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daftpatience · 5 months

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did you guys know I made an Instagram reel about yhis I'm trying so hard to use instagram even though it's my least viewed platform lol

✒️preorder here!💌

#its a bad place over there but i use thst profile the most for con apps cus its my cleanest looking account #anyways maybe you guys will like this little showcase too #animal crossing #stationery #twsbi eco #yeah im tagging my pen lol #acnl #acnh #acww #accf #paper #snail mail #writing letters

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dearearlyarchaeologists · 1 year

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Dear scholars…

IF I HAVE TO READ THE WORD “primitive”

ONE MORE FREAKING TIME TODAY

WHEN LITERALLY JUST REFERENCING

A N O T H E R CULTURE

I WILL THROW MYSELF IN A PIT

Just because there are societies who spend their time caring about things you don’t

DOESNT MAKE YOU AN ADVANCED PERSON

IT JUST MAKES YOU A CHAUVINISTIC IMBECILE

YOUR ETHNOCENTRISM ISN’T CUTE

#quit your lazy attitude #stop saying primitive #scholarly reminders #dear humanity #dear scholars #writing letters #stop ethnocentrism #sorry I needed to let that one out #other than that I’m well

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shyam-kariya · 5 months

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Writing someone a letter not merely transcends words; it is a heartfelt expression, a dance of emotions inked onto paper. The strokes of the pen weave a tapestry of connection, a tangible manifestation of one's thoughts and feelings. The beauty lies not only in the prose but in the intention, the time taken to convey sentiments in a medium that outlasts fleeting conversations.

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fred-the-janitor · 6 months

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Walter Bob did have Sharkboy and Lavagirl. That was good, he had a couple of other movies to that Fred borrowed as well. For diversity or something.

It also has apples and other snacks, at Walter's suggestion.

It was making it's way to Tubbo's cell when it sees Tubbo running.

"Tubbo?" It questions.

[@explosiveunderscore]

#writing letters #more than friends?

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gaeapplehairline · 7 months

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I've been thinking about since I was 6, but the idea of a pen pal is the purest form of care and emotion.

Spending portions of your paycheck on stamps just so you can talk to your special person, whether romantic or platonic. Taking the time to go to the post office. Remembering all your favourite things that happened that week so you can write them all in detail. Having physical photos of the things they really wanted to send you. Excitedly checking the mail hoping their letter came in. Memorizing their handwriting, knowing how they felt when they wrote it. Knowing their favourite pen. Genuinely loving them for the way they cram their thoughts onto a page, for the passion they write with. Worrying when nothing comes in for a while. Saving up all your money just to send them a large package for the holidays, or their birthday. Learning of the culture of their state, province, or even country just from the way they see it.

When you think of them you don't think of how their hair looks, or their small mannerisms. Instead you know how they dot their i. How much they love to use semicolons. You know they're excited not cause they're eyes light up but because their y looped into the next letter because they wrote too quick to pick up the pencil. The way they write their name. The silly sign-offs they started doing as a joke but really enjoy doing. The tiny doodles in margins they did while thinking of what to say.

Staying up at night, thinking about meeting them in person possibly for the first time. Getting to eat a meal together for the first time. Showing them around your town. Going to their favourite museum. Finally seeing that sweater that they talked about for months before finally getting. Knowing that you'd technically only just met this person but they know you better than anyone, and can fall into conversation perfectly.

It's just something that's always fascinated me as a small child and growing up with access to the internet I think about so much more. I can count on the fact that my friends will respond within 73 hours, I know when they see what I sent. You can't have that through paper and the idea is just darling to me.

#penpal #long distance relationship #long distance friendship #writing letters #is it to much to ask #i feel this just shows how young i am but it lives in my mind constantly

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morgansunflower · 8 months

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My London Lover 1/2

Bruce Wayne X Reader

Warnings:gun violence, suggestive content, murder, violence, explicit language and angst

Words:1658

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V. Part 1&2 listed in tags!

Alfred receives a letter that shakes him to his core as an old enemy has returned to hurt her.

Alfred sorted through the mail junk..Junk.. Not junk. His blood pressure nearly made him curse. One was written by her. He hasn't seen the young girl since she visited for Christmas. She usually would call him. He wondered why she wrote to him? He worried it was out of fear someone may be listening in on her phone calls

He quickly departs to the study for privacy. Alfred couldn't waist time sitting. He takes a deep breath as he opens the letter impatiently.

~Dear Uncle Alfred.

I wish my letter was to tell you I am well. However I do not have good news to write of. Some odd things have been happening. Just the other day... I know I was being followed by a black motorcycle. The drivers face was of course concealed by his helmet and the tag was removed. Then the next morning I received some unfriendly letters with blood from a bird. An old enemy of yours I fear. Some nights I feel as though I'm being watched through my window. I was attacked this night but don't fret I'm ok. Just a bullet that grazed me. I fear you're the only one I can trust. Please hurry.. I don't wish to be buried.

Love your niece Y/N~

Alfred's heart sinks. He quickly pushed the button in his closet to show his old trusted uniform. He remembers the night he met her so vividly.

Alfred was only twenty. Thomas Wayne had visited London for business. After Thomas accidentally became witness to a assassination and had gained evidence of the occurrence. Things became more grim.

He hired the young Bodyguard. Alfred's well known reputation in London had made him trustworthy among those who needed protection and a target from those who wished to harm the ones he protected. The criminal gangs of London were relentless. Especially to those who had money.

Somehow as Alfred was trying to get Thomas out of London back to US soil he found a abandoned infant girl. She had been left in the cold. The two men had stumbled upon her whilst trying to evade gunfire.

Thomas feared for his baby boy and his wife once he returned to Gotham. He wrote to the only Bodyguard he ever felt he could truly trust offering him a heap of money. Alfred struggled to let the baby girl out of his arms and into the arms of another. Though he trusted these people.

Alfred leaves the plane. Keeping a low profile he made his way to her apartment. He knocks twice paused and then 4 times. The door locks become unlocked one by one. Y/N opens the door to see him. She quickly let's him in and locks the door-locks one by one.

"were you followed? R-Right forgot.. Sorry I'm so.. I.. I'm ok as you can see. Thank you so much for coming. I know it seems like I may overreacting a, bit"

"not in the slightest" he replied

Alfred puts his hat and coat on the coat rack. He approached the window looking outward down the to the sidewalk. He saw no one.. Alfred turned to see the young woman nervously folding her arms with her face clenched looking at the ground

"alright enough lettin' your thoughts fester into madness. It's not a nice look for my lass"

"I missed you" she sincerely said, she had indeed ever since her mother died 5 years ago and father died when she was 3... Alfred was her Savior. In her heart he was indeed her father.

"and I you Lass. Would you care for some tea? Then you can tell me all of about the trouble you've been having"

As the two enjoyed their tea. She explained in detail showing Alfred the letter, the pictures she took.. He knew his old enemy was behind this...

That following day Y/N and Alfred drove to interpol. The former bodyguard hoped his past life would encourage interpol to give him the evidence he needs.

He glances to the side mirror seeing the car behind him with blackened windows. He speeds further to avoid the second car about to pull out from the side. Y/N remained still and silent recognizing what was happening.

The other car began to follow them right behind the other car. Alfred took a sharp turn to the right. The two cars follow suit. Alfred notices the bat-plane above. Of course he's here.

Alfred speeded faster changing to a faster gear. He skid the car around speeding between the two vehicles. The two cars quickly tried to follow. Alfred tried to go faster but unfortunately the cars were faster than his. One hits the rear of their car causing Y/N and Alfred to lightly jolt from the blow.

One driver takes his machine gun to shoot at them. Batman lands onto the car jerking the gun away from the assailant. He then leaned on the side of the car and punches him. The passenger reaches for his pistol but Batman quickly threw his batarang to his wrist. Batman takes the wheel making it swerve out onto dirt.

Alfred was forced down a abandoned dirt rode that ended to the side of a cliff... The driver was looking for them. Alfred then came up with a plan

.....

Bruce rushes to find them, only to see the car they were in pushed over the cliff by the driver. Terror came to his face.

"No!!"

He ran denying the inevitable that no one could survive that.

Bruce runs looking down the cliff to the car that was beyond destroyed. He uses his spy-contacts to zoom in on the wreck... They weren't there.

Batman sees the driver escaping. As he gets to the drivers side he gripped onto the side of the car. He breaks the window pulling the driver out and threw him to the ground. He gripped his collar.

"who do you work for?!" he yells at him but stopped seeing the foam seep through his mouth

He was gone.

Y/N and Alfred had escaped the vehicle and used it as a decoy to trick the driver. Alfred and Y/N start a fire. Why was Batman here? She wondered.

"what the hell is going on?!" Batman asked approaching the two.

"I told you I was to be home by the end of the week. I'm only a day late" Alfred defended

"you are avoiding my question!" Bruce shouts

"Bruce?!" Y/N shouted taken aback realizing quickly by not only the similar built in structure that she constantly thought about.. But the obvious worry for Alfred. She didn't have to question his worry for her.

Batman takes his cowl off "I need answers Alfred with or without your help"

Alfred looked down gently sighing "you both deserve the truth... It was over 20 years ago. Your father came to London for business. He had seen somethin' he shouldn't have... Shortly thereafter he hired me for protection. It was during that time" he looks to Y/N "I stumbled upon a baby left all alone... I was not fit to be a parent"

"all this time I knew I was adopted but I didn't.. They never told me" Y/N was speechless now knowing how much Alfred had done for her.

"it was for your protection but unfortunately I did not do a fit enough job. You're no longer safe and that is my bloody fault.." Alfred scolded himself. He should have been more thorough

"when my father came to Gotham?.." Bruce asked

"he feared for your mother and you. I was offered payment and I left the life I knew"

"what did he see?" Bruce asked

Alfred takes a deep breath "London crime gang, known as Aves. They originated after the second war. Money laundering, con-men... Then overtime they became ruthless. More hungry for power, more money... There was never enough evidence until your father was able to identify one of the masked gang members, he had photographic evidence of murder. Taking place on a, revenge kill... It was shortly after that I was hired. I managed to get a confession and with the evidence your father provided it was enough. As far as I knew all those accused were rightly behind bars... But now I fear somehow their leader, has escaped and has formed a new gang.. He knows of dear Ms Y/N and is trying to hurt her, to hurt me... "

"why didn't you tell me?" Bruce asked bitterly

"I was trying to leave the past behind me and honoring your father's wishes to never speak of the incident"

As the three fell asleep two awaken as one was gone. Bruce and Y/N tried desperately to find Alfred.

The hood is lifted from Alfred's head. He feels his hands restrained to the back of the chair he sat on. He was inside the mansion of the former mafia bosses home. He knew Carmine well enough to know he killed the new owners to regain his fortress.

"Carmine Falcone" Alfred bitterly greeted

"Alfred Pennyworth.. So nice of you to join.. Over two decades. I spent day and night, imagining the suffering I would cause you"

"seems a little bit extreme, don't you think?"

Carmine clenched his fist taking out his pistol and cocked the hammer. He placed the barrel of the gun into Alfred's mouth. Though Alfred's expression remained unmoved.

"so tempting to end you right here, right now" he takes the gun out "but before I do I would so love to see you suffer.."

Two men bring the young boy in. Alfred's expression did change but only to anger. What was he doing here?! He's in so much bloody trouble.

"I'm fine Alfred. I have this under contr--" Jason stammered as a punch came to his gut

"this little pest belong to you?" Carmine asked gripping Jason's face

He is damn well going to be grounded...

Requested taglist@too-strong-to-lose @asrainterstellar

#Batmom #batmom x batman #Batfamily #Love confession #Jason Todd is Robin #writing letters #Love #falling in love #Dancing #Undercover #Reader is Alfred's goddaughter #Badass Alfred Pennyworth #London #Love in London #Bruce Wayne X Reader(My London Lover 1&2)

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stupidwittlebaby · 6 months

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A Penpal Search 🛸

Hello, letter writers! I've been penpalling for a few years now, and I've found myself in that quiet, gentle pause of an empty inbox, and I'm ready to find some new letter friends.

There is some info in our pinned post, but I'm more writing this ad on behalf of our whole system, so I'll give a quick snapshot of who we are!

💌 We are the Fruit Tree System! We...

Are collectively queer (they/them)

AuDHD

Mentally ill (cPTSD, OCD, suspected BPD, undiagnosed DID)

Bodily 23yrs

Otherkin (spiritually and psychologically)

Collectively very spiritual, in many different ways

Currently live in both Canada and the US, so our mailing address will change on occasion

Some of our hobbies include: language learning (Japanese, ASL, toki pona, and more to come), journalling, many arts and crafts (crochet, kandi, painting, paper mache, etc.), writing, tabletop games, and alternative fashion and design

👒 If we sound like someone you might vibe with, here are some details about how we like to penpal!

Due to mental health, our reply rate will vary anywhere from a few days after we read your letter, to several months. However, you will always gets a reply from us eventually.

For the same reason as above, our letters will vary in how aesthetic they are, and in how many inclusions we add.

As for inclusions themselves, we love to send stickers and washi tape samples when we can, as well as tiny paintings we make, recipes we loved, polaroids, and any other random things we come up with! We like mixing it up when we can!

We prefer to start with emails until we get to know you. We are not comfortable giving our addresses to random strangers and we cannot afford a PO box in both of our countries. Snail mail is the end goal though!

Bonus points if you are also nonhuman in some way, or a system of some kind!

We are only comfortable penpalling with someone who is 18+.

And I think that's it! 📮

If you'd like to penpal with us, feel free to shoot us a DM! Thank you for reading! Bye for now! ❀

#penpal #penpal search #writing letters #letters #letter writing #otherkin #alterhuman #nonhuman #therian #therianthropy #system #sysblr

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laddersofsweetmisery · 7 months

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Just finished up this delightful, little read this morning titled 84 Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff ❤️ It was a lighthearted break from the darker, more serious stuff I usually read. It's the perfect book for a sunny spring morning. Now, I'm left saddened by the decline in letter writing and I want nothing more than to peruse Helene Hanff's book collection! I'm sure her collection was a marvel based on the books she bought from the charming Mr. Frank Doel of Marks & Co. I definitely recommend for anyone looking for a short, pleasant read. Helene's wit, humor, and generosity is enough to make anyone smile, even that of an old book dealer in London.

It's a shame that with the evolution of the internet, all of our correspondences are via email, text message, or over the phone. I'm a little saddened to know that future museums won't be filled with correspondences from this time, it also leaves you with a physical memento of those we cherish. Imagine pulling out a box from the back of your closet and relishing over old letters, postcards, and notes from everyone you've loved throughout your life--I'm regretful that I'll never experience that. Instead, all I have to relish are k's and lol's from my facebook messenger. Don't get me wrong, the internet has given us so much in regards to accessibility and connection, but there are things we've surely lost along the way.

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dearearlyarchaeologists · 1 year

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Dear early archaeologists,

Human remains are not your property. I am fully aware that the governments under which you attained the excavation material did not exercise their right to stop you from removing said remains.

However, any desecration of the individual’s remains, (such as some who have permanently arranged them in a manner for display like pouring resin over the remains, retained their bones for purposes other than scientific analysis, or any purposeful ignorance of the direct wishes of their modern ancestors) is proof of not only your unnecessary abandonment of the personhood of these ancient peoples, your disregard for those who are simply unlike you in any manner, and, finally, your carelessness for their culture in which you seem to have forgotten you have dedicated your time and likely quite a lot of your own money to.

Human remains as well as the material culture of these people is not yours to deserve, obtain, or hoard.

I understand that what you did was legal. In your eyes, it may have even been the most moral thing to do to preserve a person’s memory. However, there is no excuse to permit such irreversible behavior. Archaeology is a destructive science. You must understand that your worldview is not the collective goal of the world.

Remember the humanity of those from whom you seek to learn.

#dear early archaeologists #archaeology #history #writing letters #morality #letters to dead people #life as a modern archaeologist #we have to deal with this crap #excavation #ethics #respect the dead #human remains

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housseao3 · 1 month

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Western AU - Yours Faithfully Chapter 8

Tae is making travel plans in this chapter of Yours Faithfully, Chan goes to see the sheriff and Erika is planning a wedding (cake).

An excerpt:

My Darling Tae, Your letter has truly made me the happiest man you could ever meet anywhere in this world. I cannot express how joyful and grateful I am that you said yes. To me! I discovered Erika is claiming bragging rights for finding your advertisement in the first place when I went into town yesterday. Jom discovered me right after reading your letter and had blabbed all over the place before I had the chance to tell them myself, but it matters not one jot to me. She can brag all she wants. It's me you’re marrying!

Yes! Yes it is! Tae still can’t believe it. Sometimes he thinks it won’t feel real until he says yes in front of the Justice or…or he is finally in his new home unpacking his belongings. When he’s finally close enough to Chan to touch him. Perhaps even to kiss him. Do the other things that married people do. He can feel himself blush again. If it’s in anticipation or embarrassment for his mind going there in the middle of the day while in the sitting room he’s not quite sure. While he’s not been a virgin for a long time this feels very different knowing he is going to spend the rest of his life with this man. Tae has never felt like this before, the last time he was to be married it was more of a business arrangement and love was secondary.

#kinnporsche fanfic #tae/chan #kinnporsche fic #chan kinnporsche #kpts fic #tay kinnporsche #tay/chan #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #fanfic #yours faithfully #western au #writing letters #mailorder bride #groom #ao3

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fred-the-janitor · 29 days

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WA02 felt sluggish, it's an odd feeling but one it was familiar with. The heaviness that came with it's mechanical [¡heart?] aching too much, too quickly, too deeply. It was slow trek to the Bureau's Office. It's visor showing it the way to go, it wasn't the same as Osito's office.

Because the new one said it deserved better than that office. Not a lot of the other workers were pleased with those words, it took WA02 ages to calm them down.

Now, it was in this rut of emotions. Simulated Emotions making it's faceplates shift in it's position over and over again. It's fans whir and hum with each shift, each spike of power, energy. Its gaze was forward, its steps muted against the tile floors. The hallway seemed to get longer, darker. It was like it was marching to its death, and nothing could stop it.

It wouldn't die, it was the only high ranking official still around. At least, the only one the workers had trust in. If it was gone surely, surely they'd know it wouldn't go well. Right?

Would they care? Would it matter? It would never see-

It was in front of the door. Its thoughts cut off almost instantly, it should bring peace to it.

only

brings

d r e a d

There's the clicking of a clock and it can't help but feel like its running out of time. Was it? Could it?

It doesn't matter. It opens the door with a click that sounded more like shackles closing around it.

"You called for me, sir?"

[@thebetterbureau]

#writing letters #yaoiverse #petunias and paper (bureau)#straightverse

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