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get0sfav · 4 months

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SATORU GOJO IS A GIRL DAD.....

cw; pregnancy talk, breastfeeding talk, pre-established relation, nicknames (mamma, princess), slightly suggestive at the end.

Satoru Gojo, who's filled with joy when the doctor announces that the bundle of joy growing inside you is a girl.

Satoru Gojo, who gets tears in his eyes because of how excited he is, because he can't wait to spoil his little princess.

Satoru Gojo, who starts excessively shopping for little baby dresses, sandals, shoes and what not, even getting numerous t-shirts that said dad's princess.

Satoru Gojo, who when your babygirl is born, cries on the spot, because his babygirl looks just like his favorite woman in the entire world, you. He's not even mad that she doesn't look like him, because he knows how beautiful his little girl would be, just like her mother.

Satoru Gojo, who doesn't let you pick up your little girl whenever you're not breastfeeding her. It's not that he doesn't want you to, but he's grown so emotionally attached to the 3 month old child that he can't seem to let her go.

Satoru Gojo, who squeals in excitement when the first word that comes out of your daughter's mouth is 'papa' and he swears his heart doubled the size it originally was.

"Hey baby, oh who's a fairy? Who's a fairy? Yes! you are!" Satoru is playing with your daughter, holding her up in his arms as he blows raspberries in her stomach, her small giggles filling up the entire room.

"Ha- Ha" the almost one year old girl mumbles, laughing as she tries to grip her father's white hair, who keeps on blowing raspberries on her stomach, smooching her all around. Your eyes drift from the computer screen, seeing the way your husband and your daughter interact.

"pa-papa!" She giggles as Satoru stops in his tracks, his mouth wide open, so was yours, your hand on your mouth, "papa!" she repeats again, gripping satoru's hair.

"Oh my god..." He's in shock, and you could see the look he held in his eyes even with the blindfolds on, "Oh my god did you hear that?" He looks over to you and you rush to his side, holding the girl in your hands, "Say that again baby?" The little girl giggles, as if enjoying the whole fiasco, and puts her tiny little hands on her face, before making grabby hands towards Satoru, "Papa!"

Satoru Gojo, who is overjoyed on your daughters first day of school, kissing the girl all over her face, getting her the best stationery needed and what not. He even cried a little when she was dropped at school, and he couldn't wait for her to come back to his arms.

Satoru Gojo, who goes all out for all his daughter's birthdays, but the fifth one was, well, way too much from what you expected, going overboard and renting an entire waterpark for your daughter and her friends, even a special area reserved for the parents. To say the least, Satoru becomes a fan favorite in her little friend group.

Satoru Gojo, who spoils his little daughter so much, that she needs an extra room to keep all the stuff he's bought her, and you've warned him multiple times that whatever he brings her will sir and rot away anytime he brings her the next new thing, but he doesn't listen, being the man he is.

"Satoru, I told you to stop bringing her so many things, she doesn't even use them" You sigh, closing the door of your daughter's room as the two of you walk out. Recently, he bought her a whole doll house, and now, a kitchen set, and the little girl has no idea where the doll house is anymore.

"Relax mamma, it's not like I'm going to run out of money. Plus, what am I supposed to do if not spoil my two princesses." He smirks, wrapping his arms around you, rocking you sideways and placing a kiss on your forehead. "If you're still mad though, I suppose I could spoil you too, in another way." A smirk crossed his face as you giggled at his words, and before you knew it, he had you in his arms, taking you to your joined bedroom, and carefully putting you on the bed, "I think it's time we give our little princess a sibling."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo saturo #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru x you #girl dad gojo #gojo satoru x y/n

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bettsfic · 4 days

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Do you have any preferred notebooks? Anything better than Moleskine which I don't think would be hard (!!??)... The ink bleeding through to the page behind is so distracting. Random question but I figured you'd be perfect to ask!! Thank you

i've been waiting my entire tumblrlife for this, anon. stationery is one of my most persevering special interests.

just to caveat, i still use a moleskine for my personal journal, but i only write in it once or twice a month so they tend to last years. i bought my current journal in 2017 before enshittification and so i haven't had a problem with the paper. i use a felt-tip pen on it mostly, but even the few times i've tried fountain pens, i haven't had any bleed-through. it's really unfortunate they've gone downhill.

and i mean, for context, i beat the shit out of my moleskines. and look how they've held up!

the one on the left i used from 2011 to 2017. it went all around the world with me and i carried it everywhere for 6 years. i taped every stupid scrap of paper i came across into it and that's why it's so beefy. the elastic band has stretched too far is all; i need to find something sturdier to keep it shut.

the one on the right i started in 2017 and i'm about 2/3rds through it. i tape some stuff in but not as much as i used to. at one point it was in my backpack in the overhead compartment of a plane and some guy's water bottle spilled all over it. i was devastated. but it slurped that shit up and kept trucking. you can't even tell it's waterlogged anymore.

my mom bought me a special edition van gogh moleskine for my birthday last year that i was planning to use for my next journal. i just tested the paper against the 2017 journal using a kaweco sport bold tip, and the van gogh paper does indeed bleed significantly more than the 2017 paper. a real shame. i'm probably still going to use it though, because i've kept the proud tradition of "use notebooks people buy me for my birthday as my next journal" since i was 14. also, i'll probably end up starting it when i'm 37, the age van gogh died.

last august marked my 20th anniversary of my journaling habit, btw. i was going to write a newsletter about it but it started spiraling into a whole-ass book and i had to set it down.

a close and higher quality alternative to moleskine, much beloved by bullet journalers, is leuchtturm. their A5 hardcover is very similar to the classic moleskine pictured above. i don't use one because i have no use for lie-flat notebooks for anything other than a personal journal (which is covered for the next decade or so), but i love buying them as gifts.

my commonplace notebook is the A4 rhodia top spiral, which i've mentioned in my newsletter before. there is something truly magical about this notebook. when i bought it, i carried it around with me everywhere even though i had no idea what to write in it. i started commonplacing before i even knew what that was, simply because the tactile and aesthetic sensation of filling each page was so satisfying. i go through 1-2 per year.

this isn't a notebook proper, but my research binders are B5 maruman clartes with their corresponding loose leaf paper. again, like the rhodia A4 top spiral, the sensation of writing on the paper and organizing the binder is very satisfying and so it encourages me to take a lot of notes.

maruman also makes the famously amazing mnemosyne series of notebooks. i haven't used one before but i really like them, and as soon as i need a high quality top spiral notebook that the A4 rhodia can't fulfill, that's what i'll be moving to.

my purse notebook is a field notes reporter's notebook. these are new so they haven't stood the test of time the way the others have, but i love the size and the binding, and afaik field notes is one of the few american stationery brands that hasn't fallen prey to a quality drop in paper. i also love field notes classic pocket notebook but have never been able to make a pocket notebook habit stick. it took me a long time to realize tiny notebooks don't encourage me to write in them, because a lot of my notebooking is about the thrill and aesthetic pleasure of seeing an overwhelming amount of text on a page.

my planner is a hobonichi techo weeks, which is the same size as the reporter's notebook and also goes in my purse. this is my first year using a hobonichi planner and i really love it. like the others, its quality encourages me to use it. i've found hobonichi overall is a really good notebook brand.

my sketchbook (which i don't use very much) is a strathmore 500 series mixed media softcover. i bought it before i realized how deterring i find lie-flat books and i think i would be more motivated to draw by investing in one of their wirebound ones, even though all the artists i follow on youtube tell you not to do that. i keep meaning to change it into a collage notebook instead, i just haven't had the time or desk space to do it.

and an honorable mention: before the pandemic, back when i did things and went places, i used a grand voyageur traveler's notebook from paper republic. i'm actually very sad i don't have much of a use for it anymore, but maybe one day i'll do stuff again and return to it. it's weird that i don't see paper republic mentioned often (ever) in bujo spheres, when i think their products are better than traveler's company (although i haven't tested one for a significant period of time; people swear by them though).

hopefully one or two of these stand out to you!

#writing advice #stationery recs #commonplacing #journaling

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wolfvmin · 1 year

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blipped: family line (3)

title: family line pairing: brother’s best friend!yoongi x female reader genre: major angst !!, fluff, brother’s best friend au, unrequited love, set in the marvel cinematic universe (mcu), slow burn?, implied age gap, heavy themes,brother!namjoon, bestfriend!taehyung warnings: mentions of character death disclaimer: you can read this without knowing anything marvel at all. word count: 2.3k

At the age of 21, you confessed your feelings to your brother’s best friend, Yoongi, which he rejected. One day later, Thanos snapped, turning fifty percent of the world population to dust, leaving the other half lost, confused, and mourning–including you. Five years later, Bruce Banner snapped everyone back to life, including Yoongi, who doesn’t really know you anymore.

a/n: this is so short i'm sorry lol. i promise the next chapter would be longer and less angsty (maybe even steamy). index part 2 > part 4

Before you knew it, Yoongi and Namjoon acted as they had adjusted to the changes that were thrust into their lives. Well, they had to, anyway.

It was hard getting a job with half of the population being back; job openings were closing left and right. Thankfully, Joon was re-offered his position in the company he worked at because of his friendly relationship with his boss pre-blip. Yoongi, on the other hand, managed to land a job with a salary not on the same level as the one he had before. But who was he to complain? Everyone was scrambling to adjust to the amount of population once again. So many were struggling to the point that some people were saying that the Avengers were wrong to have brought back the people who blipped, that they have just made things just as hard as five years ago.

Was it worth it to reopen the wound of 5 years?

Yoongi reads the online post on the laptop on your desk. Surely, he thought, it wasn’t an easy task to accept that people who one mourned for 5 years suddenly came back into their life. Hell, it’s trauma that one does not know if it will heal. His curiosity kills him… but he can’t get himself to ask what the hell you’ve been through when they were gone. He was certain that Namjoon feels the same way.

They’ve been trying to act carefully around you as if they were never gone. Lately, it felt like a never-ending roleplay–like there was a time bomb in the room that was just waiting to explode.

Yoongi traced his fingers over the box in his hand. It’s small faux leathered and not bigger than his hand. The very same box that you owned for five years. To you, this was old news. But to him, he had just bought it a few months ago.

He found it in your desk drawer. He knows it’s bad to snoop around but he couldn’t help it when he saw it hidden beneath your stationery things. It was the only thing that looked from the past. Nothing in this apartment except for the picture frame that stood in your living room was a reminder of the time you used to have. But as he looked at the necklace inside the box, he remembers the way you looked, the way you moved, the way you smiled, and the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him.

It was so different now.

It’s as if you were cautious of every step you take. You don’t laugh as much as you used to. The only time he hears you sound actually happy is when you speak with your coworkers over the phone.

He tries to get back to the way it was. Before he got a job, he offered to give you rides to your work which you refused because your neighbor and coworker, Jeon Jungkook, gives you rides to work and back home.

Jeon Jungkook, Yoongi learned, has been friends with you for two years now. What he also learned, is that the fucker was with you almost 24/7 of every day of every week. He doesn’t know why but the kid itches something in him.

Not that he would let anyone know that.

Looking back at the necklace, he wonders if you wore it or just kept it inside the box for all the years that went by. He hopes that you cherished it somehow.

What happened to you while we were gone, Y/N?

He sighs and gently puts back the jewelry box where he found it, careful not to make it look like it was moved.

He looks at the time on his wristwatch. You should be home soon. He should get ready.

An hour later, you arrived back home.

You had a bouquet of chrysanthemum flowers in your hand when you entered the apartment. Yoongi was on the couch sitting beside his friend. He could feel the worries and nerves of his friend from where he sat and he understands why.

A few days ago, you decided to tell them that you would be taking them to see your mom. Namjoon didn’t like the idea at first. But you convinced him anyway, promising your brother that it won’t be a mess like before. Namjoon finally agreed at the end of the dinner when you wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Time has changed probably everything except for him and Namjoon.

“You guys ready?” You ask them and take your keys from where it usually is. Yoongi and Namjoon take a glance at each other and nod at you.

They were still confused as to why you wanted them to see her but they thought it wouldn’t be bad to let her see them considering it’s been five years. The confusion on his and Namjoon’s faces were hard to hide when instead of taking a turn to the familiar neighborhood, you headed in a different direction.

No questions were asked nor words were said when you drove into the memorial park. Suddenly, the bouquet of flowers you had in your car made sense.

Yoongi fixes the collar of his recently ironed buttoned-up white shirt when he steps out of your car.

The three of you walk quietly as you led the way, sun dress flowing due to the wind. Namjoon walks behind you while Yoongi trails behind the two of you. He worries for his best friend who he now watches walking aimlessly.

You stopped in front of a grave. Your mother’s name is written on the stone.

You bend your knees to drop the flowers by the grave and you look at both of them.

“She died not long after the blip.” You finally talk and look over at Namjoon who was still lost for words. “Her vices finally caught up with her. She was bedridden for months and then one night, she had a heart attack.”

Namjoon takes in your words quietly in front of the grave as if he couldn’t believe the name written there.

“I’ll give you a moment.” You say to Namjoon who was just staring darkly at the grave below him.

You give Yoongi a look which he understands in a second. He gives Namjoon a pat on his shoulder before following you to the side.

The two of you walked until you were meters away from Namjoon. Yoongi watches as his best friend is now kneeling by the grave, eyes still lifeless.

Grief. It’s such a funny thing.

His heart breaks for whatever his best friend is feeling. He wishes better for him and you. He wishes this fucked up thing hadn’t happened. He wishes that the three of you lived in a different universe where there were no superheroes, no aliens attempting to take their planet, or no cities destroyed left and right just because there was some fucker who wanted revenge on some trauma.

Because while all of that was happening, their problems seem so mundane and small.

But it’s there.

And it hurts.

It hurts that Namjoon had to miss his mother’s death. It hurts that just a month ago, he was watching the same person screaming at you and Namjoon.

Even if Namjoon feels regret or maybe even glad she’s gone, he didn’t deserve it. Not like this. If it were he who was being asked what he was feeling, he would say he was sad. Not because he grieves your mother’s death but because of you. You were left alone. To be frank, he’s a bit upset at your mother even if she’s not at fault. Just when you needed her, she disappears again and escapes her responsibilities.

He looks over at you, seeing no tears fall from your eyes. He could see you were sad but unlike the Y/N he knew before, you stood strong on your ground.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You speak without looking at Yoongi.

“Like what?” He asks, crossing his arms to warm himself from the cold wind.

You finally look over, giving him a small smile. “Like you pity me.” You pause. “I’m glad she’s dead. That way she can’t fuck us over anymore.”

Yoongi takes in how you look. The way your eyes look weak but dark. The way you weakly smile despite how you appear to look fine. He still sees the twenty-one-year-old he cherishes in you. She’s in there somewhere. He would just have to accept that you’ve changed.

You were alone all this time. You had no brother and no mother to be with you. Whatever happened, Yoongi thanks the heavens that you’re still here, standing in front of him and looking so beautiful. You were strong like he always believed you are.

Yoongi doesn’t answer this time and looks back at his best friend and then at the grave he was staring at.

Maybe it’s time to visit his parents.

Yoongi loves his parents. They were good people. But his relationship with them is not the best. He loved them and they loved him but he often feels distant from them. When he comes home, he would often just hear his mother’s nagging voice and his father wasn’t someone who showed his emotions. He just… never felt liked by them.

For the past few months, he has only communicated with them by phone, telling them he should pick himself up first before leaving Seoul. It was an excuse to not visit them. He knows that he’s selfish by doing this. They have been waiting for years for him.

But he was scared.

If you, the person he has been spending years with, have changed so much, what would the blip make his parents be? He couldn’t stomach it. He couldn’t face it. Were they sad? Were they relieved? What struggles did they face during the economic collapse during the blip? Did his parents still love each other? Did they mourn him?

As he stood there, a little bit sweating because of the nerves, the front door opens.

The sight in front of him makes him freeze.

He could barely recognize his own father. And it wasn’t because of his mostly grey hair or the added wrinkles on his face. It was the tears that were falling down his face and how he was basically tripping on his feet to get to him.

His father’s arm wraps around his figure, squeezing him so tight it felt like he would crush his lungs. He pats his back anyway, eyes drifting to his mother who’s now crying with clasped hands on her face.

“You’re home, son.” His voice was just as he remembered. It was not as authoritative as it was. It’s a little bit gentle now–a little bit tired.

“Hey, dad.” He pats his father’s curved back. Over the phone, his mother told him how his father was still working his office job.

When he lets go, it was his mother’s turn to tackle him in a hug and smother him in kisses.

“Honey, you said you wouldn’t cry.” His father teases his mom who then glared at her husband.

As his mother lets go, he was immediately smacked on the arm, to which his father yelped at. Then, she shifted to Yoongi, who also received a smack.

“And you, why would you not go home?! I almost went to Seoul myself if only I haven’t been stopped by your father!”

And Yoongi grins, giving them a heartily laugh while rubbing his arm.

In his mind, he hasn’t been away for years but in his heart, he did miss them.

After the emotional reunion, Yoongi finds himself sitting at the dining table with a feast of his favorite meals in front of him.

“So,” Yoongi clears his throat. “How have you been?” Yoongi asks his parents as he digs into the food.

His mother stares at his father beside her and places her hand on top of his. “It was hard at first. We were really down to a spiral but we managed.”

“You don’t have to worry about us, son.” Yoongi’s father assured him.

Throughout the meal, his parents updated him on what happened in the 5 years he was gone. They updated him on stories of his relatives and whatnot. Surprisingly, Yoongi had a good time. He doesn’t think he had this much of a good time with his parents even before the blip happened. He found himself laughing at their stories and jokes, which rarely happened before.

They let him take some of his old things, shocked that they haven’t thrown them out yet. The next morning, he loads them in your car that you had let him borrow with the help of his father.

“You’re staying at Y/N’s, right?” His father asks as Yoongi puts down the box he was carrying in the trunk beside the one his father was previously holding.

“Yeah.” He answers, closing the trunk with a thud. “It’s just temporary though. I’ll move out when I find an apartment.”

Yoongi mentioned you a few times back then and he was sure that his parents only knew you as Namjoon’s brother. Sure, they knew your name but there was something with the way your name rolled off his father’s tongue that seemed too comfortable and too familiar.

“Hm.” His father pats the closed trunk. “Well, you have a safe drive back.”

“Of course, dad. You guys take care of yourselves, yeah?”

“Yoongi! Take these with you.” His mother was running out of the door, holding a large insulated lunch bag and handing it to him.

“Side dishes?” Yoongi assumed. “You didn’t have to, mom.”

His mother slaps his arm repeatedly as if he offended her. “Shush. They’re not for you. They’re for Y/N. Tell her to eat a lot and to take care, okay? And Namjoon too.”

And Namjoon “too”? When did you become the first Kim to come to their minds?

Ah. It must be because he was practically living off of you right now.

“Oh. I will. Yeah.” Yoongi nods, “Thanks.”

His mom doesn’t hide her excitement. “Okay, drive safe!”

With a few questions unanswered in his mind, he drives his way back to you.

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netherworldpost · 10 months

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This week we're proofing our artistamps (faux postage stamps) for the last time before they to the "ink and then color then print proofs" list.

You can see here that the arm of the wolf carrier has been beefed up after the initial comp (color) vs. the current pencil (black and white).

The "2 Wolf Coins" stamp is one of my favorite. I wasn't well versed in werewolves when I began working on it, it has been tremendously fun to delve into this world.

There are 24 currently planned, we'll probably launch with 12-15, the other 9 (and a giant list more) to come in the future.

A recurring key, I have noticed, to progress as a company is "keep everything in pencil as long as possible" and "have no loyalty to a sunk cost."

I rambled earlier that we are about to scrap our blog design -- not the content, just the design. It won't go down, it'll just suddenly look different. Then maybe back again, then the new, a few times, over the next few months, as we test and build and restest and tweak.

Historically I have been very DO THIS RIGHT NOW -- the proverbial "move fast and break things" -- but with this project (Netherworld Post as a whole), I set out to "move slow and test things."

It is working better and is much less stressful.

I have always hated the "move fast and break things" but it felt necessary. In some ways it was, before.

Notebook production -- this has been coming up a lot -- has a lead time of 2-3 weeks, and I'm going to be focusing on stamps and greeting cards for the next 1-2, so it'll be August or so when we get those proofs in.

The experiment of "do you want me to doodle something on the first page to break the spell of a blank canvas, this is a free service" is going to be offered. I think we're going to have a lot of fun with it.

Greeting cards are being proofed.

Stationery goes to proof in a week. Personalized envelopes too.

Invite and RSVP designs are going to get finalized when stationery is being produced. The minimum quantity for blank invites (we have designed "Date:____" "Time:_____" etc.) is... 1.

You'll be able to order 1 invite. I worked really hard on the numbers to ensure this, I want invites to be available and frequently used.

We are scoping out the costs of us printing out the entire kit and kaboodle -- you tell us "Date: Tuesday, October 31" "Time: 7:30PM". This is going to be offered, we're just figuring out the minimum quantity and costs.

The average price tag of something in the shop is about $3.00.

Onwards to coffee and back to drawing, sun is rising.

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143studies · 2 months

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planner review 🐻‍❄️

(eng) before i start to set this baby up i wanted to make a post to review this planner with you guys ♡ (simply because i enjoy when other people do it hehe)

(ptbr) antes de eu começar a organizar essa doçura eu quis fazer um post de review desse planner pra vocês ♡ (simplesmente pq eu amo quando outras pessoas fazem o mesmo)

(eng) ever since my application was successfully accepted by my course, i've been looking online for some stationery items and i decided that i want to start using planners again! it's been a while i don't commit to one because i graduated some years ago but i've been really inspired by the girls from xiaohongshu because they seem very organized with their notes.

(ptbr) desde que minha inscrição foi aceita com sucesso pela organização do meu curso, eu venho olhando online alguns artigos de papelaria e eu decidi que queria voltar a usar um planner de novo! faz tempo que eu não me comprometo com um pq eu me formei tem alguns anos mas eu ando me inspirando muito nas meninas do xiaohongshu pq elas parecem muito organizadas com as anotações delas.

(eng) to be honest i didn't have anything fancy in mind while looking for a planner, i just knew i wanted one with a calendar view (just like the picture above. )

(ptbr) pra ser honesta eu não tinha nada de especial em mente enquanto eu procurava um planner pra comprar, eu só queria que tivesse uma página de calendário pra cada mês (que nem a foto de cima)

(eng) the first two pages of it are like this. this is more like an overview of the months ahead and the design is very minimal and intuitive and it supports more than 14 months. i'm starting mine now in the end of february so i'll be able to use it until april 25 or more.

(ptbr) as duas primeiras páginas são assim. esse começo é mais com um overview pra visualizar melhor os meses a seguir e o design dele é bem intuitivo e minimalista. somando as páginas, ele acomoda 14 meses e já que eu tô começando o meu agora no final de fevereiro eu vou conseguir usar até abril de 2025 ou até mais.

(eng) the next pages are in this calendar view which i love! like my previous comment, it supports more months than an entire year so this is real good no matter if you're starting yours in the start or in the middle of the year.

(ptbr) as próximas páginas são nessa visão de calendário e eu amei muito! igual eu disse lá em cima, ele acomoda mais de um ano inteiro então é muito bom independente se você vai começar o seu planner no começo ou no meio do ano.

(eng) after the calendar view, there's the weekly view. also great with a space in the right to make additional notes or add collages, receipts, stickers. logically, basically half of this planner are made of these pages.

(ptbr) depois das páginas de calendário, as páginas são nessa visão semanal e com um espacinho na página do lado direito pra anotar outras coisas, fazer colagens, por adesivos, notinhas fiscais etc. logicamente, basicamente metade desse planner é feito só dessas páginas. (me senti muito boba escrevendo isso porque parece óbvio por ser um planner né? mas decidi escrever mesmo assim)

(eng) lastly, the final half of the planner is composed by these two sections: one to organize projects and other part empty to do whatever you want!

(ptbr) por último, a metade final do planner é composta por essas duas seções: uma pra organizar projetos e afins e outra vazia pra você fazer o que quiser!

♡ ⋆ ° .˚ 𖧷 · ° .♡ ⋆ ♡ ⋆ ° .˚ 𖧷 · ♡

overall / num geral

(eng) i think i'll have a lot of fun using it! i'm also in a mood to use a lot of stickers and add coffeeshop receipts to my journals so i think i'll use this opportunity to practice my productivity AND my creativity.

(ptbr) acho que vou me divertir bastante usando esse planner. eu também tô numa vibe de usar bastante adesivos e adicionar notinhas fiscais de cafés que eu vou então vou aproveitar pra exercer minha produtividade E minha criatividade.

wtb / shipping

(eng) i bought it on alliexpress and to my region in Brazil it took about ten days to arrive. i paid around $5 dollars including shipping but it was on clearance :) it might be a little expensive now but nothing absurd.

(ptbr) eu comprei no alliexpress e aqui pra minha cidade levou uns dez dias pra chegar. em reais eu paguei mais ou menos 27 reais com o frete incluso mas estava na promoção :) talvez esteja um pouco mais caro agora mas nada absurdo.

link (alliexpress)

i hope you liked this review! espero que tenham gostado! ♡

#studyspo #planner #productivity #stationery haul #stationery #studies #light academia #study aesthetic #white aesthetic #gray aesthetic #cici blogs

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Letters To Apartment 64 D

Media: The Queen's Gambit (Netflix 2020)

Character: Benny Watts (Thomas Brodie Sangster)

Couple: Benny Watts X Reader

Rating: Mild Smut, Mostly Adorable

Concept: Long Distance Relationship

(Trying out a new way of labeling Fics what do we think ^)

I forced open the door, having to give it a shoulder shove as I always have to, given the door has been slowly falling from its hinges, I have told the landlord but I don’t think he particularly gives a shit. I threw my keys on the hook, my bag in my bedroom and my hat and jacket on the hooks beside the door. I sat the mail pile from the mailbox on the table to go through once I had a damn coffee. I emptied my bag throwing my clean clothes back in the drawers and my books on the table to put away later, throwing my laundry in the hamper. I quickly made myself a nice strong coffee and got settled in my chair with my knife.

I slowly went through the mail sorting through junk, invitations, press things and all sorts of other nonsense most of which I had one look at and threw away. I picked up the next and couldn't hold back the smile that cracked across my face.

The little baby blue paper was a little creased and bruised from its journey to my mailbox, the sweet navy blue ink in that flawed cursive I knew so well.

‘Benjamin Watts

Apartment 64 D

Stalemate Avenue

Brooklyn

New York

The United States Of America’

Just to be sure I flipped it over spotting where the envelope had been sealed up well with as few bruises across the paper. And the sweet little inked drawing of the little black and white panda bear.

So I smiled and put it away wanting to save it for later continuing on with my coffee and the rest of my mail.

After I had dealt with everything for the day, had myself a… semi-warm shower and got myself tucked up in bed, I got the little letter from the side table and I couldn’t help my smile. I carefully opened it revealing the three of the same sweet smaller blue stationery envelopes with the same blue ink. One had a little heart drawn on it, the other had a chess piece, and the last had a little newspaper. I smiled and opened the little newspaper envelope seeing her sweet letter.

'Dear Benny,

I hope that you are feeling well after your laborious travels. I sometimes know how you can get when you're travelling a lot. Pray to tell, how have your tournaments gone? I'll likely hear of the outcome in the following days but I know you so like to have my letters when you return home and of course, and of course I like to ask to hear of it from you. Things are going well here much as they always are even if the weather has turned rather harsh, much more so than last year. I, at last, found the time to change around my curtains and other linens I’m sure I’ll find other jobs for myself in the coming months. I’m sure you will too find something to take up your time post chess season. Perhaps you’ll finally find the time to get that basement of yours looking more like a home, I Was so thrilled to receive your letter, I felt like I hadn’t heard from you in months, I really missed my little cowboy X ’

The letter talked of course about everything I had asked her in the letter I sent her a few months ago along with all the other news going on with her lately. I smiled and put it away on the side so I could write her a reply to her in the morning. I opened up the small chess envelope seeing the small sweet note with the move

White D4 Castle to D6

I laughed a little, getting my small travel board and doing the move she made taking notes so I could send her back my own move, knowing it won’t be long until we had finished this game even though we started it over a year ago.

Admittedly I considered leaving the last little envelope but I’m already all cosy and cuddled up in bed opening the little heart envelope and immediately six little polaroids fluttered onto my bedsheets. And I smirked setting everything else away picking up the little polaroids seeing her in her sweet little flowery dress, another of her out in her garden among the daisies, Another of her in her sweet vanity blowing me a little kiss, Another of her laying in her bed with a sweet black lace set of bra and panties tight and snug around her plump body revealing so much but nothing I had seen in her photos before. And the last in a sweet black lace bra and panties with the bra pulled down enough to reveal her perky breasts.

“Hummm dirty girl” I smirked looking over them and grabbing the little box from under my bed, the old battered shoe box filled to the brim with our other letters and the other sweet and sexy polaroids she had sent to me...

I stood having my second coffee of the morning attempting to get the metal capacity to take a damn shower. When I heard a knock on the door which confused me. I set my coffee down and went to the door giving it a firm pull and being met by a familiar face.

"Morning Watts"

"What do you want Weiss?"

"Mostly to bug the shit out of you, and not pay for a hotel during my layover?"

"Fine" I sighed letting him in "Coffee?"

"Yeah go on then" He laughs taking off his jacket and having a look around my apartment "Still living in a crack den I see"

"Ex crack den." I corrected

"They left, I moved in. that's how renting works Weiss" I explained as I made him a coffee

"Didn't even put new wallpaper on the walls?"

"Why? it's... fine" I shrug

"I am waiting for the day I walk in here and its a perfect little place"

"Why?"

"I'll know you got a girlfriend"

"Don't be a dick," I told him handing over his coffee and taking a seat at the table

"Still haven't brought a couch?"

"Why? I have a chair"

"Some would call that antisocial ben"

"People don't like it they are welcome to fuck off"

"Now that is being antisocial" he laughs "Can I change my clothes? been in these on the plane I feel horrid"

"Go on," I told him so he happily headed into the bedroom I didn't think much about it getting my typewriter set up as I needed to get some writing done today, and soon enough he returned in a new shirt with a smirking smile across his lips "What?" I glared giving him a look but he just smirked at me "What?" I asked again more firmly this time

"what's her name?"

"Whose name?"

"you know who"

"I do not."

He smirked and set the last couple of polaroids onto the table "who is she?" he smirked

"I said you could change, not go through my stuff!" I complained grabbing them and hiding them away

He smirked and took the seat across from me, "something you want to tell me ben?"

"No" I snapped focusing on loading my typewriter

"I already know so tell me"

"You don't know shit Weiss"

"I know there's… a girl." He smirked

"Do you now"

"Who likes you enough to flash her tits in a polaroid for you" he smirked and I didn't even look at him "come on, I won't tell anyone"

"Yeah you won't, because I'm not telling you anything. It's my business. It's got nothing to do with you Weiss"

"Tell me, come on. Or I will tell everybody about your little polaroid girly"

I sighed "will you shut the fuck up. If I tell you?"

"Yes"

"And you won't say a word to anyone else"

"Cross my heart"

"I'm serious Weiss. I hear anything about this outside of this apartment I take my knife and do something so horrific to your dick you will never want to look at it again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes" he gulped

"Fine. And don't judge me"

"I won't I promise"

"Fine." I sighed, having a sip of my coffee. I pushed myself up from the chair going to my bedroom seeing where I hadn't put away the little box from last night where he clearly found those photos, so I returned them to the box and brought the box to the table taking out the photo she sent me so long ago, in her beautiful black dress letting him see the photo "Her name is y/n."

"Y/n? Cute."

"And she lives in the UK"

"What?"

"Yeah"

"How did you two meet then?"

"Well… we haven't officially. Met."

"Hu? Okay I need an explanation. Like now."

"When I finished my book, openings and tactics advanced"

"Yes benny I remember your book" he sighed sipping his coffee

"The chess federation paid to publish it, but due to them being cheapskate assholes they only paid for US distribution. And a couple of months after it got published I got a letter from the chess federation said someone was trying to get in contact with me about the book so I accepted. And a week or so later a letter came" I explained "from the UK, from y/n. She is the UK chess champion held the title for six years when we first got talking, she knew of me of course thought the chess news and things and she was very interested in one getting her own book published in the US

and two getting my book published in the UK and Europe. We ended up getting nowhere with it but I sent her a copy of my book and she sent me one of hers" I told him getting the book from my box "and… we got attached to each other. It started off normal. Innocent. Just writing letters back and forth. Playing chess thought the mail and all just little things" I shrug "but we grew closer, and talked more and more and now, we talk all the time in letters always sending things back and forth to each other, put kisses on the ends of our letters, send each other polaroids cute and not so… innocent. And we're kinda, dating. Long distance."

"So, this whole box?"

"Is letters, our via mail chess games, pictures, drawings, little trinkets and things she's sent me. Ohh yeah she went on holiday to the coast last summer and she sent me a little Panda on a string" I smiled getting the tiny bear as I flipped thought the box

".... Hang on, have you two actually ever met?"

"No. Not in person. But I really do like her, I do. And it's not like I don't want to we've both busy and I don't get chance"

"She sent you a picture of her in sexy lingerie and with her tits out. And I'm going to guess there are alot of them like that in that box"

"..... maybe"

"And let me guess you have also sent her… of you-"

"Yes."

"Funny question I know. Why don't you just call her?"

"Time zones. Plus writing to each other is cuter plus we both travel a lot so it's easier just to have letters waiting"

"Benny. I admit I'm not the smartest guy in the world"

"Obviously" I told him

"But. Come on. If you like her that much, just hop on a plane or buy her a ticket and met this girl"

"Your right. I jumped can't afford it"

"Benny Watts you just one US Chess champion. Use your prize money to pay for it"

"Well…"

"What else are you going to do with the money?"

"Well, my car needs work, I need some new jeans, a couch as you so often suggest"

"Gambling it all away"

"Shut up Weiss"

"And your rather do all that, then actually meet in person this girl you've been talking to for years, and who is your girlfriend and get that you have never actually met"

"Point taken"

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someonelookingpraediti · 11 months

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OwlCrate Unboxing

Against All Odds May 2023

The theme is "Against All Odds", which I guess kind of fits with the fandoms featured, in that it would be hard not to fit in with the theme. Like, most books have odds to be overcome?

The featured book is "Divine Rivals" by Rebecca Ross. I won't read this, because I've read another book by the author, and it was genuinely so boring. But this edition is one of the best OwlCrate have done! It's got a vastly improved design on the cover, artwork on the inside of the dust jacket, exclusive patterned endpapers, stencilled edges, and a ribbon bookmark!

The first item is the next in the Lord of the Rings bowl collection! I thought that the four we got last year were the entire collection, but I'm so, so happy we're getting more! I love this collection! This one is inspired by Rohan, and it's really pretty!

Next up is a pencil tin, which is billed as a bookmark tin, but like. It's a pencil tin. I would have loved this when I was at school. I'm not sure how much use I'll get out of this, but it's really nice - it's one of those split level ones with the tray that fits in? It's inspired by "The Girl who Fell Beneath the Sea", which I still haven't read.

Next is a wax seal kit. It's based on "Dance of Thieves". This is a nice item to get, but as someone who actually uses wax seals, it's not something I'd use. I don't use wax sticks, they're good for one-off use, but not for frequent use. The stamp is poor quality and the design is really shallow so won't make a decent impression in the wax. It would be a nice item for someone to get if they weren't already a stationery fiend.

Last, we have a set of transparent bookmarks! These are based on "Daughter of the Moon Goddess", "Six Crimson Cranes", and "A Magic Steeped in Poison". These are so original, and such an exciting item to get! But they're not as good in practice as in theory. They look amazing against a plain white background, but as soon as there is any texture, image, or text behind them, the design is totally obscured.

This month's pin is inspired by "We Hunt the Flame". It's nice, as they all are, but twelve of the same pin is just too many. However, I'm looking forward to next month's, which has a Raven Boys theme - I'm really hoping for Gansey's journal!

#unboxing #owlcrate #divine rivals #rebecca ross #against all odds

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cordeliaflyte · 1 year

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Answer 1: I wink at Mopsie to let her know that I, too, approve of her rebellious nature.

Answer 2: I give Mopsie an admonishing look.

Answer 3: I raise one eyebrow to suggest to Rory that he ought to make less of a show of support for Mopsie in public.

#tally ho

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thessalian · 2 years

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Thess vs Working From Home, Or Not

I am going to preface this entire thing with the following: I have zero issue with the strike action the public transport workers are taking. Is it annoying? Yes. However, I get it. I don’t want to see ticket offices entirely phased out or dozens of bus lines shut down, as much for the people who need those services as for the transport staff who will end up out of work as a result of these ‘cost-cutting measures’. So if I sound like I’m bitching about anything, it’s not about that.

No, I’m bitching about the office right now.

Look, very few of us actually work nearby to the hospital at which we work. We pretty much all require some element of public transport to get to our jobs. And on Friday, there’s going to be a Tube strike and a strike of one of the bus companies that services London. So while the buses I would generally take to get to work will be technically operational, they will be crowded as fuck because everyone will be taking the bus instead of the Tube and that’s a very solid NO THANK YOU from me. Goblin relies on both Tube and train to get to work, and the trains are on strike on Thursday, so she’s not in Thursday or Friday. Temp is one of the few people in the office who can actually get to the office with little more than having to navigate traffic, because she can drive the whole way (though that only because the hospital’s offering free parking on that day).

Now, we’ve known about this strike for weeks. When I was pretty sure it was going ahead - as in, about three weeks ago - I booked Friday off. That annual leave request was approved at the beginning of last week. Same with Goblin’s requests for annual leave on Thursday and Friday because it’s better than taking unpaid leave because of a public transport strike.

And today I got an email from Scruffman - the one who approved my annual leave request, by the way - asking about whether I’d be able to get into work on the strike days. My response was a slightly more polite version of “I should be fine on Thursday but I booked Friday off because it was going to be an issue, and you approved that a little over a week ago”.

Why the living hell didn’t he check our schedules for those days to see if we’d made arrangements in that regard before he sent emails that were basically like, “We want to be able to still provide service so I need to know if there’s any possible way for you to be in”. I don’t know for sure that it was supposed to be a guilt trip but it read like a guilt trip.

Well. If I was less of a polite person, I would not be crafting a carefully-worded email about the current situation and how it relates to other matters in the office. If I was less of a polite person, I would be emailing Head Honcho with a CC to Scruffman saying, “Further to our issues with attendance owing to strike action, we all know full well that the strikes aren’t going to stop any time soon because this government - or at least its appointed representative for this kind of thing - refuses to even attend talks to try to sort things out. This government just ignores it and hopes it’ll go away. Well, it’s not going to go away and we’re going to be in this position many, many more times over the next few months. You’ve already lost one staffer because of your refusal to expedite our ability to work from home (I know I’m not supposed to know that but I do know that), and now you’re losing more productivity days because we can neither work from home nor get to the office. We already have the hardware, as witness the laptops gathering dust on the table next to the stationery cupboard. We’ve already fully migrated to the new system that was your excuse last time someone asked about this. The consultants have been able to work from home for something to the order of two years now. You can avoid this kind of mess in the future by expediting the work from home set-up you’ve been promising your secretaries would happen at the beginning of this year. So if you could move on that - and also maybe speed up the hiring of new staff to replace the staffer that left, even if it involves getting in someone from a temp agency, because we are floundering right now - that’d be easier on all of us. If nothing else, Occupational Health recommended this for me, and they certainly did not recommend me having to push twice as hard to make up for one ragequit and a staffer who still leaves me with all the long energy-intensive typing the second she feels she can get away with it.”

However, I am generally a polite person, or I try to be, so I’m going to wait until I’m not tired and hacked off with everything before I even try to put that into proper office-speak. But this is why I’m having a supremely shitty day.

#Thess has a day job

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bookishlyjules · 2 years

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SEE YOU YESTERDAY by Rachel Lynn Solomon - Review

About the Book:

Barrett Bloom is hoping college will be a fresh start after a messy high school experience. But when school begins on September 21st, everything goes wrong. She’s humiliated by the know-it-all in her physics class, she botches her interview for the college paper, and at a party that night, she accidentally sets a frat on fire. She panics and flees, and when she realizes her roommate locked her out of their dorm, she falls asleep in the common room. The next morning, Barrett’s perplexed to find herself back in her dorm room bed, no longer smelling of ashes and crushed dreams. It’s September 21st. Again. And after a confrontation with Miles, the guy from Physics 101, she learns she’s not alone—he’s been trapped for months. When her attempts to fix her timeline fail, she agrees to work with Miles to find a way out. Soon they’re exploring the mysterious underbelly of the university and going on wild, romantic adventures. As they start falling for each other, they face the universe’s biggest unanswered question yet: what happens to their relationship if they finally make it to tomorrow?

Review:

It’s truly no surprise that I loved this book. To begin, I absolutely love Rachel Lynn Solomon and everything she puts onto paper. What was special about this book in particular was both its genre bending AND its audience bending. Rachel has previously written both YA and Romance however this book was steadily in the New Adult category with its college placement and sex positivity. I am always on the hunt for NA books, especially college books, because these didn’t exist when I was going through these experiences. As a Jewish girl (who also happened to write for her university school paper!) I felt a kinship to Barrett in a way I hadn’t with other Jewish characters before. She was explicitly written as NOT being skinny, having large curly hair, and being unapologetically Jewish, everything I was too at that age. From roommate bonding, to new college experiences, these were the very details I did at this point in my life, though I fortunately wasn’t trapped in a time loop! Without giving more away, I am just so happy this book exists. From my low sci-fi and romance loving heart, I hope more people realize books like this can exist (AND WITH AN AMAZING EDIT THAT THIS IS NOW AN NYT BEST SELLER!!!!!!) and I’m looking forward to reading and reviewing them whenever I get that chance.

About the Author:

Rachel Lynn Solomon writes about imperfect people falling in love. She is the New York Times bestselling author of Today Tonight Tomorrow, See You Yesterday, The Ex Talk, and more. Originally from Seattle, she's currently navigating expat life with her husband in Amsterdam, where she can often be found exploring the city, collecting stationery, and working up the courage to knit her first sweater. Connect with her on Instagram @rlynn_solomon.

#book review #see you yesterday #Rachel Lynn Solomon #YA literature #YA #yalit #books #review #bookishlyjules

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minorhoursmagazine · 2 years

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Issue 27, containing: Elements of a Still-Room, Commonplaces (Regarding Grief), Local Wanderings, Commonplaces (Regarding Love), A Dialogue, Letters, Commonplaces (Regarding Hope), &c.

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SOME EDITORIAL NOTES

It's an odd time of year, gentle readers, and an odd mood I find myself in. While the calendar in no way suggests it, the air seems set for turning from one year to the next-- a book closing, another opening. I feel like I'm reviewing the reference list of last year, paging through the index to see what, after all, warranted a listing.

It is August, and I am approaching a door whose lintel bears the words laborem et dolorem. Or, no, that's mixing metaphors-- it's a book that I'm approaching, waiting on the shelf for me to switch it out with the one I've been diligently reading for the last year. On the cover is a door whose lintel bears the words dum vita est, spes est. The door is an open one, and on the other side: an indistinct and distant figure, holding up a lamp.

It's sad to let go of the last year. There's a kind of love that comes from surviving everything that came my way -- love of self, love for that which is lost, love for that which might never be (but was, nevertheless, envisioned). Letting go of the year -- putting down this book -- feels like losing that odd love too.

It doesn't much matter that I know I'll love again. It won't be this year's love. I can see it now, understand the feeling, but I've only really encompassed it in these moments leading to its loss. Like, I suppose, it's meant to be-- but it's still strange to have it now, in August, and it's strange to feel it so acutely, and I don't know how much of these notes I'll keep come morning, but for the moment:

Here is one foot on the side of this turning year, and here is one foot on the other, and here is me, caught centered between the two, under a lintel that bears the words aut inveniam viam aut faciam. I suppose the following articles will reflect the same.

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ELEMENTS OF A STILL-ROOM

In the last few months I have, astonishingly, fallen to the siren call of bullet journalling.

For those unaware, a bullet journal is essentially a dot-grid journal, like so:

Fig. 1. An open, blank journal printed entirely with a grid composed of dots. It is a formless void of possibility and potential horror.

Bullet journalling, the method of personal organization intended to be developed outside the bounds of pre-printed organizers and to the benefit and use of the individual, is notably different from bullet journalling, the social media-driven artistic style and justification for stationery porn ostensibly for the use of organizing one's personal journal.

Like any stationery nerd who desperately needs to become better organized but fails when confronted with what "normal" persons seem to think is the best method to organize one's thoughts, I was very intrigued by bullet journalling when I saw it running through the socials, but attempting the artistic style was entirely too overwhelming -- my attempt at the method was stymied by the need for perfection I assumed was a necessary part of the process.

It was only this year that I returned to it again, partially because I was seeking out advice to help my oldest child incorporate doodling into their note-taking and partially because I found myself with Rather a Lot of Thoughts to Organize, and in doing research I came across a video by youtube user studyquill, called "what I learned from 5 years of bullet journaling (and why i'm quitting)". Her discussion was enormously helpful, and led me to actually start my first journal.

As it turns out, provided I don’t worry overmuch about any performative nonsense, it is intensely useful for me to be able to collect my research about various things in locations outside my own head. I have so far accumulated about five or so different journals on different topics, including home ownership, art and art projects, household recipes and methodology, financial management, and so on. My primary tools are Sharpie pens on inexpensive journals found on sale from big-box craft stores -- but I also have a small ridiculous pen case filled with highlighters and such, because there is performative for others, and then there’s performative for myself, and I am perfectly happy to indulge in one while decrying the other.

As can be expected, there’s a huge overlap in topics and interests, and sometimes the same sort of item can come up across multiple journals. At the moment, the household recipes journal (which we shall call “Queenie” for the duration) is possessed of several series’ of notes regarding Regency-era style still-rooms. Keen readers may recall my previous experiments in housewitchery -- I have only gotten more outrageous with them, and they are the sorts of things that are best suited to creating in a dedicated space that is no longer quite common but is nonetheless something I deeply wish to possess.

Then there’s my home ownership journal (which we will call “Reginald,” because I think that’s funny) -- it exists to catalogue the large amount of information and research and preferences and thoughts related to finding, buying, and making a home in our modern era. While Queenie may have the research, Reginald has the wishlist: fixtures, equipment, supplies, storage needs, glassware, safety measures, &c. It is easier, I find, to daydream if I do so with some amount of accuracy.

While Queenie and Reginald are quite tied together in this matter, the art and art projects journal is a bit more obscure in its relationship. It actually possesses a name already: "Historically Inaccurate," which is also the name of my Vast Publishing and Artistic Shenanigan Empire. Historically Inaccurate has within it any number of projects, most of which are small tangible bits and bobs for the purposes of art sales and whatnot. It is, in many ways, a useful outlet for the parts of me that aren’t easily assuaged by the pen and keyboard, not to mention the parts of me that still long to run an esoteric shop slash performance art piece. (Cf. daydreams, gentle reader.)

At any rate: Most recently, Historically Inaccurate has been delicately inundated with project ideas for, ahem, historically accurate cosmetics, floral waters, balms, salves, and other items of self-care easily achievable within a modern kitchen provided one doesn’t mind carefully researching replacements for all the poisonous ingredients.

It is, I think, the next step to my overall bogwitch evolution -- but it highlights what things I want to do, what things I could achieve, if I had not only the inclination but the real wherewithal as well.

It is a pleasant thing to dream about (and in my dreams, I plan.)

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COMMONPLACES (REGARDING GRIEF)

From Mary Ruefle's "Twenty-Two Short Lectures" in Bat City Review:

Short Lecture on Translation I asked my friend the translator, What was the first known act of translation in the history of mankind? His answer was, Probably something into or out of Egyptian. I thought about this for a while and ventured a certainty: No, I said, it was when a mother heard her baby babble or cry, and had to decide in an instant what it meant.

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From Sadeq Rahimi's The Hauntology of Everyday Life:

What haunts is not that which is gone, it is that which was expected to come but whose condition of arrival has been foreclosed, and the ghost is an advocate of the promised future that was unrightfully canceled when the past was destroyed.

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From Gregory Orr's Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence:

To guide someone through the hall of hell is not the same as love.

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LOCAL WANDERINGS

In the past week I took my youngest child to the White Mountain area of New Hampshire, visiting penny-candy shops, introducing her to the sacred Wolfman experience, and casually getting stranded in a receptionless area as my car's alternator decided that life was too short to remain a functioning part of my daily conveyance.

But in and around that excitement, there was certainly beauty.

Fig. 2. Through the White Mountains, where the clouds are near and waiting.

Fig. 3. A portion of the Pemigewasset, stones smooth and waiting like a child's fantasy of what playing in a river should be.

Fig. 4. Self-portrait.

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COMMONPLACES (REGARDING LOVE)

From Louise Glück's "Sunrise":

And if you missed a day, there was always the next, and if you missed a year, it didn't matter, the hills weren't going anywhere, the thyme and rosemary kept coming back, the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit--

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From coffeepeople:

How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden.

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From viridianmasquerade:

I make my ramen the way a friend taught me in eleventh grade. Every fall, I listen to a playlist made for me by a boy I drove across a border to hook up with. I eat sushi because a girl who won’t talk to me anymore made me try it, and Indian food because my best friend’s parents ordered for me before I knew what I liked. There are movies I love because someone I loved loved them first. I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.

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A DIALOGUE

The Editors: ...Milton's description sounds just like New Hampshire: "O'er many a frozen, many a fiery alp / Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens"-- oh, and monsters, obviously.

Daughter: Fairies; moose; Mt. Washington.

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LETTERS

From "A Correspondent," to the Magazine, "Postcards from the Edge of Beyond":

Concerning the Postcard to Mrs. Mary Belden [Issue 3, "Small Ways" - Eds.], as I'm sure you've long-since recognized, the line in the address immediately following "Sharon," is the old pre-ZIP abbreviation for Connecticut, viz. "Conn" (rendered in cursive with a rather more florid capital-C than Palmer Method usually employs).

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From the Magazine, to the Correspondent, "A response":

The Editors had not yet, in fact, recognized the abbreviation "Conn", and were still in the throws of believing the line to be an ill-rendered number or word.

It's easy to realize, after the fact, that time has changed that which is easily recognizable to that which is not. There are always a select few who either remember things as they were, or choose to keep the information alive in hope of some distant use-- though that seems, sometimes, as if these people are depending their future fortunes on a world that will still contain enough recognizable edges that the crowbar of Knowledge might be applied until the cask opens and Comprehension is revealed.

We worry, sometimes, that this will not be the case. The golden records sent out on Voyager 1 and 2 come to mind.

Fig. 5. "The Golden Record cover shown with its extraterrestrial instructions. Credit: NASA/JPL"; or: a message, known and unknown. Waiting.

We say this, knowing fully well that it speaks poorly as to our education and general cleverness, but: For all that the record has dozens of clues and instructions intended to provide assistance to whoever might find it, whenever that might be, in whatever form they might take and whatever level of technology they might have...

It is beautiful -- but incomprehensible -- to the Editors.

With the explanation provided by NASA, the levels of information and the sheer hope and love put into the project are clear-- but in some distant place, some future time, what will survive of it? What makes this record the easiest way to communicate a people and a time, that makes it different from the Voynich manuscript or Linear A?

Maybe the makers explain their thinking somewhere; we have not checked, much the way someone cracking open one of the Voyagers and finding these rendered objects can't/couldn't/won't/willn't. We can only assume, then, that for all its cleverness, for all the information packed within it to allow some peoples the ability to open door after door into who we once were, and why we wanted so strongly to share who we were and who we might be outside the confines of our small world--

They are just postcards. Messages to someone else, with depths of meaning that may never be known (though some with specialized knowledge might, perhaps, glean glimpses here and there). But they were important enough to send out. And as with Mrs. Barnum to Mrs. Belden, for those who find these records perhaps the most important message will be: "These were people, once. And there was feeling, there."

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COMMONPLACES (REGARDING HOPE)

From fiovske:

a ship loves an anchor the same way a hearth loves a fire with enough passion to make it a home

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From lyricwritesprose, paraphrasing Fred Clark's post "L.B.: The Rise of the Anti-Huck":

I used to read a blogger who insisted that “All right, I’ll go to Hell,” from Huckleberry Finn is the most pure and perfect prayer in the canon of American literature. Meaning, as I understand it, that the decision to do the right thing in the face of eternal damnation is the most holy decision one can make, and if God Himself is not proud of the poor mixed-up kid, then God Himself is not worth much more than a “Get thee behind me,” and the rest of us should be lining up to go to Hell too.

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From swampmaiden:

you see a tiny sign planted in the ground. bending down to read, you just make out, in impossibly tiny script "a mundane clump of dirt; much beloved by god, like any other"

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ANNOUNCEMENTS

What will the new year (that is not a new year, that exists for no one but myself and the season turning) bring? I don't know. The living room is dark, and the lamplight insufficient. A character on a television show once said

"What is grief, but love persevering?"

An actor on a chat show said that

grief is unexpressed love.

One of the first pieces of poetry I ever found on my own, and loved in an instant, said

An angel with no face embraced me and whispered through my whole body: “Don’t be ashamed of being human, be proud! Inside you vault opens behind vault endlessly. You will never be complete, that’s how it’s meant to be.”

But I'm realizing: What it means to be halfway through the door to tomorrow is that I can no longer see what the lintel reads. And maybe that's for the best; Latin was never my subject anyway.

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Simply Zinnia Card [Diagonal Pocket Fold Series #6]

ZINNIAS DOUBLE POCKET CARD I'm thrilled to share a card-making journey that marries elegance with a sprinkle of surprise. The Double Pocket Tag Card, featuring the soon-to-be-released Flowering Zinnias Suite, is more than just a card—it's a delightful experience for both the maker and the receiver. Let's delve into the essence of this creation, from its inspiration to its versatile applications, and how you can bring this beauty to life. Inspiration: A Garden of Paper The genesis of this project was the enchanting Flowering Zinnias Suite, part of the exciting Online Exclusives launching next month. My vision was to craft a card that not only sends a message but also unfolds like a narrative. By combining the vibrant Zinnias with thoughtful phrases from the Sweetly Scraped and Happy Little Things stamp sets, I aimed to create a garden in bloom, with each tag representing a flower in this paper-crafted Eden. The special twist? As each tag is lifted, a heartwarming greeting is revealed, transforming a simple card into a memorable experience. Versatility for Every Occasion What excites me about this design is its adaptability. Initially crafted as a birthday greeting, I quickly realized its potential to transcend occasions. By simply altering the greeting, this card transforms—making it perfect for Mother's Day, anniversaries, or just because. It's a testament to how creativity can bridge messages and moments. A Note on Presentation Given its dimensional beauty, this card challenges the norms of envelope sizing. The floral overhang and tag protrusions beckon for a larger envelope or perhaps a gentle bubble wrap embrace. It's a small consideration for ensuring this piece of art arrives as intended—pristine and surprising. The Zinnias: A Closer Look The Flowering Zinnias Suite is a celebration of versatility. Whether you're aiming for a vibe that's groovy or leaning towards elegance, this collection is your ally. With crafting paper that sings in vibrant hues and dies that bring flowers and foliage to life, the possibilities are endless. And for those eagerly awaiting, keep an eye out for my Flowering Zinnias Stationery Box Special Offer in the Stamps in the Mail kit. Bringing the Card to Life For those ready to embark on this creative endeavor, everything you need is at your fingertips. I've prepared a comprehensive guide, complete with step-by-step instructions, a handy template, precise measurements, and a detailed supply list. This treasure trove of information is available in a free PDF, ensuring a smooth crafting journey. A Visual Companion: The Video Tutorial Prefer a visual walkthrough? Join me in the video tutorial where I share the nuances of creating the Diagonal Double Pocket Fold. It's a fantastic way to see the card come together, offering tips and tricks along the way. Continuing the Series This card marks the 6th installment of my Diagonal Double Pocket Series. For enthusiasts and newcomers alike, this series offers a deep dive into the world of creative card-making, with each installment building on the last to expand your crafting repertoire. Happy crafting! Tami INSTRUCTIONS, TEMPLATE & VIDEO INSTRUCTIONS PDF ⬇ The instructions include measurements and step by step directions to create this card. There is also a clickable supply list. DOWNLOAD PDF VIDEO ⬇ DIAGONAL DOUBLE POCKET TAG CARD VIDEO UPRIGHT Z FOLD VIDEO CLASS SUPPLIES I USED SUPPLIES I USED TO CREATE THIS CARD⬇ Click the thumbnail links to view more details on each product and to purchase in my Online Store. SEE THE NEW ONLINE EXCLUSIVES These are the new Online Exclusives dropping March 5. VIDEOS See these 2 suites and all of the new Online Exclusives on these videos. MORE TUTORIALS IN MY DIAGONAL DOUBLE POCKET SERIES Click the thumbnails below for more free tutorials in my series. STAMPIN' UP! CATALOGS CURRENT SPECIALS PHOTOS I aimed to create a garden in bloom, with each tag representing a flower in this paper-crafted Eden. The special twist? As each tag is lifted, a heartwarming greeting is revealed, transforming a simple card into a memorable experience. By simply altering the greeting, this card transforms—making it perfect for Mother's Day, anniversaries, or just because. The words are from the Sweetly Scraped and Happy Little Things stamp sets I created this card base as a full card. I used the Mossy Meadow card stock from the base, then added the designer paper. DOUBLE POCKET TAG #6 These tags can be reused after gifting as either tags or book marks. Want to save these ideas for later? Pin them to your favorite Pinterest board. Have you tried these designs? I love to see your creations! Be sure to share them on #shareyourcrafts post every Saturday on my Facebook Page Read the full article

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route warnings: major character death, stalking/obsession, manipulation, lying, unsanitary heavy petting, unethical power imbalance, obsessive!reader, consensual yandere (?)

➡ Sneak backstage.

The nonsensical thought flits across your mind faster than you can shoot it down. You really could just try your luck… the crowd has thinned dramatically, and the security guard is nowhere to be found at the moment. This isn’t to say that you shouldn’t still be on your guard – but, at present, the coast is as clear as it is going to get.

This is your one shot. At the rapid rate of ShinShow’s ever-burgeoning popularity, a performance with such little security and such an abundance of doe-eyed, empty-headed newbie fans might never happen again! Their next comeback is sure to usher in a new hoard of attention: and with this added clout comes a management and company that actually have to start giving a fuck about the safety of their artists.

With the meddling of all those annoying interlopers, how would you be able to finally come face-to-face with your beloved bassist?

Okkotsu Yuuta has held your heart for ransom even before he’d officially debuted. You still reminisce quite fondly over his trainee days, wherein he published various rambling digital diaries and amateur vlog content in hopes of attracting a meager fanbase. How surprised he would have been, you think, to know that even in all of his awkward, high-school aged, pimple-faced, choppy-banged glory, he was already oshi material.

As bashful as he once was – and, to a certain adorably extent, still is – your regular comments on his social media posts and live stream chats never failed to send him spiraling into a flustered, stuttering mess. He didn’t need to read them out loud for you to know that his rosy cheeks and averted eyes were definitely because of the funny words, encouragements, praise, and cheers you showered upon him.

His first debut was a monumental milestone in both his career, as well as your relationship as a dedicated fan! Handwritten fan mail was one of many increasingly intimate expressions of dedication through which you rewarded him for stepping up from the rank of overworked trainee to an official (still overworked) idol!

Surely, your handwriting must be distinct to him at this point. Does his heart flutter in his chest at the sight of your signature stationery? You hope so…

Meeting him in person, finally, will be good for the both of you. Although, initially, your unannounced appearance might be a bit of a shock, positive feelings are sure to flow as soon as you explain that you are actually @princess_okkkotsu – yes, the very same fan who sends a letter each month, along with a uniquely charming homemade eraser!

He will swoon, obviously, and maybe even take your hands and sincerely thank you for supporting him for such a long time. You will somehow not die, and live on not to tell the tale, but to greedily hoard the memory all to yourself, clutching it close at all times, feeding yourself on the remnants of its original ecstasy. Yes. It will be perfect.

You just have to get into his dressing room.

After all these years, he’s never changed. Yuuta’s habit has always been to decompress in isolation in the wake of a performance. What a loner. You love that about him, just as you love everything else about him.

It is with almost comical ease that you slink up the stage’s side-stairs, slipping behind the main set with all the courage afforded to you by your unwavering dedication. Once you pass the break area, green room, and technical areas, you are delighted to discover that the dressing room doors are helpfully labeled by name! This makes things much easier and eliminates the possibility of any awkward misunderstandings. Of course, you love all the ShinShow members…but that doesn’t mean you want Yuuta to find out about you in another man’s private quarters.

Despite the anemic, uniformly rendered type-faced font, Yuuta’s name calls for you like a wounded animal crying out in the throes of night. No amount of boring, digitally-produced characters could rob the spine-tingling morbidity from his name’s kanji. As the character ‘Yu’ suggests, he was born into this world already grieving. As a helpless moth drawn to the flame, you have no choice but to propel yourself forward, unthinkingly, in the reckless pursuit of standing at his side.

Miraculously, the door is unlocked. The sliver of empty space between the door and its frame yawns lackadaisically open, like the maw of a beast.

What will you do?

➡ Turn back.

➡ Enter.

#okkotsu yuuta x reader #okkotsu yuuta x y/n #okkotsu yuuta reader insert #okkotsu yuuta smut #jjk reader insert #jjk smut #final girl banjjakz #final girl jjk #my writing

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microfinanseer · 11 months

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Now that I signed up for some classes here in CDMX, I was excited to get some new notebooks. I love stationery shops and have always enjoyed shopping for school supplies. A morning walk to a stationery shop near me the other day had me recalling that time in 1982 when my mom took me to get school supplies for my new Mexican school. I needed pencils, paper, folders, some erasers, etc. The usual stuff.

I had intended to go to school like all kids my age. I was anxious, but looking forward to it. I actually didn’t mind school before, and had even managed to go to the gifted students’ program before moving from Maryland. I sometimes acted out in school in my earliest grades, but overall was always a quick study. But the challenges I faced in Mexican schools, comprised of situations and people, required a different set of skills I just couldn’t master. I don’t think that my super uncool Pittsburgh Steelers notebook (all that I could find) and geeky Dunlop sneakers helped my school status. I also was about a good 4 to 6 inches taller than most of the kids my age. Awkward all around.

In the end, back in '82, after 3 different schools in about 4 months, I stopped going to 5th grade. It was about 6 weeks before my mom found out. We went back to the States within 2 months after that. I sometimes have wondered what would have become of me if I had stayed in Mexico City then. Then my next thoughts are full of gratitude for the people - mentors, managers, teachers, family, and friends - who supported and encouraged me since then to strive to get beyond my past limitations and run toward my wildest dreams, whether in school, life, or my career. I may always have had curiosity and ambition within me, but I couldn't have been as successful without people who believed I could succeed in my life no matter where I started out.

Until next week!

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Morganaux will find a crystal resting on his desk when he next checked in with the Annex. There was a singular note, scribbled in neat penmanship. This will be what you need for your project. It went further on detailing how to change the appearance, citing that Morganaux needed to maintain a crisp image of what he wished the egi to appear as when next summoned – along with the requisite aether ( which the crystal would provide ).

Catching the glint of something unfamiliar upon his desk, the Elezen hurried over to see what it was, ears aflutter as he snatched up the note and read it over— and from the moment he read the first line, he knew who it must have been from.

Though he was quite tempted to immediately jump right into tinkering around with the crystal, it probably was not the wisest idea to try to use it without knowing exactly what to do with it. And so, he read on, the smile on his lips widening into a full-on grin by the time he was finished looking over the instructions. What a wonderful surprise to be greeted with after an exhausting day of adventuring!

He would have to thank Hephaistos for this gift— right now while it was fresh in his mind before the thrill of a new magical plaything was all that could occupy his thoughts. Finally taking the time to actually sit down at his desk, Morganaux at once began to pen a letter to the man in question, deciding that today was the perfect occasion to make use of the fancy stationery he had been hoarding for months.

And with his letter of gratitude sealed, stamped, and ready for delivery, now he could get started on summoning his egi! With the crystal in one hand and the note in the other, Morganaux quickly began to read over the instructions again. So, it seemed that all he needed for the summoning was the crystal, and then from there, he just needed to focus on what the egi was supposed to look like. That seemed easy enough.

...Except as hard as he tried to stay focused, he couldn't seem to bring its image to mind. He could muster up a blurred vision of the egi in his mind's eye, but as he tried to sharpen it and fill in the details, he found himself distracted. Instead of the egi in all its cosmic glory, Morganaux imagined himself humming a cheerful tune as he skipped off to the nearest postmoogle to hand off his letter. But that could wait for later.

Pushing that thought out of his mind, he closed his eyes and tried once more, only for his mind to wander again. This time, he thought of Hephaistos receiving a visit from the postmoogle with his letter in paw, and— no. He needed to stay focused.

Breathing in and giving an irritated huff, Morganaux this time tried to recall the image of the egi piece by piece: White, silken robes. A helm black like the night's sky decorated with glimmering constellations. Hephaistos sitting across from him at his desk as the two of them shared a pot of tea—

The Elezen shook his head, grabbing at a fistful of his ponytail as he slumped forward onto his desk. Perhaps it would be best to try again later when his brain decided it wanted to cooperate lest he ended up with an egi forged in the image of his new friend. Surely, the immense aether contained in the crystal was having an effect on his ability to concentrate. That had to be the reason why his mind kept wandering, and maybe he just needed to go take a walk, clear his head out with some fresh air, and try again later.

Giving a soft, almost wistful sigh, Morganaux tucked the note away safely in his pocket, then set the crystal back down. He supposed while he was out walking, now would be the perfect time to get his letter dropped off with the postmoogle.

#morganaux.txt #rp replies #morganaux answers #apollo asunder (wol verse)#phoinixflames #((DIFJIDJ oops i forgot to check my inbox apologies for the delay with this))#((and then accidentally wrote a novel lmao. anyway enjoy morgy being... well... morgy.))

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