so all (90%) of my books got destroyed by a fire in the storage facility and residual water/mold damage left untended for 2 months (not my choice).

Now i get to replace the books with a very limited insurance payout.

but which books do I replace?

figuring out the fiction books and manga/graphic novels i wanted to replace and not replace was easy

but what about my cookbooks? i lost a half a dozen pasta related cookbooks and some other ones.

what about my nonfiction? which myth and folklore and communication and culture books do i replace?

and most importantly right now, what about my children's picture books? (i do not have children, i mean my books that are children's picture books). nostalgia and such require that i buy at least a few, but figuring out which ones is hard!!!!!

i see and respect your “Wild is an arsonist who burns forests down” joke, but i raise you the ever funnier “Wild is a huge wildlife conservationist and will personally fight anyone who dares to set it ablaze (aka almost every single other Link)” joke

guess who saw mitski today🫶

tangentially related to that guy who wanted to take the excess mannequins: can I give something to artifact storage without making a statement on it? it needs to be Gone. immediately if possible, and i would feel guilty leaving it on the pavement outside the institute.

Don’t feel guilty, hagstone-rook! As long as it’s properly labelled with the correct warnings, you can leave it outside the Institute. Alternatively, you can bring it in yourself as you say— we would never force anyone to make a statement when they didn’t want to. You’d just need to sign the forms and drop it off. Good luck!

let it go (x)

not over how if you go to the flame wof tag im not in the top blogs . like what do you mean tumblr WHAT . i have like ten billion posts of flame . i drew him every day for THIRTY DAYS STRAIGHT . i am his #1 fan . i AM HIM . do not do me like this tumblr i guarantee you i post about him more than anyone else on this app

thinking about john's multitude of short-lived, often quickly-abandoned apartments for some reason, so a couple details:

although you might expect to find a very wizard-y interior to any place he's currently living at — you know, grimoires, skulls, dust, clutter, etc. — his flats actually tend to be fairly spartan in terms of decor; they've even been accused of looking modern, here and there. he just moves too frequently to really settle in & accrue Things, and has so often had to simply up & leave everything he currently owned behind (with very little chance of getting any of it back) that he no longer attaches much meaning to household objects.

besides the consistent presence of at least one bookshelf with at least 12 books on it, and a sad sprig of garden sage that miraculously hasn't died yet, the one exception to his lack of personal touch is his extensive collection of records + tapes, all of which he has repeatedly & methodically tracked down and bought / bid / traded / stolen / threatened for / blackmailed for / simply taken back whenever an enterprising landlord or new tenant left him the opportunity to do so. his record player itself has never needed to be taken back, since it has always mysteriously vanished from whatever flat he's leaving and mysteriously appeared wherever he's staying; it's convenient like that. his 10th anniversary walkman, however, frequently goes missing, only to turn up again later in a place he KNOWS he checked when he's least expecting it.

lack of home decor isn't to say he doesn't own much, mind: the bulk of his personal possessions — assorted occult paraphernalia, blackmail documentation, miscellaneous crap from his mucous membrane days, and anything he is able to take with him from past flats — are usually stored off-site, in a secure location that can't easily be tied back to him. this guy's been accused of being a satanic killer on multiple occasions, he knows better than to keep all the real shit out where anyone can just swan in and see it.

currently, this storage location (which i lovingly call occult shit central) is an abandoned inner london storefront + adjoining flat that was formerly his old friend ray monde's shop and home, called brick-a-brac antiques. it's decidedly cozier than the last place, (in that there are chairs, plural,) and has fewer bear traps laid out in anticipation of unlucky thieves; in fact, if a person were to visit without already knowing where constantine actually lives, it'd be easy to mistake it as his expectedly-wizardy flat. it's not an ideal location for an occult shit central, too close to the heart of the city and too close to people to avoid drumming up suspicion should constantine attempt any sort of ritual inside, but until chas finally quits ducking the paperwork and signs over his storage lot (which he may or may not be dragging his feet on out of pure resentment for having to do it at all) ray's place is the best option there is.

constantine's previous (and future) storage location was a lock-up in streatham that chas had been letting him use (see: all but surrendered to him entirely) since he got out of ravenscar, but after constantine's sister died, john decided he was done with magic and, in a spontaneous fit of rage, burnt the place down with everything but a few necessities still inside. he regretted this later, when he inevitably returned to the occult scene after just over a year away, and spent a lot of time calling in favors / hypnotizing arson inspectors to try and put together an inventory of everything he'd lost.

in the nearly 20 years since the fire, he's managed to replace or find substitutes for about 2/3 of what he had (occult-wise), and gather enough fresh dirt / do enough favors / orchestrate enough compromising situations to accumulate a little over 1/4 of the political / interpersonal power he once maintained. ( the lack of success in the latter being, in part, because people now in power aren't as familiar with his name & reputation as they once were; in part because people just don't believe in magic as much as they used to, or were otherwise bought by hell / heaven / other parties a LONG time ago; and in part because he's come to absolutely fucking despise most politicians / people in power more than he is willing to work with them, or more than he is able to plausibly believe they won't try to drop him at the first opportunity. )

you would be hard-pressed to find a landlady/landlord that speaks kindly of this man. if he wasn't kicked out for suspicious smells / disturbing noises / sudden infestations / suspected satanic activity, then it's likely that he abruptly up and disappeared in the middle of the night, with no warning and no rent. (on a few occasions, this vanishing act also coincided conspicuously with a gruesome death on the premises, sometimes of the landlady/landlord themselves, although no one's ever been able to prove anything.) frankly it's . . . magic, that people still rent to him.

due to these aforementioned bad ends, he's incredibly lucky if he gets enough time or leeway to take any sort of furniture with him from one place to the next. however, there is one incredibly comfy, wing-backed, sapphire-blue armchair that's miraculously managed to survive every move in the last ten or so years without being reported stolen — even though it has survived every move because it has, in fact, been stolen in the dead of night nearly every single time, by john and at least one of his buddies.

very evil of storage units to be almost entirely made of Metal, inside and out. id like to have a talk with whoever made that building decision. a friendly talk. ignore the barbed wire baseball bat its unrelated

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…I legit forgot about this one, I had prepared it a while ago for Halloween. Whoops. I was so focused on my luciravhalloween week, hehe.

Happy Halloween~ 🎃

AP Lit / AP Lang FRQ graders when one of the responses is a detailed guide on the most effective way to commit arson on a house at a specified address to ensure no survivors (It's their address) (but The student didn't provide a reasonable answer to the prompt, so they fail anyway)

Hey y'all! Weird question time again! Do any of you have advice for where to buy good paper copies of road maps, specifically of the eastern united states? I'm thinking like the east half of Tennessee and parts of the surrounding states. Some context: I saw that post about using our phones for everything being a single point of failure (true) and my dad is very hard to find presents for but appreciates being prepared for emergencies (he spent most of his 20s as a firefighter in wildfire territory) so I think he'd appreciate having paper copies of maps he could like keep in the car in case his phone ever doesn't work. The problem: I do not drive, and I have absolutely zero idea what features make paper maps easier or more difficult to use, so idk how to narrow it down to which one(s) I should get him

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LESLEY!  💜  March 12th 1956 Now I need to make a list of all Lesley's ongoing and upcoming projects because I can't even keep track. Let's see... - Citadel, the Amazon global spy series (Prime Video, premiere on April 28) - World On Fire s2, the BBC WWII drama (it looks like Sean Bean won't coming back... I will miss Robina x Douglas interactions 😢) (BBC One, on July 16) - Disclaimer, the Alfonso Cuarón's series, yeah the one with Cate Blanchett 😋 (Apple TV+, date TBD) - The Critic, a period thriller based on Anthony Quinn’s classic novel Curtain Call (date TDB) - The Crown s6, the final chapter (Netflix, date TDB) - Back To Black, the new Amy Winehouse biopic (date TDB) - Cold Storage, a virus thriller with Liam Neeson! (date TDB) - Moonflower Murders, the sequel to Magpie Murders (BBC, date TDB) - Queer, an adaptation of the William S. Burroughs' novel - Sherwood (BBC One) has been renewed for a season 2 and it's confirmed Lesley will reprise her role! - Midwinter Break, in which she will have the lead role alongside Ciaran Hinds! Could be great.

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