix blinks and rubs his fingers together. “You’re freezing. How long were you out here for?”
“It’s-”
“I kept you waiting...” He says quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” You instantly say. Because it is. Because you find that you don’t actually care. “You’re here now aren’t you?”
“You should sleep-”
“No.”
“You’re going to get sick like this.”
“I’m fine.” You sneeze again, not able to stop the following shiver in time.
Phoenix’s scarf flaps behind him and reaches forward. It’s warm and soft. You never understood how exactly it managed to function like wings to allow him to fly- but that’s not what’s on your mind. Your fingers gingerly trance the inside of the clothes before it tightens around you and begins to move.
You try to fight it.
“Hey! Let me out!”
You’re dropped back onto your bed. Phoenix looks unimpressed. He retracts his scarf and puts his hands on his hips. “The blankets are messed up.” He says quietly. “You were already in bed.”
“I had to pick up the documents anyway.” You snap.
Phoenix shakes his head. “Goodnight, My Dear. Don’t let me keep you.”
“No!” You reach out- just missing his sleeve. He pauses for you anyway. “You just got here. Don’t go yet.”
He pauses. “Are you sure? It’s late.”
“I know... just... I wanted to talk to you.” You falter. You weren’t intending on being that honest.
Phoenix blinks. “Oh?... Uh... About what?”
“I dunno.. anything.” You shrug.
“...”
“...”
“...Move over.” Phoenix taps your shoulder and climbs into your bed next to you. “I don’t trust you to actually go to sleep if I leave you.”
“Oh please- there are better ways too-” You get cut off. His wings are back and they wrap around you again. They’re warm.
You trace your finger over them and the lines of his scarf. “How does it do this?”
“Magic.” Phoenix snorts. “How was your day?”
You pause and look back at him. He’s laying down, in your bed, with his elbow in the pillow and his fist against his cheek. One of the winds moves to brush a bit of your hair away from your face.
You snuggle deeper into the covers, suddenly not as cold anymore. “A bit boring but productive.”
“Can’t argue with those.” He grins.
You smile back and yawn. “What about you?”
“Do you want the short story or the long?”
“Long. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#linked universe x reader#lu sky#modern au#magical girl au#do you all like these little inverse teasers?#I'm having a blast world building#Phoenix is his super hero name#but I promise it's all Sky#secret identities haven't been exposed yet in this case
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Greetings everyone,
I am the former head moderator, the one whom A labeled a stalker and accused of many other horrendous things.
I admit I have handled the entire situation in the worst possible way. However, everything I've stated has been truthful, I have not lied, nor tried to manipulate the events that transpired or anyone. I tried to make up for them before, and I took full responsibility for my actions.
However, she is also accountable for her actions. She distorted the truth, lied relentlessly, and shared private conversations along with personal and sensitive information about me. If I were what she claimed me to be, I would have disclosed sensitive information about her that she shared with me previously. Before this, I had only ever criticized her as a developer, not as a person. It took me many months to decide to take the path you are now experiencing, and it took me some time to mentally handle seeing the conversations you are about to witness.
I regret that it had to come to this, but her lies painted me as a malicious and dangerous person, and her words haunt me constantly, and thus I feel that I must disprove her lies. Additionally, she claimed that my contributions to the team were useless and that I was terrible at my job. I will counter that as well; however, please keep in mind that there are still many things I will not share - regards to work and others as well. I have several documents, lists, and explanations on features, summaries of the community's wishes, economy, balancing, and other essential aspects that I am not sharing because I do not want them to use my work any further. And not just in that regard, there is always more evidence to support that she was lying about other things as well, but there are only so many messages I can mentally handle to see.
On that note, I will also mention that they are using a lot of my work on the site without giving credits, even though our contract specified they would grant me that, along with 5$/hour of work. The final payment for 9 hours I have never received.
Also, I made sure to show at least part of the last message of the previous screenshot in a sequence. So unlike with A's screenshots, you know I am not twisting the events. And since she revealed her first name in the screenshots she shared, I did not bother covering that up.
In the months that happened since, I have come to see things more clearly. They were generally super resistant to all changes, and I have carefully explained several times that their game is leaning toward pay-to-win and is too grindy. I told them how to fix it — e.g., raise CAT token yield for 10, reduce MS item prices, make random rare drops, make it possible to find moonstones in the campaign, etc. The only time they really listened was with the EA backlash and when I told them to change the expansions to pebbles — only to revert it back to MS after I was fired. Their resistance to such changes makes me believe they intended to make the game pay-to-win and create a situation where people feel the urge to spend money to make progress. They are fully aware of what they are doing, as I explained how to do the opposite several times. This is confirmed by the sheer amount of merch and their sudden return for an MS sale. I also explained the importance of communication and several other things they failed to follow. With all the complex explanations I gave to them and how many times I told them the community's wishes, at this point, their behavior is not inexperienced but malicious.
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PS.: since I am sending it anonymously I will take a screenshot of this message and post it in the linked drive. It is unlikely that I will post again, however, if I do I will put a screenshot of that message to the drive as well. This is to ensure that no one will attempt to send messages in my name.
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Because I can't let it go and I'm an east coaster. Enjoy waking up to this:
Kate tries so hard to make sure the kids are not impacted by her and Yelenas argument. She and Yelena are in agreement on that so with the kids, it's business as usual, but kids got these stupid things called brains and feelings so they know their moms are having problems.
Maks, fearing for his family staying together, apologizes for being upset that Yelena missed the play. Yelena can either break or look at Kate like "he forgives me, why can't you" because I genuinely think she's so analytical and book smart, she forgets feelings so she could really go either way on that.
But you just have the kids walking on eggshells around them and Kate hates it but Yelena keeps saying "we need to get over this" which isn't an apology. It's kicking the can down the road. And so they're in therapy one day and Kate just goes OFF about not letting her kids feel abandoned and Yelena should understand why that issue is so important.
I need to go lay down.
You really can't dangle angst in front of me and expect me to resist. Here's 2k words of "moms are fighting" like that other anon said lol.
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Yelena pokes her head into the dimly lit office where her wife sits, intently pouring over stacks of documents.
"Hey. You coming to bed?" Kate flips a page and scribbles a note on the edge. "You don't have to sleep in the guest room...You should come to bed...I stopped at La Perla on my way home and bought some new things I could show you. You never say no to a private fashion show." Kate thumbs a few pages back and cross-references that data with the one on the current page. Yelena is blatantly getting iced out. The blonde nods and sighs. "Well, at least I know you'll have to talk to me on Friday from four to four fifty."
Yelena references their standing bi-weekly couple's therapy appointment in jest, mostly trying to lighten the air between them. She loathes that Kate can hold a grudge like no one else.
"It's not a joke, dude. None of this has ever been a joke to me." Kate rebuffs her without looking up from the splayed-out folders.
"Are you implying it is to me?"
Yelena steps inside, closes the door behind her, approaches one of the two plush chairs across from Kate’s desk, and unceremoniously plops herself onto it.
"You treat it...us...very aloofly when you feel like it. Like things you can put on a shelf when it's inconvenient to have us around, so, yah. I guess I am."
"You always have the drama dialed up to twelve." Yelena states, her tone lighthearted. She's frankly pushing to minimize this, not maliciously, but because she needs it to go away. Yelena needs them to be okay again. She can only handle them being in a weird place for so long before it starts to drive her slightly mad, and this has already been going on for weeks now. Slowly escalating until it all blew up.
Kate huffs and shakes her head incredulously.
"Maybe people are right. Maybe we do marry versions of our parents because you're exactly like my mom."
W O O F. Kate could've called her wife a slur and it would've stung less than being compared to either of Kate's parents, particularly Eleanor.
"The hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"You're a genius. Figure it out."
"Why are you hellbent on making this worse? He forgave me. Why can't you?"
"Dude..." Kate swallows an aggravated, throaty groan. "Sometimes I can't figure out if you're actually this dumb outside your little lab or if you pretend to be so I let you get away with shit."
"You're angry. I get it. But don't insult me. I draw the line at disrespect. We can talk this through without going low or being childish."
A bitter laugh escapes Kate.
"You seriously have zero self-awareness. It's stunning to watch. You should have one of your coworkers observe you. 'Genius who's a fucking idiot in disguise: a study in how she gets through life.' could win you some awards. That's all you care about anyway."
"Yeah, we're going to do this in therapy because I'm not letting you goad me into saying something I don't mean."
"Whatever."
Yelena stands and attempts to walk away, but Kate's reply forces her right back down.
"Stop acting like a child, Katherine. I have three of those already. Don't need a fourth."
"You remembered you have kids?! AN EARLY CHRISTMAS MIRACLE."
Yelena rises again and manages to walk a few feet this time, but she eventually pivots and stomps back. Kate has successfully managed to push her buttons.
"I told you. I told you so many times that more than one was a bad idea. I'd be stretched thin. It's why my parents only had me. My mom knew this career is complicated. Time-consuming. But unlike you, my dad listened. He got it and they acted accordingly. Responsibly."
Halfway through her diatribe, Kate jumps in and begins talking over her wife.
"I'm sorry I can't be a perfect, obedient lap dog like your dad. I wanted a big family. You always knew that."
"AND YOU KNEW I DIDN'T! You knew it. We talked about it for years. You should've married someone who wanted the same things."
"You should've just said no if you weren't going to be around."
"Do you even remotely comprehend that it’s basically impossible to say 'no' to you?! Remember the cabin? I told you I didn't want kids and you threatened to leave me, Kate. You asked for a divorce, said you were done with me if we didn't."
"Don't rewrite history now. You said you weren't ready yet. YET. Not that you didn't want them at all."
"It was so clear. It was clear what I meant."
"Words have meanings. You can't change them retroactively. That is NOT what you said."
"Maybe not at that moment, but I told you I had doubts before that day. More than once. You heard what you wanted to hear."
"One is a mistake. Four is a pattern."
"You wouldn't stop asking! I wanted to make you happy. That's all I've ever wanted. Obviously Maks...after......Maks was my idea. I know that. I needed it after the...It felt wrong not to try again. And you were so upset. You tried to bury it, but I could see it. I always know. I knew it would make you happy to try again."
"They're not some consolation prize, dude. What is wrong with you?"
"I never said they were. Don't put words in my mouth."
"Can you leave? I have work to do."
"I love them. More than I think I could ever quantify."
"You're doing the bare minimum. Congratulations. Good for you."
"Stop being an asshole. I'm trying to have a conversation."
"I got shit to do."
Yelena doesn't move, mind racing. After a long beat, she speaks anew.
"Maybe it's my pride, maybe it is...but do you have any idea how hard it is to feel so incredibly subpar at the ONE THING you're desperate to be great at? I don't have to try at work. That's innate to me. It's easy. This...all of it...I feel like I'm treading water every day. There's not one day that I've gone to bed feeling I've done a good job with them. I think I can be a good partner, most of the time at least. I feel like I did it for a long time before we had them, so I can confidently say I'm no less than competent on that front, but I've never felt anything except terrible at being a mom. It's an awful thing to come to terms with every single night. I don't think there's been ONE night since Alex was born when I don't beat myself up over everything I did wrong or could've done better that day before I fall asleep. It's suffocating sometimes, Kate. I often feel like the weight of my own disappointment is smothering me. Add yours on top of that and…it’s not easy for me. None of it. You're a better mom than me. Always have been. They love you more too and I get it. I get it. It's understandable. If I were in their shoes, I would too."
"It's not a competition. Never has been."
"Sure. Doesn't mean this come naturally to only one of us and it certainly isn't me. Sometimes it feels like the best thing I can do for all of you is stay out of your way. You seem to do fine without me when I'm not around."
"We've kind of had to learn to lately. You checked out."
"I didn't."
"This is your dissertation all over again."
"If you felt that way, why wouldn't you say something? We promised we would never let it get that bad again. We said we wouldn't."
"I can't spell everything out for you."
"I also can't read your mind."
"Trust me. You don't need mentalist skills to put two and two together. You just don't care enough to pay attention."
"Why do you go out of your way to say things that hurt me when you're angry? You know I care. Of course I care."
"Why do YOU go out of your way to DO things that hurt ME?! ALL.THE.TIME! All the time, dude."
"I don't mean to."
"That would be an excuse for almost anyone else, but you've got a big ass brain, so...try again. Not good enough."
"I don't know how else to apologize for missing the play."
"This is so much bigger than the play! My god, it's impossible to talk to you."
"Try."
"Yelena, I have work. This is the third time I've asked you to leave my office."
"Work is more important than this?"
Kate's eyes shoot up from her computer screen to scowl directly at Yelena.
"Don't play that bullshit with me right now because that would be RICH coming from you."
"I'm only trying to talk."
Kate doesn’t offer an answer and refocuses on her work instead.
Yelena is not deterred. She’s not leaving.
They sit silently. Kate examines papers then types as anger oozes out of each pore. Yelena wordlessly follows her every move with her eyes.
After around a dozen minutes of Kate trying to play it cool while her wife's gaze bores into her, she forcefully shuts her computer and glares at Yelena.
"My entire fucking childhood, I had to watch my parents pick other shit over us. I won't let you do it to them. I know what it did to me, what it did to Deej and I'm breaking that pattern. I also won't force them to watch us do this charade of pretending to be okay for their sake. Either we fix it...YOU fix it...or it's done."
"So what? You want me to quit my job? Become a stay-at-home mom?"
"No. I just need you to get your fucking priorities straight."
"So it's you, or it's done?"
"'Prioritize your family over work' is a pretty fucking basic ask, dude. Don't make me sound irrational because I'm not."
"Why do you always do this? Why do you always throw divorce around so flippantly the moment we have big issues come up?"
Kate stands from her chair.
"If you're not letting me work, I'm going to bed. I'm exhausted."
"If you truly want to break the pattern, then stop running away like your parents did..."
"Yelena." Kate speaks over her wife. Firmly. A blatant warning that she should stop going down that path.
"...They blow relationships up every time things get hard because it's easier to walk away than to work at it."
"Don't bring my parents into this."
"You already compared me to your parents. Twice."
"If you don't want that, quit acting like them. Simple. I'm going to sleep. In the guest room."
"You're the one who always walks away..."
"Yelena, I swear to fucking god...Stop talking."
"...and I'm the one always chasing."
"Must be nice living in an alternate fucking reality. For someone who claims they don't want a divorce, you sure love to do everything in your power to push me to it."
"You know what, Kate? Fine. You want to be away from me this badly? I'll go to a hotel tonight then stay with my parents starting tomorrow. You come find me when you're ready to stop acting like your father and are willing to have a conversation with me like the adults we're supposed to be."
"Do whatever the fuck you want. It's what happens anyway."
"Good."
"GREAT."
Kate storms out of the office, leaving Yelena behind. The blonde exhales explosively and allows her head to sag between her shoulders.
That's not how tonight was supposed to go, but Yelena is too proud to back off from the threat now. She has to call Kate’s bluff at some point, or they will get stuck in this cycle forever. Now might be as good a time as any to see how far her wife is willing to take this.
...Seems like she has to go pack.
#moms are both idiots#theyre both wrong but theyre both also right#will you start discourse over this as usual???#only time will tell#kyfbaup#kyfbau#anonymous#answers
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WORSHIP PATIENCE
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Honestly this is the only thing that came to my mind and it was circling my thoughts for a week now. Anyway. I think Percival likes to fuck with the other people working for Rockwell or Akande and only helps them quickly if they give him stationery.
Another point is that, if you take Phineas's side and never betray him, it's clear that no one is going to, well, deal with the cartographer. So that's what Patience gets to do uwu
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"I am here to see the Adjutant."
The man behind the desk looked at her with a look full of disinterest and maybe a little bit of anger, seeing how she interrupted his stationery arranging ritual, and fixed the position of his glasses, as if to make her wait even more. "Are you, now?" How she wanted to punch him in the face.
"It's about the case. With the maps." Percival stared at her, acting like he's the most bored man in Halcyon. You're so lucky you don't see me rolling my eyes at you. Sometimes wearing a helmet was so helpful. "You know what I mean."
"Yeah, yeah," he sighed and leaned back on the chair. "Took quite long to do it, huh?"
"There was another guy going after it."
"Uh-huh."
"So, are you going to let me in or not?"
"No."
Patience took a deep breath to look calm, despite being a total opposite. She wanted to grab him by his collar and yell, Are you fucking serious? You think I won't tell her that I'm late because of you? You think she won't do anything to you because you're Chairman's favorite assistant? Luckily, the guards standing all around the room reminded her why she shouldn't. "Why not?"
He looked at the pile of pens on his table. "I heard you were on Eridanos a week ago..."
"Of course." She reached into one of her pockets and took out a pen, and gently handed it to him. "Here you go."
He smirked and put it next to the pile. "Thank you."
"You're always welcome." Just because you are the most important guy's assistant doesn't mean we should worship you like this. "So...Adjutant? Can I see her?"
"Of course, of course." He called the room and the door opened. "It was nice to see you."
Well fuck you too. "You too."
Patience walked into the room. It always felt weird, to be in the Adjutant's office and explaining how things went, while she looks at you with almost blank face. Patience was scared of her, but also admired her a lot.
She bowed slightly and placed the documents on the desk. "These were in her office. And she's...in the maintenance tunnels. No one will go there anyway."
"I'll send someone to make sure she won't be found." Akande's voice sounded weird, as if she was doing her best to conceal a strong emotion.
"There was this other gu-"
"No need for details, I don't care." She picked up a folder, thicker than the folders Patience had usually seen. By the color of the cover she could guess that it was related to another target, information collected all over the colony by Board loyalists. "There is a scientist who has commited some unforgivable crimes and is working with Phineas Welles. I want him in this room as soon as possible."
"I don't think the guards on the first floor will let me carry a body into the elevator, even if I said it's for you."
"I need him alive. Do not kill him, do not even think about it."
"Why?"
"He has...information." Akande muttered and reached for another paper. A wanted poster, fresh off the print, based on the smell. Patience read it quickly.
"Must be important information if he's done all that."
"Yes. He's not supposed to be here. In this colony. In this time. And that's why he knows something important."
"What is he, a time traveler? A fugitive from another colony?" She wanted to say a joke for once, she'll risk it, "A suddenly revived Hope colonist?"
Adjutant narrowed her eyes. A surprising reaction she didn't assume she would get. Clearly, whatever happened, this man has made her day awful. Patience hoped the joke won't make her angrier.
Before she could explain that it was a joke, Akande nodded. "Yes, he's from the Hope." She paused and looked into her eyes. "But if you mention it to someone else, you can find yourself in the same situation as him. Got it?"
Patience nodded, fighting against the will to escape the room. "Yes, ma'am."
"Now go."
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A lovely sight
Timari January: Day 20 (This is a date, isn’t it?) by @maribat-calendar-events
Summary: Breaking and entering at the same time is definitely a date.
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Marinette laced her hands behind her back, following after Red Robin like she was a puppy that was eyeing up the treat in his hand.
“Don’t you have better things to do?” He sighed, glancing around a corner before nodding – mostly to himself – and continuing forward.
“Nah, I’ve got everything I came for,” she said, swinging her bag for emphasis.
“Then why aren’t you leaving?”
She grinned. “I'm not stupid, Red, I know that anything you’re after would be worth quite a lot.”
“Won’t be worth much if you don’t know how to use it.”
“I’m not a bat,” she reminded him. “I’m perfectly willing to get help. I’ll hire someone if I have to.”
“Yeah? Then I guess I’m going to start applying for a specific job position hundreds of times.”
“Aw, you want to spend time with me that bad?”
He rolled his eyes (they were gray) and went back to ignoring her, trying door after door in search of�� well, something. Marinette wasn’t really sure. She knew that there was a goldmine of information on site – the people running the place were decently important members of the Court of Owls, and most rich people were absolutely arrogant enough to keep classified documents without proper defenses. She didn’t know the nature of the information, but she knew she could use it as leverage or sell it for personal gain, so she would like to get her hands on it.
“Well, it looks like we’re out of the bed and guest rooms…” she said, quietly relieved. She had already walked in on people ‘making the most of the night’ enough to last a lifetime. In fact, walking in on people zero times would have been enough to satisfy her for life. She was not having a good time. “I’m guessing we’re looking for a study? Or an office?”
“Why do you ask?” He sighed, glancing up from the room he had opened up. It looked to be a greenhouse of sorts. Rich people.
“Because I want to help, obviously,” she said, smiling sweetly.
“You don’t even know what to look for,” he reminded her carefully. “You need me to find anything of use.”
“I’m just going to steal the CPU and every file I get my hands on.”
A simple method, maybe, but hey, it works.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t do that.”
“You could always tell me what we’re looking for,” she said.
“I am looking for stuff that can put them behind bars.”
She hummed a little, nodding to herself. Yeah, that could definitely be used to extort them. Especially since there was no way that a family as rich as this would actually go to jail. Sorry, Red Robin, she should probably tell you of her doubts, but she’s a realist and a capitalist.
They got approximately three doors down before Marinette’s ears picked something up. She blinked and glanced back at the end of the hallway, where she could hear the steel toe boots of the guards clanking as they headed their way. They were moving fast – not quite running, but certainly moving with urgency. Which meant they were suspicious.
She glanced back at the door she had just unlocked. It was a study, almost definitely the one that they were looking for based on the sheer amount of filing cabinets there, but she couldn’t see any hiding places. Besides, the place was supposed to be locked. If they so much as tried the knob, they would realize where they were hiding.
But if they were suspicious already then it would be difficult for them to get into the room later. If the guards didn’t see Red Robin and Marinette there, and saw nothing out of place, then they would expect for them to head there later.
She tipped her head from side to side, considering.
She rushed in and threw open some cabinets, tossing aside manila folders and individual papers alike.
“The hell are you doing?” Red Robin hissed. “They’re going to check here first, we need to go.”
She didn’t bother answering. She glanced around, making sure the place looked sufficiently ruined.
He held a hand out for her, jerking his head in a way that screamed ‘hurry up’ without actually screaming because they didn’t want to get caught –.
She nodded to herself before taking the hand and allowing him to drag her to the door.
They poked their heads out the moment the guards stepped into the hall.
There was a beat as the two pairs locked eyes, frozen in a mix of shock and horror.
And then Red Robin yanked on her arm and they were stumble-running for the nearest place to hide.
They slipped into the greenhouse, and Marinette threw the door closed behind herself, locking it.
Marinette breathed a tiny sigh as she stepped back. It wouldn’t hold them for long, but it would hold them.
“We know you’re in there!” The person yelled, and there was a terrible clanging sound as they beat against the doorknob.
“Get fucked!”
“Open up or we’ll make you!”
“Yeah? Do it!”
The knob broke off, and with it the lock. The door started to open.
Okay, well, yeah, that one was on her.
“Occupied!” Marinette yelled through the new crack, pushing the door closed again and throwing all of her weight into holding it. At least the hinges were on their side. It was much easier to hold the door closed that way.
Red Robin wrung his hands, looking around. There was plenty of vegetation to hide in, but would that really matter? They knew they were there.
And then his eyes lit up with something that might have been realization.
“Hold the door!”
“I’m sorry, the fuck did you think I was doing before?! Leaning against it for fun?!”
He started moving aside plants frantically, shoving a few in front of the door as if a tiny pot of aster was really going to help her hold back the people ramming into the door as hard as they could.
An alarm started to blare.
“Well, I guess this is a lovely place to die,” she muttered.
“We’re not dying here. I am not dying with you.”
But it didn’t work like that, they both knew.
Her eyes slid from place to place, drinking in the sights. They would be the last ones she’d ever see, after all. No one comes back from screwing over rich people.
So, she should enjoy it while she can.
Flowers of all colors. Blues, purples, yellows, whites, and greens. She recognized a few as aconite plants, though she couldn’t move close enough to see what type.
There was a stone bench crowded underneath a gorgeous cherry tree in the center of the room. Maybe the tree would have been a problem, as it made it difficult for the sun to get through, but in a place like Gotham it didn’t matter.
Sun lamps shone down on them, and it was the closest she had ever been to actually feeling sunlight in a long while. It was nice.
A couple of butterflies fluttered around, disturbed by the banging on the door. One landed on her shoulder, and she smiled at it.
Through the glass wall on the opposite side of the room, she could see bright smears of neon lights.
“What a waste,” she breathed. “That such a lovely, romantic sight should be wasted on us.”
Red Robin pulled back to look at her, his skin flushed from all of the rushing he had been doing. “Well, who says we can’t be romantic? This is a date, isn’t it?”
She giggled. It sounded a little manic, even to her own ears. “Oh? Take all the girls to do B&E on your first dates, then, Red?”
“I mean, why not? What better way is there to tell if you’re compatible than to try and work your way out of a life-or-death situation together?”
She laughed, and this one was far less strained. “Oh, and how are we doing?”
She had expected him to banter back, to say something about how they weren’t meant to be, but he drew back from his spot and revealed a vent he had unscrewed.
“You tell me.”
Marinette’s eyes widened.
And then she glanced back at the door, the butterfly fluttering off in protest of the sudden motion. But she didn’t care.
“Move the bench over here.”
#timari january 2023#timari#timinette#shutterbug#timmari#maribat#tim drake#red robin#marinette dupain cheng#ladybug
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Taming Paper Chaos
Something I think comes with being home more is you wind up seeing your mess more and that takes a toll when it is literally your only place to be. One thing that I struggled with for years that I finally have seemed to turn a corner on is paper clutter. While I have most things on paperless, there’s always still papers that I need to organize, whether because I have to keep a hard copy or those things that just don’t have paperless options.
Note: If you don’t have your own place, I have options for bedroom and backpack options further down.
My System
I looked at A LOT of paper organization systems over the years and the one I’ve settled on is mostly inspired by the Minimal Mom on YouTube. One main difference is I have to keep my action items visual or I will absolutely forget them.
I also don’t have “long term files” the way she does. I’m not sure why but it’s not really been relevant in my life. Perhaps because I don’t have kids and am not likely to be able to own a house.
A note - do not put this in your ideal place. Put this where people are dumping all their papers anyways. That’s usually going to be a flat surface, so try to find or make a vertical one right near it.
With that in mind, here is my system.
Pretty underwhelming right? But let’s talk about the components. The most visual part are my action items which I clip to the front of the fridge. All items get tagged with the task associated with them. This is...so key. Before I’d clip things up and it felt like it would take forever to deal with so I avoided them. Now I realize most paper items really only require one or two tasks at most to deal with and I’m keep the executive functioning of deciding what to do separate from the executive functioning of deciding when to do it.
I also don’t fuck with due dates anymore. I just date them with the date they went up on the fridge so I can see how much time has elapsed. As you can see, this one has become a stuck task. I don’t feel too guilty about it because I know I’m working through the wall of awful around it and I’ll get to it when I can. I clear most things by the end of the week they go up. Anything that stays longer than a month - probably a stuck task.
My items get clipped to the right side of the fridge and get green post it notes and my partner’s get clipped to the left side and get purple post it notes. That way it’s very easy to see who has what task and I don’t feel like I need to nag because it’s very clear, that’s hers and it’s her decision how to handle it. I don’t need to worry about it.
I also use the post it notes to request her to do non routine tasks I need her to do (lifting things so I don’t throw out my back, maintenance she’s qualified to do but I’m not, etc). It cuts down on nagging because she sees it when she sees it and can decide to do it whenever she feels like it. She generally prefers to texts her requests of me which I’m fine with.
Next is the time will tell bin. Coupons you’re not sure you’re gonna use - they go here. Catalogs you might order from - also go here. Can’t think of the next steps with an item but you figure you probably shouldn’t throw it out - put it here.
The idea with this bin is that is that you go through it every so often, either as if gets full or at regularly scheduled intervals. You see what’s expired, what’s out of season, what’s no longer important to you and you toss those things out. At some point you’ll get tired of seeing something every time you go through it and probably toss it. Or you won’t and it’s fine because it’s contained in this little bin.
The rule with this bin though is that you can only keep what fits in this bin. If it’s piled up to the point where it’s falling out on the sides, you gotta find something that’s less interesting or relevant to you to get rid of.
Last is the important documents folder. This is for ID documents, legal documents, taxes, housing information like current and past leases, etc. This one was supposed to be very bright green so it would be easy to spot and direct people to in an emergency buuut the seller did not send what was pictured and I’m making do with this until I can swap it out. I sit it under the time will tell bin so it’s easy to file things when I’m sorting mail.
If you only have a room...
If you’re in a dorm, living with roommates, or staying with family, you probably don’t have a big fridge to use to clip up action items. You could swap it for something like a bulletin board but I’m partial to wall grids like this and bulldog clips. You can attach them with removeable wall hooks so they’re very dorm/renter friendly. If you’re short on space you can even put one up on the back of a door.
I still think it’s important to tag the paper items with the task associated with them and the date you put it up. Some grids have options for bins for pens and the like which would accommodate some post it notes as well, that way you can keep them close at hand.
That takes care of your action items and the rest can stay the same. Find a spot on a shelf for your time will tell bin and important document folder. Set a reminder to go through it as often as you’d like to if it’s some place you will not easily see it fill up.
If you’re very mobile...
If you’re very mobile, whether that’s for work or you don’t have a stable living situation or perhaps you’re young and you’re going between the houses of parents who’ve separated each week, you still have options.
For your action items, I recommend a clear pocket folder with a zip so things don’t get lost and you can clearly see when it has items in it. I’d recommend putting the most urgent item at the front so it stays top of mind. You can keep some post its and a pen in the folder itself and make a rule to tag things with their action before you put it in the folder.
For your time will tell bin, I’d probably use an opaque pocket folder with a zip. I don’t need to see what’s in it. If I need it, I’ll go looking for it and I’ll clear through it at least once a month anyways. If you get catalogs occasionally, it should be big enough to accommodate those - one of the main things that gets stuck in my time will tell bin especially in spring. It does mean you’ll have less space than a bin so you’ll probably have to churn through it quicker.
You could also opt for a small accordion folder that isn’t brightly colored - to contrast with your important docs folder. I’d personally worry that that’d make me feel like I needed to sort things into categories which would slow me down and overwhelm me so I probably wouldn’t opt for that. But if that works better for you, go for it!
And your important documents folder once again would stay the same - brightly colored accordion folder with tabs for personal ID docs, taxes, health records, etc.
Since these are less visual, it’s extra important to set a reminder on your phone or calendar to nudge you to check them. I’d check the action folder at least once a week and I’d check the the time will tell bin whenever it starts getting full or monthly. Ideally whenever you’re setting up at a place, I’d keep them in a visual place, but I also get sometimes you’re moving literally everyday and that might be a hassle. Use your judgment.
If you’ve got a backpack with a laptop pocket, consider getting a laptop sleeve for your computer and using the pocket for keeping your paper system in place. Keep it and your planner or bullet journal all in one place and you’ll always know where to look or in an emergency, where to direct people to.
Flow
You have a document that you know isn’t trash.
Is it important?
>>> If yes, is it urgent/requires action?
>>>>>> If yes, tag it with an action and today’s date. Put with action items.
>>>>>>If no, file in important documents folder.
>>> If no or I don’t know, put in time will tell bin.
What About...
...school work?
Personally, depending on the amount of paper I’m getting from school, I’d probably just file it according to this system. Tag action items. Time will tell. Important docs - maybe a section for syllabi. I’d also probably use it mostly as an intermediary - digitize what needs digitized, get tasks into my task system (bullet journal; collections).
But it really depends on what kind of school work you’re doing as to whether that would work. If you’re doing courses that are very paper heavy, an additional system for that work specifically might be needed.
…receipts, more extensive financial files?
That is not my bag. I avoid that shit like the plague. Check out this video for mid and long term filing options.
If you’re dealing with someone’s affairs after they’ve passed away, I highly recommend making a separate system (action, time will tell, important docs) for those items as they’re draining to see mixed in with your day to day items. Consider setting up a system like I describe for people who are very mobile and keeping it near by your main system so it’s easy put things where they need to go but you don’t have to look at it all the time.
...children’s art work?
Memory boxes are great, for you and for kids. Check out this video.
...schedules, papers I need to reference?
Tag schedules with a post it reminder to put the dates in your calendar, then toss (or scan and toss). For information you need to reference, use a scanner app on your phone to digitize it and attach to a calendar item if relevant or file with digital references.
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Messy trait
Hey Im Sara Im back at it again with another Rare Trait to add to the collection! I decided that
okay we did a serious one lets have fun with this one why don’t we and here we go the messy
trait was born. Have you ever had one of those people that just irked the hell out of you or
always stuck their nose in your business or opened their big mouth about everything? This trait
is a little on my petty side. I was poking fun not only at some folks a little but I was like oh my
gosh I hope and pray I don't get canceled for this trait!! So Simmer grab ya home girls or bros
and let's get real messy (I AM NOT LEGALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY TROUBLE YOUR SIM
GETS INTO!)
Xxx, Dkitten34
Ok Simmers here's the details on this little old trait of mine:
~It comes with 15 buff replacements (if any are not working let me know!)
~12 proxy buffs to have you and your save on its toes!
ID please! 🪪 Ages for this trait are Teens-Elders
(but hun I got you covered if you want to stay messy for life)
💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
~A Rare trait exclusive bonus ;)
~Your Sims' needs will speed up by 1.5.
In terms of relationships in the categories love,friends and mischief
~Your sims will level up by 1.1.
The party doesn't stop right?
~When you have this trait you will never feel embarrassed or uncomfortable ever again!
~Making drinks, mischief, social and dancing skills will increase by 1.5.
Lastly Messy sims love to be cocky and confident so why no double that; so I did
When your sim is feeling confident it will double by 2.
Do you want this lil messy troublemaker to stay around? Well your in luck
😉
With this Rare Trait Exclusive once your sim reaches adulthood aging will be blocked!!
✨All my mods are playtested and are up to date with the latest patch:PC:1.105.332.1020/Mac: 1.105.332.1220 ✨
I hope you enjoy being a little messy!😜
How to Download: 📂
THIS IS IMPORTANT I noticed that in my download count most didn’t download the package file as well
You need both for the mod to work properly.
Open your file folder folder go to the file named Electronic arts it should be in your documents section of your files. Click it!
Click on the next folder named The Sims 4 after that find your mods folder, that is the folder where you’ll be placing the Messy Trait in.
Go to downloads and drag both of those to your mods folder make sure since its a script file it is no more than one subfolder deep!
A tip make sure to delete your local thumbcache it has a tendency to store old mod data that is in the same folder labeled The Sims 4
Also when deleting old mods do the same delete that cache babes
Last step when you load up the game make sure to go in game options and click enable mods and and click enable script mods!
My TOU:
If you decide to download any and use any of my content, please don’t post them on any other sites.
Do not put them behind a paywall site.
Please if you want to credit me on any posts, I would like to see what trouble your Sims get into with my content
And Please don’t alter or repackage my files in any way.
Thank you again for joining me on my modding journey and enjoy!!
PLUR And in Plumbob we trust!
EA tag DaddysKitten34 (Let's be besties!)
#the sims 4#sims 4#my sims#my simmies#sims#ts4 simblr#simblog#simblur#sims community#sims 4 cc#sims 4 community#the sims mods#the sims#the sims community#the sims cc#sims traits#messy trait
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14.02.2024 Wednesday
1/100 days of productivity
Probably in the following days I will write the goals in the morning and I will edit at night to check them off, but today I am writing all at night instead.
Today I had course registration, which in my uni is quite hard since there are so many people and so few classes. Registration was at 10 so I woke up at 8 to finish my preparations (in addition to previous night). I settled in my dorm, put everything in their places, that took some time. It is also Valentine's Day today (happy happy Valentine's!), so I spent some time with my SO.
goals for today:
course registration (✓)
draw/write final course schedule (✓)
organize clothes & stuff (✓)
check Erasmus links & documents (✓)
clear previous term's folder for this term
reply to the goddamn emails I have been putting off for a week (✓)
send other important emails (deadline approaching) (the horrors)
run (✓)
Yess I ran todayyy! I am so excited for this, I hate running I am so unfit, but I love running if I run in a forest and that's what I did!! I hope I run again tomorrow I love this! (Some dogs chased me though, that was not fun)
My lectures start on Monday so until then there might not be a whole lot to do, but I will still try to be productive.
See you all tomorrow!
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(never stopping with the asks atp) how would the ros react if they were to try to say something but couldn't, because mc keeps peppering them with kisses on their face?
Sorry if I took a bit of time, to answer this anon!
The incandescent light flickered in the room. Behind a polished oak desk, sat a person going over important documents that was delivered early this morning. Their body was exhausted, but they knew for a fact if they didn't put their stamp of approval on these documents now, there would be hell to pay earlier.
Bright gold light shimmered in the far corner of the room.
"What is it?" The person behind the desk, demanded without looking up.
"My lord Noble MC is here."
The person behind the desk, waved their hand. "Show them in."
Cadmus
MC jumped into his arm, with their face scrunched up. "Did someone bully you?"
The MC wrapped their arms around his neck, leaning forward they pressed a kiss against the man's cheek. "Wh-" MC kissed the man's other cheek. Their eyes gleamed with an unspeakable light. Cadmus pursed his lips. His patience isn't the best. But for his lover, he has to be the most patient and diligent. Cadmus once again opened his mouth to speak. This time the mc lips landed on his mouth. Their lips curled into a smug smile. Endure. Cadmus thought to himself. Another kiss landed on his left eye, when he opened his mouth again. This time Cadmus was at wits end! He had been kissed over four times by the mc, today is not his birthday or their anniversary. What are they planning. He placed the mc none too gentle atop the unsigned documents. "Don't make trouble!" He growled condescendingly. MC loomed closer, to pepper a trail of kisses from his right eye down to his Adam apple, with goosebumps following in its path. Cadmus eyes darkened. "Remember you started this!" As soon as those words left the vermillion eyes man mouth, Mc lips were captured in an aggressive kiss.
Atticus
[Reread bae Cadmus reaction. But this time use Atticus name.]
Nyssa/Nyala
They rose from their seat, to welcome their spouse. MC immediately pounced on them. Nyssa/Nyala opened their arm, to catch them. "Be-" their words were cut shot, by the MC giving them a big wet smooch on their ear. Nyala/Nyssa cheeks burned in embarrassment. "Dark-" their words were once again cut short by the MC pressing another hot kiss on their forehead. Nyala/Nyssa body shuddered. They couldn't help wondering if their lover has drank extensively while they were away. They leaned forward to sniff the mc mouth, but then one more kiss landed on the tip of their nose. Nyala/Nyssa looked at the mc dazedly. Do they want to tell them something? Their lover cupped their face, peppering kisses along their cheekbone. Nyala/Nyssa face was as red as a beetroot.
Trysten/Trista
They secretly closed the document folder, stuffing it into the draw. What exactly does the mc want? Could they be trying to escape their backyard again. They tapped their finger on the desk, awaiting the mc arrival. When the mc entered the room, trysten/Trista looked at them with an indifferent look on their face. "What is it-" their words were interrupted by a kiss that landed on their lips. When the mc proceed to pepper kisses on their face. Trysten/Trista pushed the mc away. They removed a white kerchief from their draw to wipe the wet mark from their face. "I am in no mood tonight."
The MC tried to approached them again to kiss them, two guards dressed in full black conjured out of thin air. "Bring noble mc back to their chambers." Trysten/Trista ordered coldly. They didn't even spare another glance at the mc when they were forcefully dragged out of the room.
Alright my beloved Anon thank your for the ask, stay safe. Have a wonderful rest of day.
#atticus#cadmus#nyala/Nyssa#trysten/trista#reaction to kisses#lovely anon#ask#trysten/trista reaction though. what a disappointment
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