#I got mail with lots of stickers and postcards
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Here is Valentine's Day GhostSoap fanfic 😌
Someone sends Soap anonymous valentines, and it would've been fine if not the text inside which disturbs him greatly. 1999 words.
Yeah, it's my knives on the photo :)
Johnny brought the mail into the house and began to lazily sorting the envelopes, newspapers, and flyers. Today, February 14, was the last day of his leave, and he had to go back to the base in a few hours, but for now he was at home and enjoying it.
“Maw!” Johnny shouted towards the kitchen. “Ye hae a letter from Aunt Agnes!”
He put the envelope aside, took the next one, and was surprised to see his name on it. Soap had no idea who could have sent him a paper letter, even to his parent’s house address, not to the base’s.
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“Maw!” Johnny shouted again. “Did ye tell anyone I was ‘ere?”
“No, dear,” Mrs. MacTavish said, looking out of the kitchen, “as ye asked. And what’s th’ matter?”
“Someone sent me a letter wi’ no name ‘n’ no return address." Soap rubbed the back of his head in confusion.
“Well, mibbie someone wanted tae confess his feelin’s tae ye on Valentine’s Day.” The woman gently stroked her son’s head. “Let’s go tae eat, dear.”
Johnny opened the enigmatic envelope in his room after breakfast. There was a postcard in the shape of a heart with standard greetings on one side. MacTavish grunted, turned it over, and everything inside him went cold. There were inscriptions made from letters cut out of magazines or newspapers, stickers with skulls, and an uneven heart made from photos of various knives. Feeling an unpleasant pressure in his chest, Johnny started to read crooked lines of words.
The first were lines from a song he knew very well:
‘Valentine is done
Here, but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity
We can be like they are’
After them, there were a few more words. ‘See you later,’ Soap read, ‘bye.’
It looked like a treat. It was a treat, and Johnny involuntarily looked around and then peeked out of the window, as if he expected to see the person who had sent this eerie postcard there. Of course, there was nothing suspicious on the street. Soap stood there for a few minutes, collecting his thoughts, then stuffed the postcard into his already packed bag and went downstairs. Whoever this madman is, he won’t spoil MacTavish’s last hours of his leave at his parent’s house.
Anxiety began to grip Soap again, as he was already flying back to the base. He wasn’t alone in the helicopter; there were other soldiers whose leave was over. Johnny stared at them involuntarily, wondering if the sender of the menacing valentine was among them.
“Hey, MacTavish!” One of them called, and Soap shuddered. “How did you spend your leave?”
“Ah was at home,” he answered. “Ate maw’s food, slept a lot, went fishing wi’ my da. And what about ye?”
The rest of the flight was spent in cheerful conversation, and Johnny relaxed a little. Gaz met him at the airstrip, eager to tell him all the latest news from the base as they made their way to the residential block.
“Well, I have to train rookies.” Kyle said when they got to the building. “See you later, mate!”
He left with a waving farewell, and Johnny’s insides went cold again because he immediately remembered the text of the creepy postcard. He walked down the corridor nervously, looking around, and almost ran into his room, slamming and locking the door behind him. Turning around, he breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes for a second, and then...
There was a postcard in the shape of a heart on the floor. It wasn’t far from the entrance, so it could be assumed that someone had pushed it under the door. Johnny carefully picked it up, turned it over, and read the text made from letters cut out of a magazine. ‘Be wary, my dear, as you walk alone,’ it said, ‘for on this night, you're never truly on your own.’
Johnny panicked again. Everything indicated that someone was watching him; someone knew where he was and what he was doing. Perhaps it was someone from the base, or he had connections here, a friend who, at his command, slipped the postcard into MacTavish’s room.
Soap was not given much time to think about all this. Price knocked on his door and ordered him to go help Gaz. Johnny wanted to say hello to Ghost first, but the captain told him that the man was busy with paperwork and, given the amount of it, wouldn’t be free until the evening.
Johnny walked to the training ground, looking around and tensing if anyone got too close. Gas noticed his strange behavior and, finding a free moment, took him aside.
“What’s wrong with you, mate?” Kyle asked. “You’re twitchy since returning from leave.”
“I’m fine,” Soap tried to smile. “I just need tae get used to it all again.”
Gaz didn’t believe him but didn’t ask any more questions, and they went back to training. The rookies needed a lot of attention, especially after one of them fell on the obstacle course and injured his arm. Kyle took him to the medical center, leaving Johnny to continue the training. He didn’t return until dinner because he had to write a report on the incident.
Objectively, nothing at the base had changed, but now MacTavish felt that someone was constantly watching him. He caught glances at himself and wondered if this person was the mysterious sender of the creepy valentines. That’s how the whole day passed, and, realizing that it couldn’t go on like this, Soap took the postcards and went to Price’s office.
“I need tae tell ye something, sir,” he said, approaching the captain’s desk.
Price looked at him intently and pointed on a visitor’s chair. He also noticed that something was wrong with the usually cheerful and friendly sergeant and worried about him.
“What happened, son?” He asked gently, looking at nervous Johnny.
“I think someone is stalking me,” MacTavish answered, sighing heavily. “I received a postcard tae my parents’ home address. And then I found another one in my room ‘ere at th’ base.”
With that, Soap placed both valentines in front of the captain. He took them, examined the inscriptions attentively, and looked up at the nervous sergeant.
“Son,” Price spoke cautiously, “what made you think they were sent by a stalker?”
“And how else?!” MacTavish exclaimed with resentment. “He knows where a'm, knows mah home address! And thae inscriptions? Thae ur true threats!”
“Well, the inscriptions are really weird,” the captain admitted. “And about the other... Tell me, son, who knows where you were on leave, who loves skulls and knives, and who gets a themed magazine every month?”
“Ghost,” Soap answered without thinking and froze with his mouth open. “Fucking hell… I’m an idiot, yeah?”
“That’s your words, not mine." Price got up and went to the exit. “Close the door when you leave.”
The captain left his office, and the sergeant grabbed a document from his desk, turned it over to a blank side, and started to write something concentrated.
The door of Ghost’s room was locked as usual, and Soap knocked until it was opened to him. He burst in, turned to the lieutenant, and saw that he looked very sad. It was visible despite the balaclava on his head.
“What do you want, Johnny?” Ghost asked, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Simon,” the sergeant exhaled, catching his breath, “it’s for ye!”
Ghost silently took from his hands a crookedly cut paper heart, on which was written: ‘I like ye too.’ Johnny watched his gaze change, and then the lieutenant looked up at him in confusion.
“Sorry for bein’ sae late,” Soap sighed and made puppy eyes. “I’m just an idiot, ‘n’ only now guessed that those postcards were from you.”
Johnny didn’t say that they scared him to not sound even more like a fool. Instead, he took the first valentine out of his pocket, turned it over, and, smiling, pointed to one of the knives that formed the heart.
“I like this one,” he said.
“You have a good taste." Ghost finally calmed down and smiled under his balaclava. “It’s the best one, and I hoped that you’ll choose it.”
He went to the closet and came back holding the knife from the picture.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Johnny.” The lieutenant said.
“Och, Simon…” Soap blushed like a boy, accepting the gift. “Thank ye! It’s sae cool! Och, hauld yer horses a second…”
The sergeant started rummaging through his pockets until he found a quid coin in one of them. He handed it to Ghost, and he took a symbolic payment so that the gift of the knife wouldn’t cut the relationship between him and Johnny.
“I have something for ye too,” Soap said. “I’ll bring it now!”
He ran to his room and soon returned with a neat box of chocolate chip cookies that his mother had baked for him. Handling the gift to Simon, Johnny rushed into the break room of TF 141 to make them tea. When he finally got back and sat down, the lieutenant looked at him and asked:
“Johnny, why did you make your valentine on the page from the annual budget of our unit?”
“What?..” Soap froze, blinking his eyes. “I… dinnae know, I just..."
The sergeant remembered that he took the first paper he saw and didn’t look at what exactly it was.
“Price will kill me,” he said finally. "So, mibbie, I deserve one kiss before death?”
“Maybe you want more than one kiss?” Ghost answered the question with a question and rose up the edge of his balaclava to the bridge of his nose. “Do you want to stay with me tonight?”
“Och, I want to!” Johnny smiled cheerfully and a little stupidly. “Will ye take off yer mask ‘n’ show yer face?”
“Negative,” the lieutenant answered composed, and took the cookie from the box.
On the morning of February 15, Johnny woke up in Simon’s arms. He really didn’t take off his balaclava; actually, it was the only thing he didn’t take off. His clothes were mixed with Soap’s on the floor by the bed. It was still dark outside, but the wake-up call had already ringed, so the lieutenant and the sergeant stirred and reluctantly started to get up and get dressed. They went to breakfast together and sat down at the table opposite Gaz, who came to the mess hall first.
“You’re kind of weird today, mates,” Kyle said, looking at the sergeant and the lieutenant.
“We just didn’t get enough sleep,” Johnny answered lazily, and then understood what he said. “I mean, separately, each in their room, you know.”
Soap coughed, and Gaz slowly looked from him to Ghost and back.
“And where is Price?” The lieutenant asked, changing the topic of their conversation.
“He took sandwiches and went to his office,” Kyle answered. “He said that he had to check and hand over some papers to the general.”
Johnny paled, but he didn’t have time to do anything. Price was already entering the dining room, and, seeing MacTavish at the table, he shouted angrily:
“Soap, you, son of a bitch!!”
“Better run,” Kyle advised, sipping his coffee.
“Yeah,” Johnny nodded and then looked at Ghost. “See ye later, Simon.”
Johnny jumped over the table, rushed to the window, and threw it open. Blowing Ghost an air kiss, he jumped out and sped away, followed by surprised looks from the soldiers and rookies.
“Do you know what’s going on?” Gaz asked Ghost.
“Negative,” the lieutenant lied.
“Oh, really?” Kyle absolutely didn’t trust him. “And since when does MacTavish call you by your name?”
“I don’t remember,” Ghost said, annoyed. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“So I can call you ‘Simon’ too?" Gas didn’t stop asking questions.
“Try it, and I’ll shoot you.” Ghost barked, took his tray, and went away quickly.
“Yeah, each in their room,” Gaz grunted, then smiled and finished his coffee.
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Progress report ! ૮ ºﻌºა ✨
kind of a work-in-progress diary for myself. v indulgent.
intense world of dick terrifying -
goin good! got a main character, some supporting characters, figuring out the big rivalry today. Gotta figure out a format. I was thinking of basing it off of the Day at the Airport book bc it's only about 11 spreads but there's a lot going on on each one. Could leave it a comic but I also want it to be printable hmm
catnips cantrips chooseyer-by-mail test -
learning a lot! the world-building has been reallllllly fun - like the kind of fun where you want to go a little deeper bc you like it not bc you have to. perfect situation. Gotta resolve the mix between the DM roleplay and the actual postcards. Made and branded a whole gmail account and character to handle lost postcards - Pizza Kentucky III of the Isekai Post Office.
Haven't been keeping up with the blog. But the blog is supposed to be more of a holding container than a 'thing'. One thing I did not expect to be learning was spreadsheets. Keeping track of names and addresses and choices and paths has given me a new perspective on pacing and structure.
Also? Been a great excuse to finally play with UV epoxy and it's so straightforward that I'm mad it took me so long.
media thats not just webcomics -
dunmeshi is out!!! Laios my beloved.
Still afraid to find and read Kotteri's Veil bc it will make me too feelings.
Started reading books I loved as a kid (Redwall!!!) and some story craft books (found an NPR list somewhere)
WRHP s2 -
started to feel like work but changing up the backgrounds freed me up, feels fun again
Sorcerer comic -
paused while I wait for fashion inspiration to pull the ending together
Emotional support paladin -
paused till I feel like it. It's got such a specific delivery style that I don't wanna force to get the story out, so i gotta wait for some story aspects to firm up
Bonnie & Clawd -
more of a character study than a comic - fun to practice cutie pies cuddling. But... how DO birds and wolves smooch. Saw a youtube video about how ravens and wolves are friends and work together. So perfect.
Valentines day thing -
got some supplies coming tomorrow, gonna try out my idea. If it works maybe sell it? If it doesn't work, oh well, probably will learn something.
Wanted to make perforated cards and stickers but got a little overwhelmed thinking about printing. Might just do a digital thing if an idea comes to me. Been wanting to make holographic stickers but when I sit down to think of a motif it feels stressful. Maybe I just test the Poodle Broadcasting System logo? I've always loved the aesthetic of valentines day but never felt like it's been delivered right. I certainly never felt indulged - something is always a little not-cute or too-cutesy.
Think it could be really fun to have it be an annual 'surprise box'. I lost my halloween fam in the schmivorce so I could use a holiday to go crazy on. (For years I would drive out and help build a whole haunted house in a garage and it was like a week-long party with great food and movies and laughs. Sad to lose it, sadder still to know it was so easy for them to lose me. )
Dishupon -
ok not as many players and responses as I'd hoped. But that wasn't really the point. Point was to invent some sanrio-y characters for fun - which i did. And I will also say that the exercise of coming up with a variety of cozy, fun, silly, spicy ways to think about dishes has made MY dishes mostly effortless. Even made a little foam clay Tiger coach and he's sitting on the window above the sink.
Perhaps I will think of a game to get my car inspection done.
Overall January is great. Granted, it's the 4th. Had my ten year work anniversary (idk how old everyone thinks I am but it's Not 20) and got to 1010 followers on twitter on the same day. And the new d20 is out on the 10th so that felt real nice and square.
Bit worried that all the good vibes I built up over holiday vacay will get smashed when I'm put on a new work project. But i feel like I'm about to level up a little bit art-style wise. Feelin grateful, feelin warm & cozy
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hi !! for the ask game, 13, 23 and 37, pretty please~
13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?
uhhh yeah! not to get too personal on main, but i just like. cannot write about kids' relationships with their fathers. the closest i got was a few scenes with Hopper and Will in irresistible, and even then i wrote them mainly as jokes, but they ended coming across as really sincere to people? like people in general were like "aw Hopper and Will bonding is great!" which is cool, but i didn't know how to explain that i wrote those scenes mostly as jokes to hide the fact that i don't like/can't write scenes between fathers and children at all
easy to write? apparently conversations about "but what's the point of doing these things if it's all gonna go away in the end" since it keeps sneaking into every single thing i write :) it'd be fun if i could learn to talk about something else, but we'll see, i guess
23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.
picture a walmart desk i bought on discount for $40. picture a loft bed from walmart that i've had since i was eleven. picture said-desk under said-bed. ok? cool. now, behind the desk, there's a bookshelf i put together my junior year of high school, but i'm horrible at building things, so two of its boards are noticeably upside down, but hey, at least i have some stickers on one side of the unit, right? its shelves are sagging with reference books and books i have yet to read, and more litter the floor right behind my chair. oh yeah, my chair - it's not a desk chair. it's one of our dining room chairs that i took over during my covid semester in spring 2020 when i had to come home from school. i have a jack skellington pillow i use with it because otherwise it hurts my back. my desk is cluttered, but my desk has been cluttered every since i was a kid, so what else is new? there's scratch paper and sticky notes all over it, mail from my new job that i should really look at, mail from my beloved friends, and an old candle holder i've repurposed as a pen holder. to my right is my corkboard with all kinds of fun stuff that would take eons to describe, so just picture cards, photos, a couple of tiny bells/windchimes, and art. i've also got some fall out boy and owl city cds i've fastened to the wall to watch over me forever
oh, and pinned up in front of my desk are a few fun things: a BTS poster, a postcard with a Van Gogh quote on it, some art from Chloe Gong's These Violent Delights, an Ouran High School Host Club poster, and a passage from It by Stephen King that I made a photocopy of when I was reading it last year.
37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?
hmmm......i think once i've passed on, if anything i've written gets passed down in any way whatsoever, i think people will be able to tell i liked observing things. like i don't talk a lot, but i watch and listen to as much as i can. so...yeah. perhaps "observant" would be the word i'm looking for (despite my own obliviousness towards lots of things, but that's a different subject matter entirely :^D)
thanks for the ask anon!! i hope you're doing well :D 💜
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Saturday, 3 February 2024:
And In The Darkness, Hears Aglow Weyes Blood (Sub Pop) (released in 2022)
Yes, I already own this album. But as record collectors are nerds, a lot about that purchased pestered me. First and foremost, it sounds absolutely terrible. The more I play this album (and I play it a lot, I absolutely adore this album) the worse it sounds. I recently posted on Bluesky that it sounds like a bonfire in places. The second problem with the copy I bought way back in October last year, is I didn't get an original Sub Pop Loser edition. I mistakenly bought the Spotify Edition. I really want nothing to do with Spotify and this has nagged at me as well.
The other night I was playing this album and I might have had a few bottles of Shine and I looked around for an actual sealed copy of a first pressing of this album. Most dealers are charging outrageous prices (between $50 and $100). One dealer, Siren Records, who was a mail order shop I spent prolifically at during the 1990s, had a copy for $24.99. I ordered it and within a week I had heard nothing from them. Then about the time I was wondering what was going on, I got a refund without explanation. Curses. I immediately began looking again and this time I found another sealed first pressing Loser edition at Twist and Shout Records in Denver, Colorado. I'm familiar with Twist and Shout because when my brother travels to Denver, which seems to be frequently, he always makes a pit stop there. I've even gotten a Twist and Shout postcard from him on his travels!. Anyhow, as I indicated, they had a sealed copy and they too were asking a mere $24.99. I bought it and within ten minutes I got an email thanking me for paying so fast and that the album would go out in the mail immediately. And here it sits.
Above you see the album cover and the back of the album. Below, you can see close ups of the hype sticker and the sticker that announces the artist and the album title. I will admit, I'd never seen a square "Loser Edition" hype sticker, I've only seen the one shaped similar to a star. I was worried this indicated an alternate "Loser" edition, but that doesn't appear to be the case.
Below are the photos of the front and back of the inner sleeve.
This first pressing is on translucent purple vinyl. You can see both of the shots of the vinyl in all its translucent purple vinyl glory.
There is a message inside the album cover. You can see it in the photo below. It reads, “Congratulations, you destroyed something you thought was beautiful and that’s just the beginning. Love, NM” NM is Natalie Mering, the real name of the artist Weyes Blood.
This also came with a mammoth poster wehich you can see below. It is a two sided poster, for what that is worth. But it does make you understand the whole vinyl color scheme!
Both sides of the record label can be seen below.
And I'm playing the album as I write this entry and it doesn't sound like a bonfire.
The dealer sent me a wide array of stickers along with the album (and put the album in nice album plastic as well)! You can see the stickers below.
And since I'm tooting Twist and Shout's horn, here's a shot of the postcard I received from my brother one day. Front and back.
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diary126
1/18-19/2024
thursday - friday
should sleep soon.
the interview went very well i think. the guy seemed to like me and not care about anything. it seems like at this pizza place that is basically a pseudo chuck-e-cheese (i'm such a winner in life) i'll be working in the arcade area. i'm so freddy , i'm so fazbear.
i've gotta do a drug test and stuff. i'll ace that cuz i'm #straightedge. it's really easy for me to not do drugs, generally, or i guess i never have, so i don't really have the urge. i don't think i'm missing out on a lot, i don't even drink, some people find that very weird though.
i also spent all of today out with my gf and her mom, which was fun, we went to this cafe that's closing forever soon, it's really sweet, the place had a thing where you could write yourself a postcard and mail it to yourself, months in the future, a kind of time capsule-ish thing. the woman there told us that her dog just had puppies, and that she saw on her home camera, and had to close up shop to go help her dog, and then come back, and this was still happening, one puppy left inside the womb, still coming. she was very sad it seemed like, she said no one wanted to buy the business to someone on the phone, so they were just selling everything, all the stock, so my gf and i got some postcards, and some stickers, and other stuff. i'll post the postcards i got tomorrow but i just really like the box.
my gf got some sanrio ones, i should maybe get pix of those too.
today before the interview, while i was alone at home, i was just reading wiseblood by flannery o'conner, she's such a great writer, makes me want to write something fast/messy in that way again, i think that will filter down to music some way though. her approach to these overripe and grotesque distensions of reality, where everyone is haunted in excess, where we all know that as real and the exaggeration on lays bare what we use reason/social norms to displace. there is a part early on where you are watching a character stare through a window at a knee, fat and white, disembodied almost, just that one image through the window, this peeping tom preacher-but-not-a-preacher. there is a lot to say about it, flannery herself said she never gave up catholicism because she was forever haunted by it, the protagonist is similar, the guilt in him is infinite and inescapable, he is wrestling not with disbelief in god, but the impossibility of not believing in god. it is too base an assumption in his world, that jesus died for him, he's always trying to refute it, but it turns around on him always.
anyway, re: the job, the next thing is on monday at 3 pm.
re: music, i messed w/ the problem song, but tomorrow i'm just not gonna, i'm gonna try and get other stuff mixed better, and then when it's finally time to do another full listen i'll take my notes again and see, honest this time. i was listening to the locust and it just made me feel like i grasped something, idk, i don't know if i did really but that band always gives me ideas about how i should sound, they were so perfect, like an actual diamond in music, perfectly formed, geometric and strange, off in a cave unseen, crystalline growth out of waste, excess of time/life, gravestone clusters.
i am tired now thoo i hope i didn't fuck my sleep up or whatever. i have to be ready for monday
byebye!!!!!!!!!
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Hab meinen Brief von @islieb bekommen! Soooo viele tolle Sticker und Postkarten, vielen vielen Dank! 😍💜
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I'm new here and very intrigued, if a little confused. Do you have a correspondence service where you mail people, say, newsletters of what's happening in your fictional world (in the theme of school newsletters from Halloween Town High or like a community newsletter from a made up town) and/or personalized letters? Give me the whole spiel!
The shortest answer
If you read @evilsupplyco -- thats me! I'm rebranding for a pile of nebulous reasons, all soft, mostly organizing my brain + plans etc.
The shorter answer
Imagine you are a queer witch, monster, ghost, or mermaid and you are in paradise with your friends (some of whom are idiots) and life is great.
The short answer
Fairy tales for grownups with a heavy emphasis on monsters falling in love ("a vampire kisses her wife, a witch, good morning") and slice of life stories ("a mermaid goes to the undersea grocery store")
With a lot of Halloween celebrations.
So many jack-o-lanterns.
There is a witch with a jack-o-lantern familiar and they adore each other but are polar opposites, as she is a being of chaotic energy and joy and hugs and laughter and living in the moment, and the familiar is stuffy and rigid and snobby and just cannot understand why everything she does/wears is so gaudy, has she no taste?
The full answer
The Netherworld is an infinite dimension full of monsters, ghosts, witches, and mermaids. There are no humans and there are no portals to Earth (or really other dimensions, given its infinite-ness, everything is well covered).
It is a paradisiacal setting -- there are no wars or conflict, there are plenty of resources for everyone and everything. This is a direct reaction to (gestures to the real world) + my bitter hatred of "conflict is necessary for storytelling" advice that got shoved down my throat for years many decades ago.
This is a general chunk of writing advice thrown about a lot because who ever reads journals or personal accounts of their day? (stares in social media)
The Netherworld adventures and styling are typical fantastical medieval Europe (castles, dungeons), with comparable technology to modern Earth with a slightly retro bent -- video stores renting VHS tapes and photo booths are barely a thing anymore in real life but I've stories coming involving both, for example.
Dungeons & Dragons meets a cheesy 80s movie. Or maybe an 80s sword and sandal movie but there is a mix of the behind-the-scenes and the movie scenery.
The stories are very short and soft and gentle. About the length of a long Tumblr post, to give context, with illustrations sprinkled in for good measure because I love drawing more than writing, but I'm a storyteller before I'm a writer or illustrator, so they both have to exist.
When i say above "here is a story about a mermaid going to the grocery store," I literally mean just that.
She wakes up, casts a spell to encase her tail in a bubble of water, writes out a shopping list, picks an outfit, kisses her sleeping wife, a dryad, on the cheek, heads out to the store, picks cereal and veggies and candy and a pop culture magazine to read later, and then comes home.
The delivery and how this differs from Evil Supply Co.:
Evil Supply Co. was a bit random and unfocused. I was making tons of stuff in a handful of genres and never really focused.
Netherworld Post is extremely focused on the stories above + physical (real world) mail. There will be faux postage stamps and postcards showing the in-universe stories.
The Peyroux Dispatch is the in-universe newspaper, and with Evil, I actually printed newspapers (21 issues!).
There were stories and rambles and illustrations and in-universe ads for slime soaps and swamp soups and monster language learning classes.
As a quick aside if anyone wants a copy of this, just ping me your email address in a message and I'll send. I have all the issues in a single file formatted for at-home printing for personal enjoyment.
When I relaunch the company (May 2022), the Dispatch is coming back. I'm redesigning it to be shorter (making it more manageable) and to have more art (which slightly dampens the "more manageable" but also increases the fun factor significantly).
Okay back to the point
The Dispatch will return as a physical newspaper. Smaller, in color. Stories rambles comics in-universe ads.
I'm snagging a real world PO box as part of a nakedly open marketing attempt to get people to send more mail (I enjoy my years-long hyper-fixation on the United States postal service), with the side benefit that of enjoying myself tremendously returning letters and cards in the voice of my characters.
If it helps move a few more stickers or postcards, grand, but really the goal is to make the world a brighter and weirder place.
Email list
I like email lists because social media algorithms ruin things. There will be a physical mailing list, as well, when the site gets closer to launch.
If you'd like to hear about the rambles as it comes together: https://www.netherworldpost.com/
Thank you!
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Thank you for lovely September mail toy dear friends @mir-and-estel @jerems and my japanese friend Miku. I was really happy to hear from you, guys.
Also you can see all postcards that I got from Postfun and Postcrossing. I love anime cards a lot 😍
@laceyeve thank you for special Halloween mail 🎃 You did great job, my dear. I already used your stickers for diary.
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I forgot to send on my voting story. Ok so my brother and I both got mail in ballots, and let me tell you how we both forgot to mail it in so we just thought to bring them to our voting location. The lady there kinda yelled at us? She was confused and didn't know how to go about it. And honestly I just took it because we were the idiots who didn't mail in our ballots. We had to rip them up and they just us new ones to fill out in person and submit. Not exciting, but a story for void snippet. 👀
Anonymous said: Hi!! I'm so excited for void! I voted today around 30 minutes before the polls closed in my neighborhood because I had to wait for my dad and brother to get home from work since they wanted to go all together hehe. It was a pretty fast process! We just pressed buttons on screens (compared to last election where we had to bubble in everything by hand) plus, I got to keep the stylus that they gave us and it works on phones too! 🥰🥰 Thank you! I love your writing so much 💜💜💜
Anonymous said: I did mine through mail me and my husband did and we went to the post office a little while back and then he took us on a nice little date afterward and we got ice cream! Also I love void💖 keep up the good work
Anonymous said: VOTES FOR VOID??? I love democracy and I love VOID! So since May I've (temporarily) moved back home from New York to Indiana RE: covid; I've voted absentee for the both the primaries and presidential election (I'm still in IN rn...blah). I voted early and mailed in my ballot for the presidential election (about 3 weeks ago). Made sure my family was voting (brother mailed it in, mom dropped off a ballot, and dad did early voting) and encourage them to put up a Biden sign in our yard <3
Anonymous said: HI BEE! I ALSO VOTED TODAY! IM 21 SO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME VOTING FOR THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION (my 18th bday didnt make the cutoff since im a december bday) im so happy to have done my part! I made sure to study up on the judges and policies and everything! Luckily the polling place didn't have a line so i was able to get in, get my ballot, and fill it in right away! I even dragged my mom and cousin to come with me. I made a joke on snapchat to encourage my friends to vote too. It was a pic of my "i voted" sticker with a caption saying "omg youre so sexy when you vote aHaha" -🦙
Anonymous said: this is my first time doing this so, so i hope i’m sending this correctly! i voted early in late september by mail! i live in a swing state, so it’s really important for me to vote and not waste time!! bc of my age, this is my first time voting so i’m really nervous 😅
Anonymous said: I voted by email! I'm overseas so I wasn't sure if my ballot would actually make it through in time, so I decided to go electronically. Had to sign a waiver saying I understand that my vote won't be anonymous but I haven't been given a reason to suspect voter suppression/fraud in my state, so I'm happy I think...!
Anonymous said: hi, i voted early on oct 24th. my absentee ballot didn't come in, so i had to travel back home to vote (~3 hour drive). when we got there, there was a ton of people outside the polling place, but no lines, so i was in and out pretty quick. it was my first time voting, so i had all the candidates i was voting for written down on a tiny receipt so i wouldn't forget 😅. my mom was with me, so she voted too. took a pic with my sticker (mask on for extra covid-ness) and went home. drove back the next afternoon!
whippedforkook said: Hi Bee. 💕 I voted in early October - nearly a month ago! 😱 It’s been really weird with all the lead up to the election because it felt like it should have been done once I cast my ballot! A lot of my friends have volunteered to get out the vote: writing postcards to voters, texting, phone banking, working the polls, curing ballots. I didn’t volunteer at all this year, but I hope that all of my friends’ hard work and everyone else’s is enough. I’m also hoping and praying that I will be in a better place mentally for 2022 so that I too can volunteer. Our work starts with 2020 not ends. 💕 Wishing you well. 💕
begineuphoria said: I went and voted last Friday as it was our last early voting day. No way was I going to wait until today with the crowds of people in my area that still act as if masks are somehow infringing on their rights. 🙄 It was a rather normal experience for the most part. Other than having to use a coffee stir stick to press the buttons on the machine to vote. In and out within five minutes.
Anonymous said: I voted down the street at this pretty park this morning. I got up at 5:30 and it was freezing. Luckily I wore like 30 layers and stood outside for 2 hours. Some nasty orange man supporters were rude but everyone else was pretty nice. A really cute older couple was playing soccer with pine cones and kicked it towards me to play too. Not the worst time tbh.
Anonymous said: Did mail-in voting in California! Extremely exhausting and took forever to research all the propositions - they are notoriously tricky in hiding their flaws and one side tends to outrageously outspend the other. But in the end I felt really good about my research and decisions! No need for you to post a snippet for this story - would like to save that to read sometime in the future ;) Thank you so much for doing this!
joonsgotthejuice said: Votes for void??? I am here! I went last Thursday and it was chaotic bc I kept going past the poll place but the line was soooo long so my mom called me and woke me up like "its pouring rain and the line is super short get up I'm gonna pick you up" so thats the story of how I got dressed in 5 minutes and dragged my ass to vote in the rain <3
Anonymous said: i voted early on thursday it was cold and rainy but i went in the late afternoon and thankfully the only waiting i did was a few minutes for an elevator i got very lucky and while waiting for the results is awful the relief that came from voting in general was just great
Anonymous said: Wheeew the polls just closed and I finally got to cast my ballot yayyy ( I was the one working the polls from earlier) it’s been a really really long day and we actually had surprisingly good turnout. I saw a woman try to vote for someone else who claimed to be “helping” and I saw a woman who I’m pretty sure was on some typa something 👀 Overall though I really I’m really thankful for people like you who encouraged people to get out and vote. I hope the odds are in our favor❤️🤞🏼
chelsea-chee said: Hello Bee! Today surprisingly my elderly father wanted to vote so I brought him out with me. He only cared about voting for Biden, which meant I got to help decide who he should vote for with the rest of the candidates and amendments! Say hello to baby bee for me as well! 💖
Anonymous said: Okay I gonna got a chance to vote today and the process wasn’t that bad actually. I went in just now and it wasn’t that busy( thankfully) so no lines. I’m from Texas and it’s gonna be almost impossible to turn this state blue, but every vote counts! I love that you are getting people to vote and also sharing your experiences as well!
owl-orgy said: Dropped off my mail in ballot at a polling location! I originally wanted to vote early in person because I was worried my signature wouldn’t match closely enough but ended up just turning it in and double checked today to make it said “ballot accepted and counted”!
Anonymous said: I voted in person this afternoon, better late than never I guess. I was gonna go last week but then I got cramps from hell. There was no one in line in front of me, I think my county early voted because it was packed everyday the last few weeks
Anonymous said: I voted early a couple weeks ago. Exciting thing though that did happen was I got both my parents to vote for their first time ever.
Anonymous said: I had a mail in vote. So, I filled it out and dropped it in at the ballot box at my library. (I also checked out books for the first time in years, so I had fun!)
bubblyjiminnie said: I literally just finished voting. Lucky for me, the line and wait wasn’t very long, and it was a nice enough day that the short amount of time I had to spend in line outside of the building wasn’t too bad. My social anxiety when it comes to stuff like this tends to be high but that’s what I get for waiting until Election Day instead of going the mail in route. This was only my second time voting, but I’m glad that I did 😊
Anonymous said: I turned my ballot in last week :) I’m not a big fan of crowds and I hate make spur of the moment choices but despite that the first time I was able to vote back in 08 my Mom pressured me into voting in person because “you’d have to experience it at least once in our life”. And ever since then I comfortably vote by mail. I take my time, do all of my research, listen to music, and best of all don’t have to deal with people.
Anonymous said: here in Washington state it’s super easy to vote. I dropped my ballot off in mid-October and it’s already been accounted for! Mail in voting and drop box voting is fantastic and provides equal opportunity and access. Sad to see some people in red states misinforming Americans about it! We also have a referendum for implementing mandatory sex ed, including teaching respect, empathy and consent as part of the curriculum so I was happy to vote yes on that too!
unionrox006 said: I voted about 2 weeks ago by doing a mail in ballot. The other eligible to vote members of my household did the same. We chose to vote by absentee ballot because both my mom and I have an autoimmune disorder, so we have to be careful going out in the pandemic. Tbh, the ballot layout was a bit confusing at first as was all the paperwork and required IDs and documents. But my dad explained it to me and we got them filled out and mailed off. Kinda mad I didn't get a sticker for it though
bluetostone said: Love this and so excited for the next chp of void! I early voted a few weeks ago and because I live in a pretty rural county I was in and out of my polling place in a few minutes. No sticker though 😢. I live in a swing state so it could go either way in terms of delegates. Just praying everyone is safe tonight as the results roll in...though, won't we not know for sure for a couple of days or weeks?
Anonymous said: My mom, sister, and I received our early voting ballots a while ago and I took the longest to fill mine out because it was making me anxious :,( but I did return it before it was due. I checked our ballot statuses and mine and my moms were accepted but my sister’s said they hadn’t received hers back. Then she got another ballot so she filled that one out too and I took it yesterday 👍👍 I think she got two because she changed her address late so they sent two?
vixsynsblog said: Non-interesting voter story: I'm paranoid and live in a highly divided area, so I filed mail-in ASAP, mailed it a few days after cause neighbors are nosy and don't understand boundaries. Was able to track my ballot through my credit company, which was nice. Only thing I was missing was my sticker. Never got one✊😔. So I had to improvise and write it in pen on my disposable mask. I'm working all this week so if riots break out from either side, I'll be at work. Prayers for the safety of others🙏
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Waaah!!! Thank you all for voting!! You are all my heroes. I am so grateful and proud of you. I’m sorry I ran out of time to respond to you individually. I’m going to drop two big scenes from Chapter 7 in gratitude (one of which will be familiar to my patrons and one won’t). I’m hopeful I will have the whole next chapter out very soon. Love you all!
Void spoilers below the cut.
When you wake up in the morning, there are still no signed HR forms in your messages. Had you been a fool to think they were interested? How much time does it take to decide such a thing? Perhaps just by putting the idea out there explicitly, it had lost all of its taboo appeal.
There is a calendar reminder waiting for you: Today is chili pepper pollinating day. At least this gives you an excuse to talk to Hoseok.
You find the science officer in the lab as always, sitting with his knee up against his chest. Hoseok doesn’t look well. He’s got dark circles under his eyes.
“Hey, um…” You shuffle your feet. Want to fuck me? No wait…“You don’t look good. Were you here all night?” you ask.
He blinks at you, bleary-eyed. “Um, was I? Yeah.. I suppose. Lost track of time.” He rubs his eyes, before looking you up and down, then casting his gaze back to the floor.
All you want to do is ask about the forms. Or the meeting. Or what he thinks of you now. But you don’t. “I need to pollinate the chili peppers today.” Usually Hoseok is the person who assists with that. “But I can get one of the other guys to do it if you need the sleep.”
“No!” Hoseok lurches forward, standing up a bit to rapidly and needing to put his hand back on the bench to steady himself. “I mean, I’m fine.”
You should disgaree with him. He is exhausted. But you’d like more time to talk to him.
Pollinating the chili peppers is both time-sensitive and time-consuming, hence why it took two of you to get the job done. There were no insects on your ship to do the job for you and if they didn’t get pollinated, they wouldn’t bear any fruit. Your chili peppers were your favorite crop. Not only a vital source of Vitamin C, but all your food benefitted from having a bit of spice added to it.
You and Hoseok head for the greenhouse together. The intital set-up gives you something to talk about in the beginning. Hoseok gathers the pollen from one flower onto a paintbrush, then hands it over to you to paint onto the stigmas of each little flower on the next plant in the line.
Slowly the conversation dries up as you fall into a silent rhythm. Other than just enjoying the chili peppers, you must admit that this was one of your favorite tasks on the ship because of the high likelihood that the two of you would brush hands peridically. Always gave you butterflies. But today he seems extra intent on keeping his distance from you. Was he disgusted by you now? His hands are trembling.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
His hand twitches so hard that a little rain of yellow pollen cascades onto the floor. He curses in frustration before turning to face you. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Um, yes, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“This, um, plan of yours…” he gestures to the vague tension in the air. “It doesn’t feel like you.”
“I’m trying to save the mission. That has always been my top priority.”
“Yeah, I’m still not clear on how this benefits the mission.”
“Yoongi said…” you start to say, but are cut off my Hoseok’s derisive snort.
“Look, if you’re in love with Yoongi, just go date him, okay? Don’t feel obligated to include the rest of us out of pity.”
You frown. “I’m not… I’m not in love with him. It’s just sex. Just biology.”
“This isn’t you!” Hoseok argues back. “You hated the idea of anyone of us ever treating you that way. And now you just want all of us to… to… use you like that?” He splutters out the end of the sentence.
“No one is using me! This is my plan! I’m in charge!”
He sighs. “Well, I can’t be a part of it. Excuse me.”
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Taehyung finds you in the gym. It’s good to see him up and about, even if his arm is still in a sling.
“Hey, so I need to talk to you about this, um, ape sex thing.” He fishes awkwardly into his pockets and pulls out his tablet. Maybe Jimin was right. Is Taehyung going to be the first to take you up on your offer?
You pause your jog on the elliptical machine. You wish you weren’t so sweaty and gross for this conversation. Taehyung is such an intimidatingly attractive man with those strong eyebrows and that perfect skin.
Taehyung opens up the tablet and flips to the form. It’s happening. He’s going to sign the form. Shit. Then what will you do? It’s one thing to say you want to have sex with your whole crew, but what if he’s hoping to go right now? You need a shower.
Taehyung has really nice hands. Long strong fingers delicately navigating the touch screen. It seems totally improbable that a man this attractive would be into you, even if you were the only woman in the universe. It just adds to your suspicions that hormones are driving everyone crazy. Perhaps if you slept with him once, he’d lose all interest.
He finds the form and then turns his gaze up to you, staring you down with those eyes. It’s a good thing that Taehyung rarely turns his full gaze on you, because it is almost too much to bear. Shit, is he just going to sign it? Is he waiting for you to give him some sort of signal?
“You can’t do this to Jimin,” he says.
“What?” Not what you were expecting. “Do what to Jimin?”
“This.” He gestures over the HR form. “Signing these forms with everyone. Having sex with everyone. You’re going to destroy Jimin.”
“Jimin’s the one who suggested this whole thing in the first place.” It’s a lie. You know its a lie. Or at least a gross exaggeration. But Jimin was the one who first brought up the idea of sharing. All for the benefit of the man in front of you now.
“No way.” Taehyung scoffs, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. “No way was it Jimin’s idea that you sleep with the whole crew.”
“Well…” You can’t bear his gaze anymore and look down at the floor. “He wanted me to sleep with you.”
That surprises Taehyung. He puts down the tablet. “What? Why would he want that?”
This is awkward. “He, um, thinks you’re in love with me.”
“What?” There is only surprise on Taehyung’s face. It’s actually a relief to see that Taehyung is just as shocked by that idea as you were. “Why does he think that?”
“I don’t know…” You feel kind of dumb now. Of course, Taehyung doesn’t feel that way about you. Look at him. “Cause you told him you were jealous. Cause you can’t stand to be in the same room as us…”
Taehyung bites his lip. “Oh, um, shit, sorry, that’s not what I meant.”
If Taehyung isn’t jealous of Jimin...
“Taehyung…” He looks up, biting his lip. “What did you mean? Who are you jealous of?”
Taehyung’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he reaches for his microphone and mutes it. Out of respect, you mute yours as well. He glances toward the camera in the corner of the room, then stands up and begins unzipping his jumpsuit.
“Um…” You are distracted by the golden arms that peak from either side of the tank top as the zipper reaches his groin. “What are you doing?”
“Need something to block the camera.”
“We have towels,” you mutter. But he’s already stripping out of his shirt. The musculature of his back ripples. He hangs the shirt off of the camera to block the rest of the room from view.
“Yeah, but this way anyone watching will think we’re having sex.” His chest is just as attractive as his back and you flush at the sight of it. Mercifully, he zips back into his jumpsuit as he returns to his position in front of the exercise machine.
“You want them to think we’re having sex?”
“Don’t you? It plays right into your whole save the mission with bonobo sex plan.”
“I suppose.” Though the plan was also supposed to be that there would be no more secrets between the crew. “What plan of yours does it play into?”
“The one where Jimin doesn’t realize I’m in love with him.”
“You’ve never tried to tell him?”
Taehyung laughs wryly and shakes his head. “How would that conversation go? Hey man, I know we’ve known each other for years and I’ve already seen you naked and that you just think of me as a friend, but I’m in love with you. I know that’s awkward but now you have to spend the next twelve years with me, knowing that I’m attracted to you when you don’t feel the same way.” Taehyung sighs. “Doesn’t sound like a good plan to me. If he doesn’t feel the same way, I’ve just ruined the friendship for nothing and then I don’t even have that.”
“Yeah… I get that.” There’s something touching about realizing that Taehyung has been fighting the same battle as you for the last two years.
“I couldn’t tell anyone before launch because what if they wouldn’t let me go then? You know?”
“Yeah, the director wasn’t big on sending anyone who might ‘complicate’ the mission.” The two of you share a sad knowing smile.
“Yeah… And I thought it would be fine, you know? I like women too. I’d just date women until launch and no one would know. I wasn’t planning on falling in love with my roommate.”
“I don’t think any of us really knew what this would be like.”
“I knew it was going to be a problem. I should have pulled out…”
Your mind flashes back to that moment of doubt when Hoseok talked you into still coming on the mission.
“But I couldn’t just let him go off into space without me. Even if he’d never feel the same way, at least he’d still be in my life.”
The emotion in Taehyung’s words makes your eyes begin to mist. “You really do love him.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung sighs again. “But he’s in love with you.”
“Well, he thinks he is.”
“What does that mean?”
“He only feels like that about me cause he thinks I’m the only option.” You wonder if maybe he would feel differently if he knew about Taehyung’s feelings.
Taehyung frowns and shakes his head. “You don’t give him enough credit.”
“Oh come on, you know him. How many women did he date while we were in training?”
“A few…”
“And how many of them was he in love with before he found the next one?”
Taehyung bites his lip. He can’t really argue with that. “So why are you with him then, if you don’t think it’s real?”
You shrug, rubbing your arm. “He wants me. It’s nice to feel wanted, I guess.”
“You know you could have that with any man on this ship right?”
You scoff. “They’re all suffering the same delusion. It’s only-available-vagina syndrome. I just want us all to fuck and get it out in the open. Maybe if we could get it out of our system, they would see I’m nothing special. And then we can get back to the mission.”
Taehyung eyes you up and down. “You don’t give yourself enough credit either.”
You shrug. “You wait and see. Jimin will get bored of me. They all will.”
The two of you both slump backwards in your seats, mulling over your shared woes. Taehyung bends down and picks up the tablet again. “So what should I do with this?”
“Obivously, you don’t have to sign it. I should have realized that not everyone would be interested.”
“Jimin thinks I’m in love with you?”
“Yeah…”
“Is it okay if we let him think that for now? At least until I figure out how to tell him the truth?”
“Okay.”
Taehyung smiles and signs the bottom of the form, then sends it to you. Your phone lights up with a message. “Thank you,” he murmurs before he leaves.
#I'm not going to answer asks about the spoilers right now#because I want people to be able to avoid them until the chapter drops#but that should be sometime in the next week or so#votes for void
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I just got so super tired in the last hour. I don't even know why! But it was an excellent day overall. I felt a lot better. I mean I am still stressed but like. I think that stealed me up for this morning.
I slept. Fine. Getting to sleep was terrible. I cried a lot. I was just so tired but also so upset. I eventually fell asleep. And woke up every couple hours because I was anxious.
I woke up and got dressed and felt very powerful. My outfit was just so good and also my boots were great. Made me feel strong. And very quickly we were off and on the road to the dealership.
On the ride there I quickly got an estimate for our car for a trade in value. I wanted a number in my pocket. I texted with dad. It made me feel a little better to have him hear what the plan was.
And then we were there. Ryan, the dealer, was very nice. He said to take a drive while they got paperwork set up. And it was fun. Also terrifying. My blind spot in this car is very different then the old car. I almost merged into someone! WIth only 7 miles on the whole car! I was a little shaken up so me and James switched and they drove for a while. We did some just driving and checking out about the car. It was fun.
We got back to the dealership and that's when the stupid game starts. I don't understand why cars are sold like this. It almost feels like if it was written in a story it would feel fake. First thing we talked about the trade in. The Camery is 10 years old. Is covered in scratches. Has a dent in the side. Has a torn seat. A wear thing on the dashboard. The ceiling fabric is thumb tacked up. The breaks screach and it thumps when you break. So they offered us $.1500. But I have the estimate number in my pocket. And so with that I was able to get them to give us $3000 instead. And then the interest rate we were able to get down almost a whole percent.
And then!! After we signed everything we went to finalize it with the financial guy and we were able to get a few more extras for discounted. I was super proud of us. There was one issue of me not knowing where the title was. I am sure we will find it here. Just wasn't something I was aware of, I thought the registration and the title were the same sheet but it is apparently a blue sheet somewhere. I think I know what he is talking about but honestly. Not sure. They just ordered a new one. It was like $20. So its all good.
We went outside to take our last things from the Camery and put them in the Crosstreck. A few people were complimenting the car. Felt neat. Ryan took our picture with my instax. Got a kick out of that. We chatted for a few more minutes and then we had our new car. Felt so weird.
We left there and went right to target to get a few groceries and things for camping next week. I called dad and we talked. It was good to hear him. He sounded a little weak but it made me feel a lot more secure. I love him. I don't want him to be hurting.
Once we were off the phone me and James just worked on getting thing things we needed. Including new pillows. But mostly camp foods.
We got pretty much everything. But we would have to stop at our local grocery store as well when we couldn't find a couple things. Ah well.
Between those two stops we got lunch at a diner. The food was excellent and the waitress was really nice. But we both lost a lot of energy. All the adrenilin from the morning was gone. And we were both very tired.
We would go downtown and James would run in the post office to get us postcard stamps so we could get the first batch of engagement cards in the mail. We would go to the grocery store. And then it was home.
We unpacked everything. James put things away. I would work on figuring out what we should keep in the car. We kept to much stuff in there before. I found a cargo net that dad must have had in the camery. So I went to install that. And put our air compressor and some bungee cords and jumper cables and a picnic blanket and some grocery bags. And then I put some stickers on the brand new baby car because I cannot be stopped or tamed.
I would work on some packing for camping after that. James helped me bring everything down and I would reorganize everything so we wouldn't have to worry. I am pretty pleased. I love packing.
I would do a little styling. And working on gathering addresses. James was making us indian food. And once it was done the flavors were great even if the chick peas were a little to hard still. The naan was great.
And then we were making the cards. We had a great system. James printed all the addresses and names on a business card template. So we could just cut them out and tape them on. I would put the stamps on, James would cut tape, I would attach the addresses. It was an excellent system. We have way to many cards but whatever. I am really excited about them regardless. We will just use whatever left over for something else. Save the dates maybe? Just would need to print something new for the back. Or we will just have to many and know better for next time.
I took a bath while James went for a bike ride. And then we would play video games for a little bit. But I was having trouble even keeping my eyes open. So now I am going to go get ready to go to sleep. I hope tomorrow is a beautiful day.
Sleep well everyone. Goodnight!!
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Occult Nannying
This whole new school malarkey was not going well. Well, Warlock mused, it was going about as well as it could be expected to for someone who had been previously home-schooled in a different country and now thrown into ‘an excellent school in a good neighbourhood' in his parents' home country. (Warlock was adamant it was not his home country, and he was going back to London as soon as he would be able to legally do so.) That is to say, it was not outright nasty but there was that lingering feeling of others not liking him, not really counting him as one of the group.
While Warlock was 14 now, he kept contact with his nanny. It was odd, really, and his parents did not quite understand this ongoing letter exchange, but over the years they just came to ignore it. What used to be crayon drawings with a few misspelled words, became letters of varying length on Warlock's part and short note-like replies from Ms Ashtoreth, sometimes with a mysterious addition from Brother Francis (apparently, him and Nanny saw each other sometimes). Brief as she was, she always, always replied. Warlock looked at the latest letter with the bright red stamp and the accompanying blue “by air mail" sticker, at nanny's quick handwriting and opened the envelope. Some time ago he briefly considered switching their communication to e-mail, but there was something special about getting the handwritten notes he could hold on to afterwards.
The note was a reply to one of Warlock's longer letters, where he finally got the guts to describe the new school situation and ask for advice on how to handle it.
"The best way to earn respect is through something others might value or be curious about, which you do well. Think of what you are good at, and show them that.
More importantly, consider if they are even worth worrying about. Might be better off just doing what you are interested in and getting better at it.
Nose up, my wee hellspawn."
Warlock smiled. Nanny rarely called him 'hellspawn' these days, it was reserved for special occasions and somehow always felt like a hug when coming from her.
What was he good at? That was a tough question. Nanny has always said that asking questions is important, especially the trickier ones. The fact that his father disagreed with that view made it all the more credible. He opened his thinking notepad on a new page and started writing down everything that came to mind. He learned this technique from one of his teachers, it was called brainstorming. Warlock knew this was not quite what it meant, but he liked to imagine it was a way to calm a stormy brain, to splash all this storm out of his head and onto the paper, to stop the myriad of thoughts tormenting him from within.
His list included several entries, about some of which he felt more confident then the others:
Chemistry
Maths?
Annoying people
Mythology and superstitions
Asking questions
He considered adding ‘understanding Scottish accent’ to the list, but thought better of it: no need to disclose a super power to the whole wide world, especially the one with such private origins. None of these seemed particularly useful in his current state, but perhaps he would just have to wait or think a bit more about it all.
***
Warlock knew an opportunity when he saw one: as he was hanging on the edge of the group, not quite excluded, but not really included into the conversation either, he heard the discussion veer off towards the questions of the occult.
“Oh, stop being so naive, of course supernatural forces do not exist. It is all just stories and CGI!” – said one of the girls
“I think they do, people wouldn't just make them up!” – opined another, hopping off the desk she was sitting on.
“Well, of course they would and they did. Some of it is true enough though," – Warlock said in a quiet confident tone.
Every head turned in his direction.
“Oh yeah? And how would you know about any of that?”
“I just had good teachers, is all"
“Don't tell me you could summon a demon or something. Or is that part of the standard curriculum in London?"
“Perhaps I could, what, are you keen to try it out? I thought you did not believe in all this ‘supersticious nonsense’” – Warlock knew he probably should not have said that, but the words left his mouth before he could stop himself. He was so done with all the mocking, all the thinly veiled insults, the endless sneers behind his back. Well, there was no way back now.
***
Thaddeus and Harriet Dowling breathed a sigh of relief when their son told them he’ll have a couple of school friends for sleepover. He was finally, finally, integrating, or at least getting closer to becoming ‘a normal American teen' as Thaddeus put it to himself. Truth be told, he was not sure this was entirely possible, but it was a start.
Warlock took a week to prepare everything he needed for the summoning. He was not sure it would work, but he did give it all he could: he went through the books he remembered Nanny mentioning as “the more reliable sort" over the years, ordered tall thick candles, slept on the drawing chalk for five days (he was not sure this was strictly necessary, but he figured it would not hurt).
When his guests arrived, Warlock had everything set ready. He covered the summoning circle with a rug, left out some snacks and quietly hoped that this evening will go in the least destructive way possible. If it worked, a demon would appear in a circle, they would ask for something ridiculous, like balloons or some chocolates, the demon would ask for their souls, they would say no, and that would be it. If it didn't work he would say how this surely proves that people make up a lot of things, but does not disprove anything, and would just offer his guests to watch a movie or something. The second plan also involved not paying attention to all the mockery that would no doubt follow such a failed attempt.
There were four of them: two boys and two girls, Warlock felt them taking his room in, looking for clues about the part of his life they could not see at school.
Yesterday while tidying up his room for the occasion, he remembered Brother Francis’ strange advice in one of the letters. One did not have to share everything with everyone, it was ok to keep some things private, hidden away from prying eyes. “Give them more of what they know already. Not something that would look unnatural or out of place, only hide things that are truly private, but hide those well. Show them to those whose eyes they are meant for.” It almost felt like the lines were not quite addressed to Warlock, but at the end it did turn out useful. He locked away his favourite things, it was a small collection of odd objects which did not quite fit together, and letters – all the letters from Ms Ashtoreth, and an odd postcard from Brother Francis too. He hid the box in his mother's walk-in wardrobe, on the topmost shelf, somewhere no one would ever look. He replaced the objects with other ones: two more encyclopaedias, put a sci-fi book he was reading carelessly on his bedside table: let them see, let them confirm what they already know, they will not look further. He was as ready as he could be.
***
“So, how are you going to do it?” – asked one of the guys the moment Warlock closed the door behind his parents (they were off to some event in town and were not expected till late after midnight).
“I have prepared some things, so we can begin, if you all are ready"
“ Don't we need to wait till midnight or something?”
“Time is relative, it is always midnight somewhere" – Warlock replied mindlessly as he pulled the rug to reveal the pentogram (he remembered asking Nanny this exact question at the age of 5, and remembered the answer very clearly, it was one of the things that he felt really made sense). He put the candles at the allocated spots and lit them up.
Warlock took a deep breath, quietly scolding himself for the sweaty palms and the racing heart. He focused very hard wishing for a demon to appear: “would be really good if it were a friendly one", he told to himself quietly...
The candles flickered and a person appeared in the circle. He was wearing a dusty-green leather coat and something quite green and leathery on his head too. The strange thing was, he looked vaguely familiar.
“YOU-U-U!?” – the person howled at Warlock
“Um, h-hello?”
“IT'S YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT! HOW DARE YOU?!”
And then it clicked, Warlock knew exactly where he had seen this person, where he had smelled him before in fact: it was that unbearably hot day on the blasted trip to the blasted Planes of Megghido or some such that dad organised a couple of years ago. Oh, this was not very good, the guy clearly was not a forgiving type.
“OH THAT IS IT, NOW I'VE GOT YOU AND YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS, NOW...”
“Oi, Hastur! Fancy meeting you here!” – Warlock felt a displacement of air and... and Nanny's voice (he was pretty sure, it was her voice, although the accent seemed a bit off) came from behind him.
“CRRROWLEY.”
“Yeah, long time no see. Honestly, would prefer not to see you for longer, like for about eternity"
“THIS IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, YOU TRAITOR. GET OUT OF MY WAY"
“Sorry, no, this, THIS is very much MY business, and if you try as much as look his way... Well, there is no telling what could happen, is there?”- Warlock felt something feathery shield him form both sides.
The silence lasted a few seconds and then with a whiff of foul smoke the figure in the circle was gone. Warlock stared at the empty spot trying to process it all. Then he slowly, slowly turned around...
Nanny was standing behind him: dressed all in black, her glasses firmly in place, her... his!? flaming red hair in perfect waves.
“Hi Warlock" – Nanny sighed
“Nanny... ms Ashtoreth?!” – Warlock could not believe his eyes: it was Nanny, it really definitely was her, just not quite her
“Yeah, I know, this is not exactly how I was planning to tell you, but whatever. Yes, that's me, I usually go by Crowley these days.”
“But how...? You, you're in London! And also...”
“I have been planning to tell you, some day. Yeah, ok, you were raised by a demon, but there was also an angel involved! Balanced out somehow, didn’t it?
“An angel?! Was... was Brother Francis an angel?!”
“He IS an angel, he was Brother Francis for a little while. His name's Aziraphale, if you must know. Oh and for somebody’s sake, just bloody call me before you decide to summon a demon!” – Nanny pushed a small piece of carton into Warlock's hand.
“I... I’m sorry, I...” – Warlock tailed off not knowing what to say. He wanted to hug his Nanny, to talk, but everything was so strange, surreal, and his classmates were there, and...
“Don't worry about them, I'll scramble their memories before waking them up, they won't remember anything, just that it all worked and was really mysterious”
“Thanks, Nanny... Mr Crowley"
“Nanny will do, Warlock"
“I miss you, Nanny! I read all your letters , all your replies, I do!”
“Me too, my wee Hellspawn, me too.” – and Nanny's arms wound themselves around Warlock.
***
“And then this demon appeared, all in black and he hat those cat eyes! He looked at ME! And then he went away. But he WAS THERE!!” – one of the boys who visited Warlock that fateful evening was obviously retelling what he remembered from the evening to one of his buddies.
“Snake eyes, they are snake eyes.” – Warlock thought. He smiled and said nothing at all.
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Post office bounty! I’m finally cognitively together enough to actually manage this :D
Top image, clockwise from upper left:
A pyramid of owls from @bookfanatic which DID arrive by Christmas but which I did not photograph in time for it :D Thank you!
An awesome vintage car from @kimmiesue13 -- love the stamps you sent too! I saved them inside the card :D
The “Catmas tree” is from @howshouldibegin; the kittens and I both thank you!
The green tree card and the lovely tiny cross-stitch are from @wynjara -- what a wonderful ornament to add to my tree, thank you!
The pretty red berries card is from Daniel, I’m so glad you enjoy the fic and thanks for being such a long-term loyal reader! (And yes, I am enjoying the deck -- especially showing it off to my envious goth friends :D)
The Magritte-esque cardinal adn bowler hat is from @3pennyjane, thank you! The Hogfather was kind to me this year :) (LOL SEASON’S MAGRITTE-INGS)
The Llama card and awesome Dummy sticker are from @nonsenseandstuff -- Dummy is going straight onto my laptop!
The Flying Spaghetti Monster is from L and kitty Ripley -- I love the format of card you chose, so imaginative!
And finally, the stirring mouse is from @mooseman13579 -- thanks Ishmael! I love it. Might hang it in my kitchen.
Second image (inadvertently themed on “Blues”), clockwise from upper left:
The tower of green cats is from Lisa -- what a great picture, thank you!
The galactic kitty sticker and glittery snow flakes are from @delphie200, and that’s another sticker going directly onto the laptop!
Feline Navidad cracked my shit up, thank you Kris & Josh!
The snowy owl with the narrow look is from Wendy -- it’s a wonderful Chanukkah card :D
The “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year” card is partially obscured just to make sure nobody’s face got shown who shouldn’t, but thank you Hutts for a lovely photo card! (You have SO MANY FISH.)
And finally, the pipe-smoker in the winter wonderland is from @crimson-creature, who also wrote an amazing poem on the inside of the card. I don’t know if you have it posted anywhere but if you don’t you should share it!
The third image is a package from @winds-wanderer; I LOVE the Lunch Money pouch and the postcards, and I’m pretty sure you sent the origami (but if not do let me know -- it got separated from its family in my bag :D). I’m planning to hang up the postcards at work!
And lastly, thank you for your patience, the wonderful tartan bird card and “Fuctifano” coaster (OH MY GOD) are from Rua M; I plan to feature the coasters at my next get-together. Meanwhile, the awesome chocolates and postcard and neat brochure from Hawaii, the blessed candy and the new Ofuda, are from @janedrewfinally. I have to say I’m especially grateful for the Ofuda, since the cats managed to PULL DOWN AND EAT my previous one. I’m hanging this one higher on the wall. :D
Thank you so much, everyone, for your wonderful cards and gifts. I know it always takes me some time to share them but I do love getting mail and I read and enjoy every single card I receive! You guys bring a lot of joy to my mornings.
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Postcard - Jojo de la Guerra
A/N: This is modern day Newsies. I just love Jojo, its impossible not to.
Jojo starts pen palling with the reader and then they meet in person for the first time.
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It had started with a postcard. One that wished him a magical day and had a little sticker on it of Jupiter with a smiley face. It was the first postcard he had gotten after he had decided to sign up for a website that promoted pen pals and snail mail. Wouldn’t it be nice, he had thought, to share a little bit of happiness with someone the old fashioned way. Race had teased him endlessly about it but Jojo was set on the idea, he didn’t care that he wasn’t as artistic as Jack or as clever with words as Davey, he sent little doodles to people or funny poems he thought up in English class. He sent letters all over but mostly he exchanged them with that first person. He sent them envelopes full of stickers or little packages with facemasks and washi tape and friendship bracelets he made. They sent him letters with sticky notes that looked like moons, paint chips with quotes on them, envelopes full of confetti.
The address wasn’t far from his own, within the limits of the city in fact. Closer to the Lower East Side than he was, maybe fifteen minutes on the subway. Once he took the line to your street and walked to the corner, where a convenience store stayed open 24hrs a day. He bought a soda and a lottery ticket and left, not sure what he was even expecting to happen. When he told Race about it two days later his best friend teased him endlessly for the entire ordeal. It didn’t dampen his mood though, or alter the overwhelming feeling of pure joy that spread through him when he opened the mailbox to find a letter from you.
You were the one who first suggested a faster mode of communication. You sent a card that had watercolour popsicles on the front of it and inside offered your number as an afterthought to a full page of writing about a book you were currently reading. A little bubble around the digits, separating them from the rest of the note with the suggestion that ‘we could text sometimes’.
You texted all the time. He sent you pictures of your mail going into the mailbox but offered no more glimpse of himself than a hand. You sent him a picture of something funny in Target and he thought he could just make out the tiny, blurry, obscured reflection of you in a mirror at the end of the aisle but it told him nothing about your physical appearance. It wasn’t that it was some great mystery. Maybe he would never meet you in person, maybe you would just be some entity that existed in letters and on his phone. You continued to send letters weekly and so did he, glad that this new form of constant communication did not lessen your affection for sending him small gifts in the mail.
Sometimes you had endless conversations, sometimes days of pool games or finding the strangest bitmoji and sending it along. Gif wars and links to news articles, terrible reviews of tv shows, music, and movies. Texts never seemed to cease and yet the length of your letters never wavered either. He couldn’t find your face in a crowd but he had memorised your handwriting.
That changed when he proposed seeing the new Star Wars movie together. It had happened spontaneously but also not. He’d thought about it for ages, meeting you in person, he had just never thought about it happening for real. But then he offered and you accepted. He would be in a red hoodie and a pair of track pants, he’d even sent you a picture of the outfit laying on his bed. You added it to the list of things you knew better than his face.
You were already at the theatre when he got there, waiting on a bench outside the ticketing booth, watching for any sign of the boy that you were supposed to be meeting. When he saw you, and recognized the hoodie as the one you sent him a picture of, a smile spread so wide on his face you thought he could light an entire city with the joy behind it. When you stood he greeted you with a hug. The kind of warm, all encompassing hug that made you want to stay there forever, safe and comfortable and feeling a little light headed from the overwhelming emotion that struck you.
“This feels so surreal,” Jojo commented when he finally released you, a little too soon if you were honest. He took your hand and headed for the escalator, “not surreal in a bad way obviously, just-“
It was meeting for the first time when you already knew everything about each other. When you could already list his favorites and know his people by name without him having to provide clues as to how they fit with him. It was that tiny fleeting hope that he would kiss you even though you had no idea what he even looked like.
“Surreal,” you echoed. He offered another smile, impossibly happy in its appraisal of you.
As the end credits rolled on the film you stayed in your seat, shifting to face Jojo instead of the screen and lifting the armrest that separated you in an attempt to move closer to him. He was reading all the names that went along the screen with a rapt interest, as if he was truly invested in who catered the food for the cast and crew. You sat on your knee in hopes of being closer, letting your other leg dangle off the chair beside Jojo’s. Where the seats conjoined was harder than the soft cushioning you’d been accustomed to during the film but you made the sacrifice of discomfort to be closer.
“What did you think?” You asked, voice a mere whisper in his ear. As far as excuses went you could say that you were being mindful of the other patrons still in the theatre but you knew none of them cared about the credits. You were this close merely to be this close.
These were not simple like or dislike movies, they had to be dissected just so, something you had told Jojo just the other day when you were discussing the new film, and you looked forward to hearing all his opinions. He had opinions on lots of things that he liked and his emotions seemed to range from good to exciting on every rating he gave. When he talked about something in a letter or a text you could almost feel the pure adrenaline of excitement rolling off the words. It felt like everything had the potential to make him happy and, in turn, brighten your day unknowingly.
“I feel like I need to watch it over again,” Jojo commented, finally looking toward you. In the glow of the screen you could see him smiling. It seemed perpetual.
“I’m gonna need a few days to recover before then,” you commented, without thinking that he might not mean with you.
He didn’t miss a beat though, wrapping an arm around you and somehow pulling you closer to him, “Race wants to come see it on Saturday, you could come with us?”
Saturday was two days away and while you had just admitted that you needed time to process the film you thought that Friday would seem like the longest 24 hours of your life now that you knew what it was like to be with Jojo. You felt a little lightheaded by your own internal confession but you also felt like you wanted to spend every waking moment with this boy. Somehow hearing him talk and having him next to you was even better than reading what he wrote.
“Race won’t mind?” You asked. Seeing him again was definitely high on your list of things to do but sharing that time with someone else, a new person you only knew from stories, wasn’t exactly something you found yourself looking forward to.
“No, not at all.” Jojo assured, “Usually there’s a bunch of us...I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the other guys showed up too.” Everyone always tagged along to everything, not that he minded. And he felt excited about showing you off to his friends, he’d talked you up to them so much that they were all dying to meet you, maybe as much as he had been.
“Okay,” you agreed. The lights came back on as the final credit went dark and suddenly it wasn’t so hard to make out Jojo’s face. You were close enough that your noses were almost brushing and his eyes were bright as he watched you, waiting for something. “What do you want to do for now?” You only moved away from him as a theater attendant came in to clean up. You slipped your feet back into your moccasins and stood up, watching Jojo as he gathered his trash and stood as well.
“What’s open?” He asked. It was well passed 1am but neither of you wanted to say goodbye. You thought that you would much rather just stay together until it was time to go back to the theater with Race. Jojo had the same idea, he would sit on a bench outside the movies with you for the entire day if it meant you didn’t leave. Texting would not suffice the way it had before.
“Insomnia cookies is open for two more hours...and the convenience store around the block from me is open too.” You replied.
“How are they Insomnia Cookies if they close at 3am...what I want a chocolate chip cookie at 3:30 or 4?” Jojo asked, following you out back toward the front doors.
“Then hope you have leftovers,” you teased.
“There will be no survivors.” He replied, serious tone though the uptick of his lip suggested he was struggling not to smile.
Insomnia Cookies was not at all crowded at 2am and, despite never being there before, Jojo stepped right up to the counter with all the assurance of someone who knew how to order from the cookie place. He got two dozen cookies, mixed flavors and two brownies and two chocolate milks after confirming that you were vegan or lactose in tolerant. “We’ll get coffee at Queen Village.”
“They have a cat there,” you mentioned, “Cosmo. He naps around the place all day and night.” You’d gone in at midnight once for bananas and spent thirty minutes petting Cosmo and telling him how beautiful he was.
“I stopped in there once when I was in your neck of the woods.” Jojo replied, thinking that now was as good a time as any to tell you he’d been to your favorite convenience store. “I did not find Cosmo though.”
“We’ll find him.” You promised, taking the bag of cookies off the counter. Jojo beat you to paying and ignored any attempt you made at offering money.
Once Queen Village was conquered the two of you found yourselves in your apartment, sitting on your bed with the cookies spread out between you. It was too cold for city benches and being outside in the dark though you would’ve risked your health for Jojo if he’d really wanted to stay out longer. He was gushing over the cookies, enamored by the taste and claiming each one he ate was definitely his favorite.
“This has been the best day ever.” He exclaimed just before biting into a mint chocolate chip cookie that was somehow still warm.
“Watching Star Wars and eating cookies? You’ve set the bar pretty low.” You teased, reaching for an oatmeal raisin. There were white chocolate chips inside.
“Being with you.” Jojo clarified, not at all embarrassed by his feelings. If he was happy he said so and that was arguably his greatest trait. “Getting to know you has been amazing but spending today with you has been incredible. I’m so looking forward to Saturday.”
“Me too.” You replied, suddenly at ease, eager for your own admission if only to make him feel as happy as he made you, “I sort of wish we could just keep hanging out until Saturday comes around.”
“Lets.”
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Mail Art: Sorting & Organizing Mail Trades & Paper Swaps
Sunday, I finally took time to go through every letter, paper swap and trade, and postcard I had stacked on my table. I only signed up for a few swaps with good friends, pen pals I have been friends with for years. However, I did accept some new swaps for paper in return for some BJR art an classic goodies. I realized about a month or so ago, I didn't have ANY sort of tissue paper, book pages, or even scrapbooking paper. I am glad to report that I got some very generous mail packages but I have been so busy working on site stuff, and having a sprained wrist, I just kept putting it off. My hand was feeling better, and my To Do List was long!
I started by sorting everything by type of paper. I found a box of really old scrapbooking paper in the closet (some papers were over 7 years old!) and wanted to sort and send them to friends. The incoming stuff was mostly collage materials so it was easy. I made a stack for thin, vintage-type papers like book pages and basically anything with text on it. I made another stack with decent quality paper, handmade paper, and things I could use in handmade cards and altered tags. Of course, there’s a big pile of paint scraps and gelli prints from pen pals! I also made a nice stack for flyers, labels, stickers, and "glossy" magazine-type stuff. I don't use a lot of glossy surfaces in my work anymore, especially collage work, but I wanted to keep them for atcs or postcards. I also made a big pile of journal cards for memory keeping or project life, and other "pretty" or mass produced type stuff. I am currently doing a digital purge and on an organizing mission of my photos from the last four years or so…so I have a big collection of digital downloads, freebies, and printables that I will add to this pile for scrabooking purposes. I save all my envelopes for mini albums, and for the stamps— but the “packaging” stuff, like bubble wra and cardboard all gets recycled! You know me!
I am so glad to have some tissue paper on hand now! I also found this cute little note from my friend Darlene and it has to be at least 3 or 4 years old! I also dug through and found some glassine and kraft envelopes I lost forever ago. It's good to get organized because now I can sort through and find these papers. If I can't see materials, or if they aren't within reach, I won't use them. I like to keep my mail art and swaps in their designated evenlopes for a little while so I can remember who sent me what, but once that is burned into my brain, I can sort and stack. Feelin' good- hell, I spent half of yesterday finishing up swaps and mail so I can finally take a breath! I have given up on USPS, but I still have a UPS across the street and things have been working just fine there. I only ship about once a week- so I spent all of this day packing orders and finalizing photos for my shop. I love being productive. I love getting shit done. YES! Okay, soup and Chicago P.D. here I come…
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CHARLIE U FREAKING BEAST I LOVE U!!!! i love every single little bit of this letter!!! (the paint chip i added to my weird little partially sentimental outlet as u can see below.. i loved the little blurb u wrote on it thats insanely sweet) i was pulling out the little stickers n i just kept goin "oh!!! a little man!!!!" esp that little frog dude omg. the sick freaking temp tatt of the tiger i saw n went "oh man if this is a tattoo..... OH IT IS!!!!!" i was so excited i dont even know when n where i will put it though!! LOVED the tiny postcards those r so neat and adorable (my reaction: "oh? and who r u two?") SORRY IM RAMBLING THANK U SO MUCH! ps the actual letter is so cute i loved the feather jar and isaac drawing!! also wtf how did i Not know u had a bunch of prehistoric shark teeth??? u r the coolest thank u PPS i absolutely recognize the stickers u decorated my letter w u freaking Rascal!!! 💞💞💞💞
HELLO BRO tumblr is cooperating for this one thank Goodness..IM SO GLAD IT FINALLY ARRIVED LOL i was starting to worry it got lost in the mail bc that seems to happen to me a lot and i sent it out like. MANY days ago..whenever it was i got ur letter anyway (THANK U AGAIN FOR ALL THOSE FEATHERS!!!!) anyways lol SUPER GLAD U LIKE EVERYTHING im rly off my letterwriting game lately (i have letter-debt to like...10 dif penpals...god help me) and this one was v spontaneous bc i thought it would be cute to send u a letter instead of replying to urs in a message or something MAN. I SURE AM RAMBLING HUH. I LOVE U 💞💞💞💞💞
#that little frog dude is from a sticker sheet my grandma bought when she was in europe one time#theyre like her fave stickers EVER#but the pack she got had 4 sheets so she split it w me :0)#i love them...#submission
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