Handwritten note to Ethel Kennedy from Nancy and Governor Ronald Reagan while Senator Robert F. Kennedy was fighting for his life after being shot on June 5, 1968. RFK died early the following morning.
i’m a simple man from new york who makes lamps, likes flowers & flower girls, sunsets, harry & mitch, harry & stevie (!!!), harry styles by himself, burgers & fries, screaming with/at my friends and getting lovely, thoughtful and handwritten notes.
Day 15 [14.2.17//15.2.17]: Typed or handwritten notes?
My laptop is one of the best things I own and it’s no exception when it comes to notes. I love making them neat + pretty on word. However I really love making notes by hand because that’s how I memorise! It’s too hard to decide.
170314 // Hii guys 😗 sorry for being absent for such a long time, so here’s a little update: Semester started three weeks ago and somehow I’m already overwhelmed - BUT I’m getting the hang of it thanks to stable routines, bullet journaling and a good balance of work and life 🤗🤗
So here are some snaps of my daily logs (which I tried for the first time, I always do weekly ones) and some handwritten lecture notes.
Happy journaling everyone ❤
1. Favorite place to write.
2. Favorite part of writing.
3. Least favorite part of writing.
4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?
5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most.
6. Favorite character you ever created.
7. Favorite author.
8. Favorite trope to write.
9. Least favorite trope to write.
10. Pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.
11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish.
12. How do you deal with self-doubts?
13. How do you deal with writers block?
14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book?
15. Where does your inspiration come from?
16. Where do you take your motivation from?
17. On avarage, how much writing do you get done in a day?
18. What’s your revision or rewriting process like?
19. First line of a WIP you’re working on.
20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on.
21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s.
22. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you?
23. Single or multi POV, and why?
24. Poetry or prose, and why?
25. Linear or non-linear, and why?
26. Standalone or series, and why?
27. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?
29. Who do you write for?
30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.
31. Hardest character to write.
32. Easiest character to write.
33. Do you listen to music when you’re writing?
34. Handwritten notes or typed notes?
35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in your story ________.
36. A spoiler for story _________.
37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.
38. Have you shared your outline of your story ________ with someone? If so, what did they think of it?
39. Do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.
40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why?
41. How many stories do you work on at one time?
42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc.
43. Are you an avid reader?
44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.
45. Worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.
46. What would your story _______ look like as a tv show or movie?
47. Do you start with characters or plot when working on a new story?
48. Favorite genre to write in.
49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end?
50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.
51. Describe the aesthetic of your story _______ in 5 sentences or words.
52. How did writing change you?
53. What does writing mean to you?
54. Any writing advice you want to share?
handwritten physics notes from grade 11 🔭💫🌎 i wrote these notes during class (hence the post-its for additional info the teacher would mention here and there 😅) & i honestly enjoyed taking the class even though the tests were so difficult?? i guess that’s just me aaa
in case u didn’t know, i’m on studygram: thecoffeedesk ☕️ follow me!!!! hehe
I recently designed a
basic website for a client. I did it for free as a favour, trusting that he
would not be too choosy. Today I received some revisions from said customer that came in the form of: handwritten notes in an image file on a scanned photocopy of a photo of the website on his monitor.
hello loves! I wanted to make a short list of things to include in a springtime fairy altar. Spring has always made me feel drawn to their gentle magick, and i hope to obtain some of it in my own atmosphere. here are some simple things to include in your own fairy shrine:
♡ handfuls of soft grass (remember to say “thank you”)
♡ flat stones found around your neighborhood, either as they are or painted in pretty pastel colors
♡ small jars filled with fine glitter
♡ tiny crystals and tumble stones (rose quartz and tiger’s eye are lovely fairy-drawing choices, for example)
♡ a small mason jar or goblet of fresh water
♡ sticks you’ve found, either as they are or decorated with tied lace, pastel colored threads, acrylic paint, leaves, tied herbs, anything you’d see fit for a fairy wand ~
♡ tiny handwritten notes (write anything you wish)! anointed with flowery oils and placed under dried lemon/orange peels or in tiny jars
♡ fresh flowers of your choice (from the store or picked from nature - not somebody’s yard, unless you have permission)! ~
♡ rosemary, salt, lavender, and nutmeg in small pretty dishes or sprinkled around
♡ a little fairy/animal figurine (or a small photo of such)
Request: Could you do something fluffy w Lin, idk why but could you?- anon
Summary: “you’re talking to yourself in a silent library about how much you hate studying and how you’re going to fail, need help? i just so happen to major in that subject and oh shit, you’re really cute”
Warnings: first fic? otherwise just lots of fluff and a little awkward Lin.
A/N: have fun, and I’d really appreciate feedback!
Summary: You want to learn how to drive a manual vehicle, and Bucky
offers to teach. Things don’t go smoothly.
Characters: Bucky x Reader
Word count: 1,620
Warnings: Language (reader is a potty-mouth)
Much of this is done conversation style, hopefully it’s easy to follow along.
Number 3: Learn how to drive a manual vehicle.
It was on your resolutions list, one of those goals that stubbornly
remained in the top three, year after year after year. Every January, you
dutifully copied it onto the fresh handwritten note you posted on the mirror in
your bedroom, underlining it three times because dammit, this was it, this was
the year you would finally succeed.
Six years later, you were once again within sight of the year’s
end, having made no progress, except for drawing angry little stick-figures on
the offending post-it note (you swore it was mocking you). After overhearing
you complain about your inability to tackle this particular task, Bucky had surprisingly
volunteered to teach you the basics. Admittedly, you questioned whether this
was a good idea. The two of you were well known among…well, everyone…for a
disturbing lack of patience with each other. However, if he was willing to lend
a hand, who were you to say no.
So here you were, on a bright, cold November morning,
sitting in a faded blue ‘68 Ford pick-up Bucky had nostalgically purchased from
an estate sale. A massive (and blessedly empty) parking lot stretched in front
of you, leaving plenty of open room for mistakes.
Bucky had driven you out, and after swapping places, he now
he sat in the passenger seat, you in the drivers. Bouncing a little on the dusty
cloth seats, the rusted springs squeaking indignantly, you got yourself comfortable
and turned expectantly toward him.
“Alright, what do you do first?” he asked, sounding irritatingly
similar to the older brother you never actually had, but always felt certain
you would throat punch if he existed.
“First, I push in the clutch to start – ” your confident
recitation was immediately cut off.
“Wrong. First you put your seatbelt on.” Bucky said flatly, eyebrows
You rolled your eyes at him. “Alright yes, first I put my
seat belt on.” You pulled the shoulder belt down, the lap belt across, and
snapped both into place with a sharp click. “Okay, now I push in the clutch –“
“Wrong. Next you check all your mirrors.”
You stared at him. Well this was going to be interesting.
“Seriously? Is this how this lesson is going to work?”
“Yes, because the basics are still important. If you don’t
follow the rules, you could die.”
“And we don’t think that’s just the teeniest bit dramatic?”
“No. We don’t.”
You sighed. Bucky Barnes was stubborn as hell, so if this
was his approach to teaching, clearly it would be simpler to humour him. But
really, when did you ever make things simple?
“Alright fine, safety first. I brought my safety glasses
along, so hang on and let me grab those, and should I get out my kneepads and helmet
“Your sass is not appreciated. Fix the mirrors.”
With a dramatic flourish, you checked each side mirror four
times, and wiggled the rear-view mirror back and forth for a full 30 seconds,
until you were happy. Bucky watched patiently from the passenger seat, hands
folded in his lap, a smirk twisting his lips.
Finally you were settled. “Okay. My seatbelt is on, and I
can see for miles in every direction. No possibility for sneak attacks from a
rogue Prius. Now – I push the clutch in all the way, and start the truck.” You
turned the key, the truck spluttering to life, as you turned to him with a grin.
“By the way, you never told me I’d be learning on a truck born before the invention
Bucky narrowed his eyes at you. “If you’re gonna mock her,
we can stop this lesson right now.”
“Kidding, kidding, she’s remarkable. A beauty. A testament
to the ingenuity of the historic American manufacturing machine.”
“I’m sorry, remind me what I said about sass?”
“That you love it and I’m adorable? No? Sorry. Anyway, so now
I put it into first.” You grasped the stick and maneuverer from neutral into
first gear, Bucky visibly flinching at the grinding squeal the gears make as
“When you’re done stripping the gears, slowly let out the
clutch and gently press the gas at the same time.”
Tossing an annoyed glance in his direction, you gripped the
wheel tightly and slowly swapped the pressure, left leg to right, lightly
toeing the gas pedal. With an almighty lurch, the truck leapt forward and died.
Christ. You could feel your earlier confidence rapidly
leaving the building. Bucky just grinned, shaking his head. “It’s okay, common
mistake. Try again.”
Dropping back into neutral, it took another three attempts
to get the truck into first gear and actually moving forward.
Whooping excitedly, you gave a little wiggle in the seat as
you rolled forward, picking up speed. “Fuck yeah, I’ve totally got this.”
“Alright speed racer, simmer down.” Bucky noted dryly. “You’ve
gone 15 feet. Give it a little more gas, so you can switch into second.”
The excitement of momentary success briefly overshadowed
perspective, and your foot stomped down on the gas pedal, throwing the truck forward
and forcing your seatbelt to bite into your shoulder. Mercifully, you managed
to keep it from stalling again, but suddenly you’re going faster. Your heart
jumped, hammering in your ears and you felt sweat prickle on your forehead.
“Alright, I can smell the clutch burning, stop riding it.”
“You stop riding it!”
“What? That doesn’t even make sense.”
“You don’t make sense!
“Shit, I don’t fucking know, I’m
panicking! How do I not ride the clutch?” You took your hands off the wheel
briefly, putting air-quotes around the phrase “ride the clutch” and Bucky’s
voice rose several octaves as he shot a hand out to take the wheel.
“What the hell are you doing, always keep your hands on the
wheel! Ten and two at all times!”
Huffing loudly you slapped his hand away and took back
control, his panic causing your nerves to snap, and your voice sharpened in response.
“Bucky, it’s an empty parking lot, what the hell do you think will happen?”
Bucky looked nervously around – true, it was huge and empty,
although there was a row of parking curbs and a couple shopping carts strewn about,
all which suddenly became rather ominous targets. “I don’t know, a fiery
crash and a slow burning death maybe?”
You roll your eyes, the sarcasm flooding your voice as the conversation
between you both escalated. “Oh look, you’re hilarious. Could you maybe try to be a
bigger drama queen?”
“I’m not being dramatic, I’m being realistic. Statistically
the odds of dying in a car crash are higher – ”
“For fuck’s sake, please stop speaking, unless you can pull –
out of your ass please – the statistics for total number of people who died of boredom
waiting for the world’s oldest truck to go faster than a speeding snail.”
Neither of you are paying attention to the landscape at this
point, although the truck continued to move along at a decent pace, choosing
instead to sling colourful insults at each other, growing more and more
childish with each turn of phrase. With an exasperated groan (following your standard
‘that’s what she said’ response), Bucky glanced out the window and in the next
moment, threw out a metal hand to your left leg, gripping your knee and yanking
it toward him, effectively sweeping both feet away from the pedals. The truck
jerked to an immediate stop, shuddering before falling silent.
In the silence you freeze, panting slightly, before whipping
around angrily. “What the actual fuck Bucky Barnes?! I had it under control, it
was a god damn parkingcurb, what did you think would –” your
rant is just starting to build up steam, but doesn’t get any further.
With a thoroughly frustrated growl, Bucky lunged forward,
smashing his lips into yours. A smart way to shut you up, you had to admit.
Your response was immediate and enthusiastic, heart racing for a new reason
entirely, shivering slightly as Bucky’s beard scrapes along your cheek when he turns toward you. With a tangle of hands and tongues, you fought each other for
control, before he pulled back to take a breath, resting his forehead against
yours, and leaving you both slightly shocked at the turn of events.
“About fucking time,” you whisper. “I swear to god, you’ve
been pushing my buttons for far too long without delivering. If I had known I
needed to crash your truck to get a response, I would have tried that sooner,” your
fingers twisted in his hair, holding him a breath away. “Did you see your life
flash before your eyes?”
Bucky snorts, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “I swear
to god woman, your fucking mouth,” he mutters with a grin, his hand still
holding tight to your knee. “I can think of fifty better uses for it, beyond
the ridiculous amount of sass and swearing you seem to have on autopilot.
Maybe we head back and agree a few alternatives.”
You’re inclined to agree, it seems like the only logical
solution considering you nearly died today, but there’s one minor issue. “I still
can’t drive a manual. What the hell happens if I go somewhere and this is the
only thing available? What am I supposed to do then?”
Bucky reaches to release your seat-belt and wraps an arm
around you, easily dragging you across his lap (pausing a moment to give you a
suggestive look), before depositing you in the passenger seat and sliding
himself behind the wheel. Effortlessly, he starts the truck, flicks the stick into
first, and smoothly takes off, before throwing you a cheeky grin. “I’ll teach
you how to ride a bicycle.”
caffeine: do you prefer tea or coffee? textbook: have you ever pulled an all-nighter? mentor: who is your most memorable teacher or professor? planner: when did you create your studyblr? calligraphy: do you write in blue or black pen? lunch: what is your favourite study snack? study group: are you involved in any studyblr networks? motivation: what was your favourite subject when you were little? results: what is your favourite subject now? notebook: what is better, handwritten or typed notes? ambition: what is your current study goal?