i really need to sort out my tags

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These pages serve a double purpose: they’re an entry in my commonplace book, as well as an informational slip I can print out to be sold along with my divination tea cups. That is, if I ever get my act together on those tea cups. Le heave, le sigh.

My hand-lettering/calligraphy is perceptibly improving, which means I might not need to perfect my handwriting fonts for the Omnomnomicon and Unholy Imbible (my cookbook projects– when completed i.e. never they shall form a rather punk rawk DIY skills trilogy with the commonplace book. Lul.) which is *great* because I’m really, really tired of trying to make my own fonts that look like the calligraphy tags at Fort Worden and failing. This sort of script would look way cool, even if it’s not quite illuminated manuscript material…hmmm.

Tasseomancy: An Unofficial Guide  

Fineline and calligraphy markers.

Pages by Gin Grímsdóttir, 2015. Please do not remove credit.

anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine, where some guy disrespect/ hit batmom and everyone in the batfamily protect or defends

I like how Batmum (I’m Australian, I’m sorry I can’t do ‘mom’, at least not in the author’s note) is an actual Bat!fandom trope. We’re all self-insert losers. 
Hopefully this doesn’t deviate too far from the prompt, I sort of went more ‘Batmum is attacked, saved and then alternatively severely reprimanded and given lots of emotional support by the batfamily’.


And honestly…what were you thinking? Dark street. Alone. Gotham. 
Alone. Gotham. 
Dark street. Gotham. 
Gotham. 
You really should have known better. 
And as the three bizarrely stereotypical D-Grade henchmen beared down on you as menacingly as they would in the beginning of a really cliched superhero movie, you realised that if Bruce ever found out about this you were literally going to be locked in the Bat Cave the rest of your short, fragile life. 
“Hello pretty lady,” one of them leered. 
“Shudd’up,” said another. “That’s Wayne’s gal.” 
Gal. Was this the fifties? Well if their sexist opinion that you were Wayne’s property- 
About to die. You were not going to end it evaluating the misogyny of your would-be murders.
“Ransom?” asked the third guy who seemed even less bright than the first two.
“Ransom,” the leader confirmed as he grabbed your arm.  
Scream, don’t scream, scream, don’t scream? 
It really showed how long you’d been spending with the Bats that you were just as worried about Batman finding out about this, than the actual kidnapping. 
“I wouldn’t,” you began coolly, despite your terror. Wow, Bruce really had rubbed off on you. Of course, not enough to incapacitate these three thugs but… You need to start paying attention. 
The man glared at you. “And we should care what you think because…?” 
“It’s not her you should be worried about,” came a voice from above. 
You grinned to yourself, looking down at the floor. Jason. He’d keep this away from the others. A secret. You could bribe him with books. 
You close your eyes, ignoring the pained grunts and begging and- 
Silence. 
You reluctantly open your eyes again. The three men were bloody and unconscious on the floor in front of you. 
You feign nonchalance, which really shows how far you’ve come. Nonchalance in the face of kidnapping. 
Jason, suited up, tilted his masked head towards you. The red helmet masked his expression but you smiled faintly at him anyway, rubbing the spot on your arm where the leader of the gang had had his arm ripped away from you when Jason had descended. 
“I’ll give you a first edition Jane Austen if you don’t tell,” you offered. 
Red Hood looked over the scene, a beam of light glinting off the edge of the helmet. “You think this is a joke?” he asked finally in a strained voice. 
You froze, arm still scratching at the spot the man had grabbed. 
“You could have been hurt!” Jason took a deep breath to collect himself and offered you a hand. “I’m taking you to Batman,” he said firmly. 
You had a feeling pouting or complaining wouldn’t work. 
“Okay,” you said softly. 

Jason hadn’t let go of you the whole way back, and his arm was wrapped loosely around you as he lead you up the steps to the Bat Computer, yet it felt more like a leash as you walked up to your (probable) doom. 
You didn’t say anything though. Jason had been silent the whole ride back and you were honestly more worried about him than the bad guys. 
“Bruce,” Jason called to the chair. 
The chair swiveled. 
Damian raised an eyebrow at the two of you. “Father is out,” he said clearly. He gave you and him an odd look. “Though I doubt he’d appreciate you-”
“She was attacked,” Jason interrupted him. 
It was almost hilarious. Damian’s mouth faltered and his eyes widened and he looked at you in disbelief, probably finally taking in your messy hair and your complexion, paler than normal due to shock and fear and who knows what else.
Then he jumped off the chair. “Where are they?” he demanded. “I’ll-”
“In custody,” Jason cut him off. “I made sure of that.”
“You should have made sure they went to the morgue,” Damian retorted as he approached you, eyes examining your body. “Are you injured?” he asked you directly. 
You shake your head, absentmindedly rubbing your arm. Damian picked up on that and grabbed your top, dragging you towards the medbay section of the cave. “He just grabbed me,” you protested. “It probably won’t even bruise-”
“You let one of them touch her?” Damian snapped at Jason as he manhandled you onto the slab to check your arm. 
“I got there a little late.” 
Damian huffed. “She should have a guard on her at all times,” he criticised as he poked your arm. “I’ve told father this before.” 
“Yeah, it’s a shame the concept of privacy is a thing,” came a cocky voice from the section above them. You and Jason looked up to see Dick resting casually against the railings above you. Dick looked back at you and then his expression changed and he jumped down, landing lightly next to Damian. “What happened?” he asked seriously, all humor gone from his voice. 
You sigh, well put upon. “I was just-” 
“Attacked,” Damian almost screeched. 
Dick stepped closer and cupped your face in his hands. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Do you want me to call-” 
“Jason let one of them grab her,” Damian tattled as he pressed on the skin where your arm had been grabbed. Apparently satisfied nothing was broken, he stepped away and let Dick crowd you in. 
“I saved her life, didn’t I?” Jason replied, arms folded as he leant against the wall. 
“Some thugs tried to attack me,” you cut in. “Jason stopped them. I’m not hurt, and no, please, please, don’t call anyone.” 
“She doesn’t want Bruce to know,” Jason clarified. 
“What?!” Damian sounded outraged. “Of course Father needs to know! How else will those criminals get the punishment they deserve?”
I already punished them,” Jason reminded him brusquely. 
“Not well enough if they’re still breathing.” 
“You want Batman to go kill them?” 
You were beginning to wonder whether you should be worried for your attackers. 
You sighed aloud pointedly, interrupting Damian’s retort.  “Can I go now?” 
“No,” the three boys said in unison. 
You gave Dick a betrayed look. “I just want to sleep.” 
Dick shifted into his ‘big brother’ mode. “We should probably wait for Bruce to get home first,” he said gently. “He’ll probably have more of an idea of what to do.” 
“People get attacked every d-”
“Not in this household they don’t.” Damian. 
You waited for Jason to pipe in about how they just sought out trouble, but it didn’t come. 
“I technically don’t live he-”
“You’re a part of this family,” Jason. 
And wow wasn’t that something from the black sheep of the house? 
You looked down. “So you’re just going to make me sit here until Bruce comes home?” 
“If that what it takes,” Damian said. 
Dick sighed reluctantly. “Come on up into the house,” he offered. “Alfred was making dinner.”
You nodded, because you’d become really really uncomfortable during this conversation. Besides, you’d left your apartment in search of food anyway. Since Bruce was at a meeting, you’d mutually decided to meet up later on it the night. Oh, you’d probably have to text him, let him know you were already at the mansion, you though to yourself as Dick led you, hand on your arm, gently to the Bat Cave’s Mansion entrance. Apparently the kids had a thing with touching to reassure themselves, which was weird, right? Considering how not touchy feel-y Bruce’s parenting style was…. Maybe that was why? You let him take you up through the house and into the lavish dining room. You took your regular seat, ignoring the slight twinge at Bruce’s seat being empty. You were shaken up, and seeing Bruce’s intimidating form loom over you, full of power and strength, would’ve taken some of the weight off you. Especially if he held you close and whispered something romantic…It’d almost be worth how pissed off he’ll be. 
The boys took various seats around you. You smiled across at Damian, who was still eyeing you like you were about to burst into tears at any given second. You raised an eyebrow at him - a look you’d admittedly learnt by studying him. 
“How was your day?” you asked, for lack of anything else to do. 
Damian scoffed. “The children at that school are morons.” 
You sit back in your seat. “So you keep telling me.” 
“Oh,” Tim said as he and Cassandra entered the room. He looked at you. “I thought you were coming over later.” 
You shot a pleading glance at Damian that went unheeded. 
“She was attacked.”
Cassandra was over by your side in a flash, glaring at you blankly as her eyes swept over you. 
“I’m fine,” you mumbled. 
Tim slid into a spare chair and got out his tablet. “Do you know the names of the attackers?” He open the Gotham PD’s database. 
“They were arrested earlier,” Jason offered up, along with the time and place and you’d stopped listening because Cassandra was still looming over you. 
It was times like this you could really see the resemblance between her and Bruce. 
“I’m fine,” you muttered again at her. 
She gave you a skeptical look, but went and took her seat next to Jason. 
“Barbara will be here soon,” Dick told you, probably trying to break the weird tension. Or maybe distract you from Tim reading out the thugs’ police record in an increasingly angered voice, along with Jason and Damian actually agreeing that maybe they should go back and beat them up a little more. You really didn’t want to know. 
You smile at him, apparently going for the record of Fake Smiles in an 120 minute time frame. “How is Babs?” you asked genuinely. “I haven’t seen her for a while.” 
He shrugged sheepishly. “You know the Oracle,” he said. 
You grin back just as Alfred entered the room. 
“Oh,” he said, startled. “Miss-” 
“I was attacked,” you interrupted dryly, knowing it was going to happen either way. “I’m fine, the guys are in police custody and now I’m here.” You shrug and make a show of turning back to Dick. 
“I see,” Alfred said. “I’ll make sure to prepare another bowl for you.” He left the room. 
You looked down guiltily, wondering if you’d been too harsh. 
“He works for Bruce,” Dick comforted you. “He’s used to it.”
Your lips twist into a parody of a smile. “Yeah.”  
Dick’s phone made a noise and Dick jumped lightly to his feet. “Babs is here.” Then he rushed off. 
Sourly you bet to yourself that Dick was going to spill the beans to her. You turned your gaze to smile at Tim, who was evaluating you with what was apparently the Concerned Bat ™ look. 
You stuck out your tongue at him. “I have lived in Gotham all my life, you know.” 
“Concern is natural,” Damian scolded you. As if you were the bad guy here. 
“Aw, you’re so cute,” you told him, resting your head in your hand as you gazed at him in mock adoration. “You’re worried about me.” 
Damian’s eyes flashed dangerously. “You’re important to Father,” he said, waving away your teasing. 
“Liar.” You shook your head as Alfred returned with the food on a tray and began serving it out. 
Damian scowled at you. 
“Thanks Alfred,” you said as he placed your food in front of you, hoping your smile would convey apology if you’d upset him earlier. 
He gave you a smile back just as Babara entered the room, Dick’s hands resting on the back of her wheelchair. 
Barbara’s eyes narrowed in on you and your back straightened. 
“I’m-”
“Fine,” Barbara said dryly. 
You gave her a look. What happened to the girl code of honor? “Exactly,” you said primly. “Honestly I don’t treat you guys like this when you come back bleeding and half dead.” 
“We’ve all had training,” Barbara reminded you as Dick moved a chair against the wall so that she could move up to the table. 
“Then give me training.” The words were out of your mouth before you’d thought them through and all eyes were on you in an instant. “Or,” you added carefully, “accept that this is something that is going to happen from time to time since I live in one of the most crime ridden cities in America and am dating the richest man in said city.”
“You think this was targeted?” Tim interrupted, face pale.
You sigh to your plate of food. This whole night was a disaster. Maybe you could sneak away to bed and sleep it off. Would they still care tomorrow? Maybe they’d realise they were overacting. Deep down you had a feeling it was the opposite, and that you really needed to cut them off at the pass now before you ended up wearing a bulletproof vest to work. 
“Definitely not,” you informed them. “They didn’t realise who I was till after the…” Grabbing? Attack? What was the least frightening word?
“But they did recognise you?” Jason pressed. 
“I’m dating the most famous non-criminal man in the city,” you point out. “Yes, they recognised me.” You punctuate the sentence by biting into your food. 
There was silence and the others began carefully eating too, but there was an atmosphere of retrospection in the air. They were all planning something. 
Not good. 
The meal continued with barely a word spoken, a few inquires into health and well-being and activities and all. 
You stretch as you put down your fork. “Well, I think I’m going to-” 
You falter to a stop as your gaze hits the doorway. 
“Bruce,” you said softly. 
His arms were folded and his expression was blank as he, like all the other Bats had, stared at you, assessing you. 
You clear your throat, the other bats at the table not saying anything. “What happened to your meeting?” 
“I cancelled.”
“But-” 
“Alfred called.” 
Your mouth dropped open. “Betrayal,” you whispered hoarsely, eyes darting around the room for the missing butler. Bastard. 
Bruce’s mouth twitched. “Why didn’t you call me?” 
“I meant to,” you told him honestly. Not about the incident per say… but the intention had been there. “It’s not my fault you have so many kids.” 
Bruce looks at you, and if this had been your first meeting, you’d only have seen the repressed anger, the judgment, but you know better now, you can see the worry in his eyes, in his body, and perhaps, if you weren’t being wishful, the desire to hug you, hold you close, just like you’d been thinking too. 
You had to be careful about this too. You couldn’t quite shake it off like you did with the kids. 
“No injuries,” you offer up. 
“So I heard.”
“Right. From Alfred,” you said bitterly. 
Bruce turned and left the room, a clear unspoken invitation - demand?- for you to follow. 
You looked around the table pleadingly. Damian glared back defiantly, Dick, Tim and Jason suddenly incredibly invested in their food. Cassandra looked at you curiously while Babara gave you a calming smile. You stand up, chair scraping against the floor noisely. 
“Thanks guys,” you say sarcastically as you leave. 

Bruce,” you say in your gentlest tone as you entered his study. He’d already reached the window in true dramatic fashion. 
He looked up at you, eyes dark. 
You sigh and hold up your hands as you approach him. “I’m sorry for not calling.” 
“You think that’s why I’m angry.” 
“I think you’re worried about me,” you corrected. Bruce’s hands fell to your shoulders as he pulled you close, sliding down to rest on the small of your back. 
The long-awaited hug. 
You hum happily and rest your head on his chest. 
“I am,” he said finally. 
“Hmm?” This was nice. Bruce was warm and felt so safe, so calming. 
“Worried about you.” 
You snort. “Thanks.” 
His hand cupped your chin and made you look into his eyes. “I mean it.” 
Your lip quirked. “I feel that’s an unfair double standard coming from a guy whose regular day involves at least five automatic rifles aimed at his head.” 
He huffed. “I have training.”
“Everyone has training,” you mutter. 
“You shouldn’t have been wandering the streets.”
“It’s where you get food in my area.”
“Your area should be here.” 
You blink at him. “Are you…asking me to live here?” 
He gave you an annoyed look. “I’m saying you should already live here.”
“You don’t ask girls to live with you often, do you?” 
“Only you,” he confirmed. “And Cassandra.”
You snort. “Bit of a difference.” 
He ducked his head down and kissed you gently. “Obviously,” he chided. 
“I’m not going to be let out of this house for a while, am I?” 
“Not a chance.” 

Ordinarily I would have stopped this at the 1,300 word mark but the idea of that ending came to mind with the Bruce and the hugging and the kiss and so I powered through to over 2700 words. Hope it was worth it~

Apparently I’m still not strong enough to do the whole [name] thing. I just can’t do it. It ruins the flow for me, idk. I find most people overuse them, you know? Like you’ll be like “[your name] twirls her [hair length][hair colour] as she looks her [eye colour] eyes in the mirror.” Totally takes me out of the moment. 

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it’s ml editor appreciation week, so I have to give shoutout to the server that motivates me every single day to make gifs for the ml fandom~

brace yourself folks it’s gonna be a long and sappy one

I joined the fandom this time last year and even though I loved making gifs for the show, motivation was hard to come by and that led me to almost deleting this blog. I told myself though that I should stick around for a bit and see if I still wanted to stay.

Soon enough, I was asked to join a discord server where ml gifmakers and editors could talk and interact. I said yes, obviously, because this meant that I could get to know more people and also because I’m not the type of person to approach people first, so this was a great opportunity to talk to others in the fandom.

What started off as a simple group chat turned into a budding friendship between everyone of us. I’m so thankful that it turned out like this and you guys means the absolute world to me, I hope you all know that.

You guys are the reason I didn’t leave, the reason I didn’t delete this blog. You guys are my source of motivation and the reason I want to improve my editing skills.

There are moments when I talk to you guys and think to myself ‘Thank God I didn’t deactivate.’ because then I wouldn’t be able to interact with awesome people like you all. From the bottom of my heart, I wanna thank you guys for everything ♡

I’m gonna talk about specific people now (below the cut bc it’s gonna be full of sap ayy)

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kuhn really loves dogs. and the dogs really love the tennis ball kuhn.

consider this: SMH & one direction

i just wanna talk about smh and 1d ok im so sorry this wasnt supposed to be this long i have no control 

  • dex grew up with sisters (let me have this he has a bunch of sisters ok) so not only was he completely unable to escape one direction he was not allowed to get away with any sort of ‘bands that have mainly young female fanbases are not real music’ misogyny that lots of teen boys and adult males have 
    • so he likes 1d he doesnt advertise but he had to listen to them a lot so he knows their entire discography and what they have some good songs ok bro 
    • so yeah they find their way into his workout playlists so fucking what man they’re fucking hype songs 
    • his fave is niall bc hes chill and just wants to drink beer and play his guitar and listen to dad rock and he’s irish (dex is irish and is grandma loves niall bc she’s irish and what a sweet young lad) he’s not like die hard niall stan but he knows all of the 1d discourse from his sisters debating (im willing to listen to other opinions my back up is louis bc hes a punk) 
    • he save up one year (and got help from his fam) to get tickets for his sisters to see a wwa concert as a birthday/christmas/every holiday present bc theyre expensive and they dont have a lot of money 
      • his mom technically bought the tickets he just helped pay for them and the girls surprised him with a ticket for him to come with (mama poindexter: well i cant let them go alone who’s gonna watch them you have to go make sure they dont get arrested for doing something stupid) dex played it cool but it was such a fun concert and so fun to hang out with his sisters tooo
  • nursey now is a goddamn hipster u cant tell me he isnt into a bunch of british alternative bands and bc of his brit music phase he knew about one direction from the very start at the x factor stage (he definitely mentions this all the goddamn time when they start becoming popular but he chills out through the years)
    • hes been to at least one concert for every tour (he even got tickets to the madison square garden show) - he went to every concert with his sister but it was his idea to go and she was just there to keep an eye on him
    • also a big reason he got into the band was zayn like heres a pakistani muslim boy who’s super talented with these white dudes and that representation is super important (i also hc nursey as muslim or at least partially but zayn is a brown muslim boy killing it so yeah its awesome) 
    • but nurseys fave tho is harry especially when harry is a total hoe with long hair and jewelry and those red carpet looks like nursey is in love but also in awe bc those sparkly boots and that floral suit like those are iconic Looks™ and nursey loves it bc gender isnt real and he loves hoe looks (zayn is like 1.5 tho bc nursey is in love)
      • nursey tries to serenade dex with little things one day when they’re chilling by the pond on the grass and dex punches him bc nursey is making him emo even when he knows dex doesnt have emotions (in public in front of people who can see him cry)
  • bitty likes them they’re no beyonce but theyre fun and attractive and yeah hes gonna have some fun dancing to them he isn’t really up with all the drama and disc*urse until the boys have 1d nights and they watch this is us and the concert dvds bc he learns a lot 
    • he loves 2013 era harry and all the time liam (that boy is thicc and bitty 100% does not swoon)
  • holster like come tf on holster loves them he unironically and passionately loves one direction completely unashamed he does not care for your opinions and no one makes fun of him bc he’s a 6′4 fucking big ass hockey player who could drop kick u across campus if he wanted to
    • he claims he doesnt have a fave but he would die for all of them 
    • his fave rotates seasonally and he has a different fave for each era 
    • he went to the tmh tour and he’s gone to every tour since - he goes with his sisters bc its a bonding topic for them he sits at the edge of the floor or at the end of a row on the sides bc hes so tall he feels so bad and he tries to stay out of the way of the little girls behind him but hes nice to them and talks to them and so they like him even if hes a giant
    • but really he and his sisters are so close bc they have a lot of similar interests and they talk about pop culture stuff and its hard to keep intouch when hes away so much but they have group chats about 1d and tv shows and stuff so its so nice for them to keep up a strong bonding time 
  • ransom is a britney bitch and holster dragged him into 1d. he’s in it for the memes and the drama really. (he likes the songs and thinks its fun but he wouldnt have been a fan and gone to concerts if it wasnt for holtz)
    • holster takes him to the wwa concert and they have a blast 
    • holster also drags his ass to see this is us opening night (they both cry)
  • chowder just loves everyone and he doesnt understand why people hate 1d (or other pop artists with majority young female fan bases that ppl hate bc misogyny) when theyre so fun he’s not an active /fan/ until smh has team bonding nights involving one direction jam sessions and concert dvd watching and drunk history
  • on such 1d nights they put on one of the dvds and it accidentally turns into a drinking game (mainly drinking bc this part of my god did u see that !!! THAT NOTE CHANGE !!!! and ZAYN WHY !!!! and other painful parts) and some of them *cough* nursey dex and holster *cough* get possibly the most drunk they ever get bc of this 
    • theres loud awful drunk singing along and some sobbing (this is definitely not based off of any sort of personal experience whatsoever nope never done this before) 
    • after the movie when everyone is so drunk they talk about 1d history which is how the veterans teach the others about the exciting drama and disc*urse  
  • lardo is a bad bitch who is tough as fuck and manages a division I mens hockey team and every single one of them is afraid of her. AND she would not let any bro tease her for liking one direction bc why the fuck not. 
    • she has plenty of their songs thrown in arting playlists and in pump up playlists 
    • and she knows theres nothing better to cheer holster up when he’s having a rough day than a 1d dance sesh 
    • dont forget where you belong is the first song on her team bonding playlist bc its a love song to ur bandmates which transfers very well to love songs to ur teammates 
  • shitty unapologetically loves 1d and boy bands and girl bands and he supports all things that young girls love but are not taken seriously bc girls like them 
    • he’s written at least 3 papers/projects on the misogyny surrounding young girls and their interests and involvement in fandom and also boybands (he tries to fight all guys who disrespect girls’ interests and the power of teenage girls)
    • he’ll randomly show up to a 1d night bc obvi he’s in that gc and he’s ready to party and express emotions and dance and talk drama 
    • he loves harry bc “THAT FLOW MAN!!! HIS FLOW IS SO SICK!!!”
    • he cried when harry posted the pic of the hair he chopped off and cried when he saw the another man shoot where harry was defying all sorts of societal norms it was beautiful and his flow is still so nice even this short its ok it’ll grow back better than before
  • one friday night the lax bros sneak over to try to prank the haus and peak in the window and see half of the hockey team in the living room drunk off their ass singing loudly to a one direction concert on the tv - holster and nursey jumping around attempting to dance along, ransom clinging to bitty on the floor crying about a ‘hiatus’, bitty soothing ransom, dex forgetting about the drink in his one hand to drink rum from the bottle, shitty naked (not surprising) and slow dancing with a life sized cut-out of harry styles with tears streaming down his face (more surprising), and chowder lying on the couch singing through mouthfuls of pie 
  • they walk back to the lax bro house without executing the prank and they never mention it again
a strange case of mistaken cats in the night

prompt: ssm17, day 31

summary: no, that’s my cat.

notes: thanks for tuning in this month, i’ll probably write more, stick around <3

it was late in the evening that sasuke would see the sheen of his coat slink in through the living room window, as he ate his dinner in front of a muted television, an LSAT workbook in his lap. sasuke would assume his duty as an owner and give the semi-present cat a can of tuna, at which point the feline would allow him several moments of scritches on the cheeks before digging in. nights with sasuke were of quiet coexistence.

in the mornings, sakura would wake to the sound of claws at her balcony door. sleepily, the medical intern would drag herself from the bed, or the couch— or wherever she so happened to pass out the previous night after a long day at the hospital—and allow the fine black cat to saunter in for breakfast. often, she wonders just where it is the creature goes many nights, but long ago she accepted that, regardless of speech ability or opposable thumbs, everybody has a schedule. she picks the cat up typically without much protest, and snuffles her face against his, offer an eskimo kiss or two, before setting him down for his meal. by the time she’s in her scrubs and out the door, he’s a lump of useless fur on the sofa. still, she smiles, “goodnight, taro-san,” and departs out the door to start her day.

it’s that summer that the local animal control begins posting notices that animals be required to wear a collar, or risk being taken to the shelter. sasuke reads this one morning over coffee, his mouth contorting in the slightest as he finished the article. a seed of concern planted itself as he looked out the window and wondered where his silent companion might be. “he’s fine,” he tells himself as he dresses and departs for work. he would make it a point to stop by the pet store that afternoon to make tags for the fleeting feline, complete with sasuke’s address, his telephone number, and a name that simply read: cat.

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First Two Squares of Agent Carter Blanket!

I’ve done the first two squares of the Agent Carter blanket with more to come!

Next on the hit list is a gun, Sousa’s sweater vest, Angie’s uniform, and more!

Still having trouble charting Peggy’s hat but I’m sure that will come together.

All in all, there will be 15 squares:

Gun
Stark
Sousa (sweater vest)
Thompson (haven’t figured this one out yet. Suit and tie?)
Angie (uniform)
Ana (flowery dress)
Peggy (I think the blue dress from the finale)
I Know My Value
Sweet Dreams lipstick
Jarvis (again not sure, suit and tie? It needs to look different from Jack’s)
Hat
SSR logo (Sort of, I can’t figure out the bird part)
Bernard
Do as Peggy Says
Whats Your Name Darling?

I really wanted to do the AC logo but knitting the shadow woman with the gun is too hard.

Am I missing anything important? Because I can always add more squares!

I am learning that I love charting even more than regular knitting. It’s a good challenge!

@unhearted-demon requested that I tag them so here you go!

okay, also. I keep writing this out and then deleting it.

I feel like the worst grad student ever, all the time. compared to everyone else, I feel so unmotivated & undedicated & lazy & procrastinat-y & uninspired & awful. I don’t think this is imposter syndrome - it’s not so much that I don’t think I’m capable? it’s more that I just feel like I should be trying harder. I struggle to care as much as I think I should. some days I just don’t even know if I should be doing this, and those moments of “oh yeah, I actually love my field and love research” seem so few and far between, these days.

part of me thinks that I’m just losing interest in my topic? I feel like it hasn’t really gone anywhere in months, and I’m just losing the will to care about it. another part of me thinks that this was never really my ideal topic, either… I sort of meandered my way here, and sometimes I step back and wonder if I really even care about it? and I mean, I think I do, but I just don’t… know. 

anyway. I feel like a failure. and I just need to say it out loud (metaphorically speaking). 

Thiam Travel Aesthetic

After finishing high school and before starting college, Liam takes a year off. He always wanted to travel, see the world, and since he isn’t really sure what to study anyway, he hopes this year helps him sorting a few things out. Theo tags along, ready to leave Beacon Hills behind for a while and accompany his friend. He never really left the USA too, traveling the world sounds fun and just like the adventure both need. The two boys visit Italy, Thailand, India, Peru, China and various other countries and places. They learn not only new things about themselves during their travels but they also find each other…

Thank you ❤❤

To read all the messages and comments full of love and support and kindness made me feel very emotional. Thank you to everyone ❤

I’ve decided I’ll take a break. I don’t know how long for but I won’t be writing anything. However, I will still be active on here to reblog stories I’m tagged in and to talk to you all and update you on Wednesday and after that. I hope that you all will stick with me through this haha but if you don’t that’s totally fine ❤

I just need to flush out my mind, to be back in the correct mindset. I don’t know how long this will take but when I’m ready, I’ll write out a plan for the upcoming stuff I’ll work on.

For now this is sort of good bye but not really? I love you all very much❤

“None of them understand me,” Groot says on a sigh one afternoon as Peter and Gamora are having a good-natured (Rocket thinks) argument and Drax is sharpening his favorite knife for the umpteenth time.

“It bothering you?” Rocket asks, looking up at him.

“Can you really understand what he’s saying? Or are you just fucking with us?!” Peter asks, wrenching himself away from his argument spirited discussion long enough to question Rocket. “Because literally all we hear is ‘I am Groot.’ Over and over again!”

“Well, there are worse things they could perceive me saying. Obscenities, maybe,” Groot says, and Rocket laughs so hard he nearly chokes as he pictures Groot shouting FUCK OFF instead of his own name.

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Look at all these doodles. LOOK AT THEM! I filled up a whole page! I really need to do this more often it’s great practice. My sort of post series Atem, with and without ponytail. I could have shading in his skin, too but..meh, next timeXD These are just practice doodles anyway~ I really love every single one of them, especially the dork face one:

“You know what..? I’m tired, can you just call yourself an idiot?” is actually a quote from ‘Everybody Loves Raymond’, and it’s still my favorite line out of the whole show lol And the ‘Number 1 Fan’ is actually from a text post that is buried somewhere on my blog, if anyone finds it please tag me with it so I can reblog it again with this! All in all I really had fun with this. All Hail the Sass King! XDD

I’ll draw more later today. Heading out this afternoon for a while to get some fresh air while the weather is still nice. Enjoy!

hello hello my pals!! so i finally pulled the trigger and made a separate theatre blog but now i need new ppl to follow so pls like/reblog if you post any of the following and i’ll check out your blog:

  • book of mormon
  • dear evan hansen
  • falsettos
  • fun home
  • great comet
  • next to normal
  • spring awakening
  • andrew rannells
  • jonathan groff
  • phillipa soo
  • christian borle
  • musical theatre/broadway in general

you don’t have to be following me but i love new friends!! also i would really appreciate it if you had some sort of tagging system! 

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I salvaged some beautiful tissue paper for my bullet journal this week and I really love this spread. Also, now I have a lot to think about at the moment regarding universities as I really love the university and course at Leeds but I don’t want to give up such an amazing opportunity as Oxford so I’m rather torn. There’s lots of things I need to consider so I think I’ll make a giant pros and cons list this weekend to sort out my options.

Apologies for a bit more posting than usual, folks! Two quick things:

1.  I’m going to go on a mini-hiatus from Tumblr for a bit. (Though the queue will keep chugging away, ha.) I really do need to catch up with writing and reviewing, and free time is always a bit scarce. 

2. I’m always appalled with the cowardly anonymous portion of fandoms who prioritise fictional characters over respecting other actual human beings in the community. In the case of the past week with the Black Sails fandom, I did want to say:

Silver means a lot to me for a multitude of personal reasons, he truly does. But… Silver is fictional. Slings and arrows don’t affect him. He’ll be okay*. On the other hand, there are real people on the receiving end of some disgusting behavior. If people disrespect fictional characters, there’s an outrage. If people disrespect actual human beings… there is a resounding eh, apparently. 

You don’t have to agree with what people say about characters, but that still doesn’t mean for an instant that this kind of behavior is remotely acceptable. 

Lay off on the anon cowardice and bullshit. There has been some truly despicable behavior. Unfortunately, I hadn’t realized how long this kind of cowardly rubbish has been going on until recently.

*Silver really will be okay. Have you seen those gorgeous curls? In that kind of humidity? Sorcery. They look amazing.

On a cheerier note, looking forward to catching up and chatting with folks when I get back! :D

So I am convinced Rimmer needs to take up some sort of art form– I was thinking like making really meticulous minimalist or abstract expressionist type paintings that he never shows anyone (might make a comic about this idk yet I have so much stuff to make at the moment lmao) but like– figuring out the exact colours and painting blocks by hand perfectly smoothly…

but my friend just suggested that he would paint miniatures and make dioramas and I can’t deal with this omg

Another Tag Game thingo

Writer Interview Tag Game

I was tagged by @madworlddiary and general consensus is, that I only respond to her tag games.

1. What made you start writing for the first time?
I’ve written since I can remember. Probably, since I could read. Writing, seriously? Or taking writing seriously, this is going to be a really condensed (sort of like condensed milk) version of events:
1. The principal of my high school needed a person to write him inspirational speeches. I dropped out of high school, at the end of grade 10 (idk what that is in US terms) My first speech written for him, was a paid gig, where I took
the song “Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield and wrote, the speech that he gave for the end of year ceremony. There were a series of even more bizarre events, later on throughout my childhood/adolescence, that involved me attending university lectures on other peoples behalf and writing essays, based on that. 
That is when I realized that people actually can make money writing for other people. I’m not sure if that answered, the what correctly.

2. If you could only write about the ocean, the forest,
or the desert for the rest of your life, which one would you pick?

I am bad with those questions where, they say “you’re on a train platform, and the train is going X distance, to the ratio of the Y platform”, when do you step in front of the train?” Hence, being a high school drop out, I missed ALL of maths. But then as an adult??? I taught myself with the use of calculators, yes real calculators, not those ones on the telephone. Did you guys know what the telephone is capable of now?

3. Would you ever write a memoir?
No, because of the quote “Life is either too unbelievable or utterly boring”, in my case it would be too unbelievable, which is why fiction is such a good camouflage.

4. Do you like writing by hand, or writing with a computer?
Both (not at the same time). P.s I am writing this on notepad on an ancient computer. Possibly, maybe, the same ancient computer that Bruce used as a child.

5. Would you rather be popular among many readers, or unpopular,
but loved by critics?

What a strange question. Sort of the same question, as to why people write. Some people write because it pays the bills.
Other people write because they feel compelled to.

6. Do you listen to music while you write? What is the best writing music?
No, I write in deathly silence

7. Do people you’ve met find their way into your writing?
How could they not? The entire world is, annoyingly so, full of humans. It is very difficult to avoid humans, when I lived in the country and on the side of a volcano, next to the Southern Ocean, even then I had to contend with humans,
as we had a common thing that bonded us: namely, dial up internet, that was constantly dropping off and a telephone. Which I never had but my neighbor had. So even then, at the far ends of the most desolated place on earth, I had to meet with humans. Seriously, humans are everywhere.

I tag :  @abirdfulbox @deactivation321 @nosorryforyou @nolongerbrokenbell @jllongwrites @jonaswpoetry @donde-esta-mi-mente p.s anyone on my list whatit, can do this. Remember I have no favorites, except for @madworlddiary

O.M.G, ok people I have no favorites, I love everyone exactly the same. I mean blogs, equally. 

anonymous asked:

happy steggy headcanons: peggy has some sort of keepsake that is akin to steve's compass with his face on it (probably a locket or something discreet), they have really lame nicknames that they call each other only in private, peggy sits on steves back while he does like 800 pushups bc he needs the extra weight, they hold hands under the table at briefings, peggy doesn't sleep when steve's on a mission so when he finally gets back they just have a super long nap session (hope u feel better soon)

Thanks Nonny. These are excellent!

Awww. That’s cute. I like her having the photo from Project Rebirth in Agent Carter, though, so I dunno what she’d have that she’d carry around, because I think she’d intentionally avoid all the promotion materials from before Azzano. Maybe it’s slightly more symbolic, and isn’t actually a picture of him? IDK. I do like the implications of a sort of token exchange going on, where he gets her picture for his compass and has something to carry around to remind her of him.

I kind of love the idea of lame nicknames, especially if it was really just them trolling the shit out of each other, because they are both seem like the kind to do that. Like it starts with Steve trying to find a pet name or something to call her sort of like she calls him ‘darling’, but Peggy being Peggy indicates she doesn’t like the name by both a wrinkled nose and a ‘Really, Steve?’ From there it just devolves into increasingly ridiculous nicknames. 

Seriously, I am here for Peggy sitting on Steve’s back while he does push ups. Honestly, now I’m just picturing her sitting there reading some sort of briefing file like it was nothing. It’s super cute. Lol though, her sitting there and telling him to be smoother in his motion because it’s jarring the pages. And Steve eyerolling and intentionally doing them twice as fast as before.

MODERN! STEGGY. Yes. Just saying. Give me 8 thousand fics of them both working for SHIELD and holding hands under the briefing table. Give them all to me. Because it means so many things, and I LOVE IT.

OK Yes. A) I love them cuddling up and just sleeping for like ever, her curled up against his chest, and B) I kind of like Peggy worrying about him while he’s gone? And the whole time telling herself, it’s stupid, she shouldn’t, because he’ll be FINE, but she can’t help it. Especially in a scenario where the plane did crash and he either managed to get out before the crash, or Howard found him quickly. And she spends her time doing work to distract herself, but when Steve gets back there’s not even any conversation, he just takes her hand and they go to the bedroom and cuddle up and nap, because they both feel safer and happier when they’re together.