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AisForAlex

@ais-for-alex

Non-binary, They/Them, kinda boring. This blog is 18+ if you’re a minor you probs shouldn’t be here
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Master List

Alrighty, I finally put together a master list of all the fics I’ve written. All of these are also on AO3 so if all else fails you can always fine them there. (On a side note I have now attempted to make this post like 6 times and accidently deleted it so here's hoping this works)

Jeddy:

The RIDER Nature Reserve: E (This is an older fic I’m posting as I edit)

O'Knutzy:

Characters in these stories belong to @lumosinlove

Our Past Got Us Here: G written with @noctualilith

O'Knutzylus:

WolfStar:

The Beginning of the Rest of our Lives: G (this fic is currently not completed however, I do still work on it from time to time)

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Have A Nice Day!

rb to 今日はhave a nice day

This post radiates positive energy

HAVE A NICE DAY

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Gotta reblog again

Go have a nice day everyone ☀️

Go have a nice day. The very stylish and coordinated Asian men told you so. 

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compostboy

If you mute the video and turn on your own music you can have them dance to whatever you’d like!

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1spooky-dad

Never knew what love really felt like until i moved in with my best friends and realized that i didn't like staying in my room all day, and id much rather take naps on the couch where one or both of them are in the same room, doing their own thing peacefully. They make fun of me for all my dad naps, but it's so peaceful and comforting to fall asleep around the people you love and know that they'll look out for you and/or wake you up if something happens. I spent all day Saturday asleep, literally woke up late, got breakfast, sat down on the couch, and konked out for an hour. Woke up, vacuumed, went back to sleep. Woke up to make some chips, went back to sleep. When they leave town without me i can't take my couch naps cause it's not as comfy without them there. Humans are made for communities. Humans are made for best friends. Humans are made for napping with someone nearby who loves you.

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Peppermint Kisses and Christmas Wishes

Hi hello, this was a Cubs Christmas WIP I was working on forever ago and I’ve come to the conclusion I probably won’t finish it but it’s still cute so I wanted to share it. I believe the concept came from the lovely @veryspacecowboy and as always the characters belong to @lumosinlove

Logan always loved watching the snowfall. He wasn't sure why, but something in the way those fluffy flakes drifted down slowly from dark clouds overhead, made him feel so incredibly at peace in any given moment. The way each unique ice crystal would float through the air only to gather in a plush blanket over the frozen earth, muffling every sound, turning the world into a quiet frosted haven. Watching the delicate flakes fall and swirl through the air with each gentle breeze Logan could almost forget that everything else exists.

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[Transcript:

Hi, this is how I wrap presents for people with lower fine motor control; it could be older people, younger people, people with disabilities.

You can use ribbon you already have for wrapping present, and I measured around the item I am about to wrap leaving a little bit of room for the handle.

I taped the beginning end of the ribbon to the box and then loop back the extra ribbon to make a handle, and it should look something like this

You can wrap pretty much like you normally do as long as you make sure that the handle is exposed .

You could even tie something onto the handle for extra support

All done!

End Transcript]

Punctuation and spacing was added for readability but all the text is verbatim.

You don’t know how much effort I went to to find this

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adhd brain hack: the timer is a social construct, the boiling point of water is not

I find timed sprints of activity useful, but shit like Pomodoro or whatever inherently does not work on me, because the petulant five-year-old in my head looks at the little numbers ticking down and goes, “You’re made up. I can ignore you and nothing will happen.”

You know what measure of time is not made up? “I’m gonna do as many of these dishes as I can in the time it takes my pot of water to boil.”

You know what you can’t ignore without consequences? “OK, I’ve got some downtime until the rice is done cooking, then it’s time to spring back into action.”

“I’ll clean as much of my room as I can in the space of this podcast episode.”

“I’m gonna put this album on in the background to make all this work stuff less tedious to slog through, and brute-force attack it until the music stops.”

No, it doesn’t always work, because the petulant five-year-old in my head is incredibly stubborn. But finding a non-arbitrary measure of time does, in fact, increase the likelihood that I can make my dumb brain play ball.

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Sometimes people like to write things about florist’s shops.  Here are two things you need to know, the most egregiously wrong things.

1. It makes no fucking sense to sketch out a bouquet before you make it.  Every individual flower is different in a way that cannot really be adjusted the way other building materials can be adjusted, and each individual bouquet is unique.  Just put the fucking flowers together.

2. No one — in months and months of working at the flower shop — has ever cared what the flower/color of the flower means.  No one’s ever asked.  It’s just not something people tend to care about outside of fiction and it’s certainly not something most florists know.  You know what florists know?  What looks good and is thematically appropriate.

Here’s an actual list of the symbology of flowers, as professionals use it:

Yellow – for friends, hospitals Pink – girls, girlfriends, babies, bridesmaids Red – love Purple – queens White – marriage and death (DO NOT SEND TO HOSPITALS) Pink and purple – ur mum Red, orange, and yellow – ur mum if she’s stylish Red, yellow, blue – dudes and small children Blue and white – rare, probably a wedding Red and white – love for fancy bitches

Here are what the flowers actually mean to a florist:

The Fill It Out flowers:

Carnations – fuck u these are meaningless filler-flowers, not even your administrative assistant likes them, show some creativity Alstroemeria – by and large very similar to carnations but I like them better Tea roses – cute and lil and come several to a stalk, a classy filler flower Moluccella laevis – filler flower but CHOICE Delphinium – not as interesting as moluccella but purple so okay I guess Blue thistle – FUCK YEAH, some fucking textural variety at last!  you’re getting this for a dude, aren’t you? Chrysanthemums – barely better than carnations but better is still better Gladiolus – ooh, risky business, someone understands the use of the Y-axis, very good

Focal points:

Long-stem roses – yeah whatever Lilies – LBD, looks good with everything, get used as often as possible Hydrangeas – thirsty fuckers, divas of the flower world and rightly so, treat them right and they make you look good Gerbera daisies – the rose’s hippie cousin, hotter but no one admits it Peonies – CHA-CHING, everybody’s absolute favorite but you need guap Orchids – if this isn’t for a wedding you’re probably trying too hard but they’re expensive so keep ordering them

You know what matters?  THE CUSTOMER’S BUDGET.  THAT’S TELLING.

-$20 – if you’re not under 12, fuck off, get your sugar something else $30 – good for bouquets but an arrangement will be lame $40 – getting there, there’s something that can be done with that.  you can get some gerbs or roses with that and not have them look stupidly solo. $50 to $70 – tolerable $80 – FINALLY.  It sounds elitist but this really is the basic amount of money you should expect to spend on an arrangement that matters.  That’s your Mother’s Day arrangement.  You’re probably not going to spend $80 on a bouquet. $90 to $130 – THE GOOD SHIT, you’re likely to get some orchids $130+  – Weddings and death.  This amount of money gets you a memorial arrangement or a handmade bridal bouquet.  Don’t spend this on a Mother’s Day or a Babe I Love You arrangement, buy whosits a massage or something.

Miscellaneous:

  • Everything needs greening and if you don’t think that you’re an idiot. 
  • As a new employee, when you start making arrangements, you can’t see the mistakes you’re making because you’re brand new and you’re learning an art form from the ground up.
  • With a few exceptions customers don’t have a clear plan in mind.  They want you to develop the bouquet for them.  They want something that will delight their little sweetbread but you’re lucky if they know that person’s favorite color, let alone flower.
  • Flower shops don’t typically have every kind of flower in every kind of color.  Customers generally aren’t assed about that.  Most people don’t care about the precise shade of the rose or having daffodils in July, because they’re not boning up on flower language before they buy.  That would imply that they’ve got a clear bouquet in mind and, again, they don’t.
  • Being a florist is essentially a lot like what I imagine being a mortician is about.  You’re basically keeping dead things looking good for as long as possible.  You keep the product in the fridge so it doesn’t rot and look horrible by the time the family gets a whack at it, and in the meanwhile you put it in a nice container.

Anyway that’s flowers.

this is magnificent and I love hearing about ppl job feilds

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crtter

Trying to bring my giant, 17 lbs cat to the vet for like, the third time in his life. He busted out of the cat carrier like SpongeBob pressing through the Krusty Krab walls and now I have to carry him in my arms.

My sweet, enormous boy destroying the cat carrier like it was made of papier-mâché

Oh he looks like a regular cat, just like… upscaled to the size of a toddler. Here’s some pictures I took of him next to a two liter soda bottle the other day.

sorry for rebloging again but that's a BEASt!! Insane sizage. massive lad. he needs soda for scale

He’s the best! One of (if not the) sweetest cats I own.

I tried to take a picture of him just now in his basket but he ended up looking like the Teenager Who Just Woke Up:

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pro-possum

He makes the 2-liter bottle look like one of the single serve Pepsi bottles. Wtf.

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Hello all! New tumblr for a not-so-new fic fest. This is my third year running a Halloween/autumnal fic fest (Fic-O-Ween) for the Hazelnoots Discord server, formerly known as the Sweater Weather/Coast to Coast Discord server for fans of @lumosinlove's various works. For ease of submissions, access, spreading the word, participation etc, this new Tumblr has been created! You'll be able to find multiple fic fests on this tumblr throughout the year, this will just be our first.

More details on our third annual Fic-o-Ween SW/C2C fic fest to come!! Keep an eye out!!

(tagging a few people here to spread the word, etc etc. please respond if you'd like to be tagged for future posts) @lumosinlove @arrowofcarnations @fruitcoops @ais-for-alex @veryspacecowboy @oknutzyweek @whataboutmyfries

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twitblr

Love this! Stay safe folks (x)

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martinkhall

I suggest changing that to: “I am invoking my right to remain silent. I am invoking my right to an attorney.” Current phrasing leaves too much room for you to get lawyer dogged.

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owlyflufff

A handful of years back in high school, Akaashi had often fiddled with his fingers. Leaving scratch marks and even deep cuts through the skin in its wake, the injuries he received playing volleyball hadn’t done him any better. It was in those times that Bokuto had mostly been the one tending to it, getting a medical kit or spare tape to wrap around Akaashi’s fingers, a small gesture of care. 

Now a handful years into the timeskip, practically absorbed in volleyball and now a member of the V-league, Koutarou had been on the receiving end of numerous injuries and little pains along his fingers. Now, the tables have turned and Keiji is the one constantly bringing spare tape with him as he goes to one of his husband’s matches or practices. Carefully and constantly he finds himself wrapping tape around Koutarou’s fingers, a small reciprocation for the year’s worth of care Koutarou had done for him all those years ago