what about in the winter time

Last night on librarian Facebook, I asked a question about keeping sane and grounded in the present when you’re always planning ahead.

Here are some responses I got:

  1. Tell me if you find out!! I barely know what month it is! (Some variation on this is the most popular response)
  2. Bullet journaling (the modern panacea)
  3. Make sure you’re taking time to connect with the seasons, even though sometimes you’re planning for winter in June.
  4. Try not to bring your work home with you
  5. Use a calendar book to plan ahead.
  6. You get better with practice
  7. Very long, well-meaning post, including anecdotes and stuff they’re planning, that despite being an opportunity where I feel confident that I could go to this woman for advice with organizing my department… is the same as “use a calendar book to plan ahead.”

The posts that completely bypassed the question to give me organizational advice have me shaking my head, man. I DID make the mistake of my initial question being too long, so of course not everyone is going to read it. But I did repeat the question twice within the text.

But how can saying “use a calendar book” to someone who started with the line “I’ve been running a reference department for 6 months straight out of school” be anything but insulting?

On the other hand, I suppose what I could take away from it is that these women think they have they shit together but are so stuck in planning-ahead mode they don’t even realize that planning isn’t the cure for everything. Which is either a stunning view of my future or a cautionary tale.

when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid”  and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.

she was just accepted into 3 major art schools. she wrote me a letter. inside was a picture from when she was younger. monochrome pink. 

“thank you,” it said, “to somebody who saw the best in me.”

A Bed for the Night

A creepy encounter by reddit user tufted_wisdom

When I was about twelve, my great-uncle John came from Ukraine to visit us in Canada.  He had a lot of stories, but this was the one that stood out.

In the late 1960’s, John was traveling by train from his village to another to visit family.  He had to change trains at one point, and was dropped off at what amounted to a platform and a hut in the middle of nowhere.  There was no one else at the station, and other than a dirt road that led off into the surrounding woods, there was nothing there.

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Oh, my sweet summer child! What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep; fear is for the Long Night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little Lord.

anonymous requested: game of thrones + favourite season

concept: it’s winter time and you n your crush go out to a winter carnival and there’s sparkly lights everywhere and your crush is all cute and flustery and embarrassed but they grab your mittened hand with their mittened hand and both of y'all blush and they buy you hot chocolate and it’s not that great but it still warms you up inside and all of a sudden it starts to snow and snowflakes cling to their lashes and they look at you all wide eyed and you guys start to lean in and everything is perfect in the word and you kiss among the snow and the lights and the cheesy holiday music playing in the background

listen, i love jack ‘it’s only minus ten out i can wear shorts out’ zimmermann as much as everyone else but as anyone who lives in a cold place can tell you, we get VERY worried about people from warm places who clearly Do Not Understand How To Winter. 

and while bitty is very good at bundling up he clearly doesn’t know what to wear out (he wouldn’t have to wear so many layers if he had good winter clothes after all) and it is Very Upsetting to jack. so every single time bitty visits jack starting from october, jack has another piece of high quality winter clothing waiting for him, whether it be double layered mittens, wool-lined boots, or a coat that feels like duvet. 

so even though bitty still complains bitterly about the winter and (more amusedly) about jack’s wintery mother hen tendencies (”jack it’s the third of october, i don’t need woolen socks”) he’s at least warm which makes jack’s heart as toasty as bitty’s toes. 

wild world condensed
  • good grief: death and how confusing it is
  • the currents: donald trump sucks and so does the media
  • an act of kindness: regret and self loathing
  • warmth: how to recover from 2016
  • glory: oHMYGOD WHAT IS ThIs bLESSInG
  • power: an abusive relationship??? the media is shit????? who knows not me but i hope no one hurt dan
  • two evils: again, more self loathing but slightly more optimistic self loathing
  • send them off!: religion, demons and jealously?? insecurity??
  • lethargy: anxiety (particularly about dying)
  • four walls: the song about a convicted murderer
  • blame: two gangsters fighting??? thanks dan for this deep meaningful song
  • fake it: idk man i suppose it's about how shit the media is?? (again)
  • snakes: more anxiety, this time about life in 2016 in general
  • winter of our youth: MORE self loathing and nostalgia and anxiety
  • way beyond: the media, if u didn't already know, is SHIT
  • oil on water: sex, but empowering sex. u go girl, u have all the sex
  • campus: don't stay in school kids y'all are wasting your time it's a trap
  • shame: bad blood 2.0, otherwise known as, "u were my best friend and then u changed and ur horrible now" (also, hidden self loathing)
  • the anchor: so yeah conclusion i hate myself but ily

You know what’s my favorite trope/headcanon ???

Clingy as f u c k Bucky/Winter Solider

Like every time the Winter Solider comes out, he follows Tony everywhere and is constantly touching him. Maybe because the Winter Solider (and Bucky) are touch starved as HECK. And Tony doesn’t mind.

The team doesn’t know about it at first. When the Winter Solider was out and about, everyone stay clear of him. And Tony being Tony waltzes in and just burrows in the Solider’s chest because he’s warm and Tony is so tired.

And everyone is like “!!!!!!!!!!!” But the Solider doesn’t move Tony. In fact he envelopes Tony and whispers softly in his ear. And Tony s o a k s up the attention.

And the team is like “??????????”

And of course Steve ask Bucky if it bothers him. That he can talk to Tony and tell him to back off.

And Bucky almost snaps and says “If you ruin this for me, Rogers, I will beat your ass again and leave you in that river”

And Steve doesn’t ask again. Bucky absolutely loves having Tony sleeping on him. Or just chilling beside him.

10/10 love this concept

Suffering through my 3rd or 4th cold this winter (even though there has not been any snow were I am) and this one is really messing me up. 

So what to do? Disney edits. ALWAYS DISNEY EDITS! ((check my “disney edit” tag if you don´t believe me))

Movies used: “Frozen” & “Tinker Bell - Secret of the Wings”

“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with.
Tell me why you loved them,
then tell me why they loved you.

Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through.
Tell me what the word home means to you
and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name
just by the way you describe your bedroom
when you were eight.

See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,
and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.

Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain
or bounce in the bellies of snow?
And if you were to build a snowman,
would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms
or would leave your snowman armless
for the sake of being harmless to the tree?
And if you would,
would you notice how that tree weeps for you
because your snowman has no arms to hug you
every time you kiss him on the cheek?

Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?
Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad
even if it makes your lover mad?
Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion
or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

See, I wanna know what you think of your first name,
and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy
when she spoke it for the very first time.

I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind.
Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.
Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old
beating up little boys at school.

If you were walking by a chemical plant
where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds
would you holler “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud
or would you whisper
“That cloud looks like a fish,
and that cloud looks like a fairy!”

Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?
Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?
And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me —
how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?

See, I wanna know if you believe in any god
or if you believe in many gods
or better yet
what gods believe in you.
And for all the times that you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself,
have the prayers you asked come true?
And if they didn’t, did you feel denied?
And if you felt denied,
denied by who?

I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling good.
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling bad.
I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty
could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.

If you ever reach enlightenment
will you remember how to laugh?

Have you ever been a song?
Would you think less of me
if I told you I’ve lived my entire life a little off-key?
And I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry
I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me
who have learned the wisdom of silence.

Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?
And if you do —
I want you to tell me of a meadow
where my skateboard will soar.

See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living.
I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,
and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.
I wanna know if you bleed sometimes
from other people’s wounds,
and if you dream sometimes
that this life is just a balloon —
that if you wanted to, you could pop,
but you never would
‘cause you’d never want it to stop.

If a tree fell in the forest
and you were the only one there to hear —
if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound,
would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist,
or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

And lastly, let me ask you this:

If you and I went for a walk
and the entire walk, we didn’t talk —
do you think eventually, we’d… kiss?

No, wait.
That’s asking too much —
after all,
this is only our first date.”

—  Andrea Gibson
Seventy-five years. That’s how much time you get if you’re lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five Winters. Seventy-five Springtimes. Seventy-five Summers. And Seventy-five Autumns. When you look at it like that, it’s not a lot of time, is it? Don’t waste them. Get your head out of the rat race and forget about the superficial things that pre-occupy your existence and get back to what’s important now. Right Now. This very second. And I’m not saying, drop everything and let the world come to a grinding halt. I’m saying that you could become a seeker. You could be loving more. You could be taking some chances. You could be living more. You could be spending more time with your family. You could be getting in touch with the part of you that lives instead of fears; the part of you that loves instead of hates; the part of you that recognizes the humanity in all of us. And I tell you, That’s where you’re fortunate.
—  Eddie Murphy, as ‘G’, in Holy Man
Voice Aggravated Teacher
  • Student 1: What happened over your Winter Break, Mr. [X]?
  • Me: Well, I went back home to see the folks for a while, but I can only stand them for a few days and then I'm done
  • Students: SAME!
  • Me: And then my girlfriend got me a Google Home, and I spent the rest of my winter break just yelling out questions into the air and honestly, I kind of get why you kids do it all the time without even saying my name first.
  • Student 2: Did you tell us about your Christmas just so you could roast us?
  • Me: I did, and thanks for playing.

So I was serious about doing concept art for Shadow and Bone, I have started a digital process and thought to start with Alina. Here we have the First Army Uniform (sans bag and rifle for now), her Winter Fête dress, and lastly a really not-what-I-had-in-mind Kefta (missing the cuffs). 

I thought I would post it now seeing as my new semester is starting and that I will not be able to do much else than homework.

I will try to do more concepts of the above concepts, and other characters. I’m gettin’ there…eventually. 

Gilmore Girls: A Year In The Life SPOILERS!!

Okay, so I just finished the Revival (been up since around 3am). And tbh I’m having a hard time processing. I’m hoping writing about it will actually help me figure out how I feel about what just happened.                                                  Just want to start by saying, I am so glad this revival happened. The revival was so necessary and so desired by the fandom after that seventh season. Also, this revival was not a dream come true. It wasn’t our fanfics come to life. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t everything I wanted it to be. But I am so grateful for it. So grateful to Netflix for existing and making things like this revival possible. I am grateful for the Palladinos and the stars and the networks that felt GG was worth all this, was worth bringing back. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!                                                                                                                       That being said, I do not feel the satisfied sense of closure I (and I think all of us) craved. I respect ASP and her vision and her intentions with the full circle ending. I get it. It’s not necessary an awful idea. However, its just not what I wanted. Not what we wanted as a fandom, I think. That ending was strange. Despite all the love life drama throughout the years, and all the Gilmore guys who have come and gone, this show was never about those relationships. It was never about Lorelai and Luke or Rory and her multiple suitors. It was about mother & daughter. That was the idea, the pitch, the heart, the driving force. And somehow it feels like those famed last four words diminished that somehow. Those final four words felt less about Lorelai and Rory and more about Rory and her boyfriends. Which I have to admit is more than a little disappointing. It feels kinda wrong. That ending might not have felt so…idk whatever this not quite right feeling is, if it wasn’t actually the end. They did leave open the possibility for more, but I don’t really want more. I love GG and I have wanted (needed) more all these years, but deep down I think I wanted this to be the end. I didn’t really want a “reboot”, I wanted closure. I wanted a proper final season, and this didn’t feel like that.                                                                                                                                                     This revival had a lot of great Gilmore moments. Some of my favorite original Gilmore moments are fights. I don’t really know why. Maybe I love the drama, maybe I love the honesty and emotion. Maybe I think that’s where the actors really get their chance to shine, but I love the Gilmore fights in the original series. And the Gilmore fights were some of my favorite revival moments as well. The Lorelai/Emily fight after the funeral was great! “We end up here in the middle of this room [the kitchen]!” Love it! The Lorelai/Rory fight in the graveyard; loved it. It hurt, but I loved it. Even the Lorelai/Luke fights were good. I also greatly enjoyed the scene in Fall when Lorelai tells Emily her Richard story over the phone. That was perfect. And though I’m not a big Logan fan, I did always enjoy the Life and Death Brigade shenanigans, so that bit in Summer was fun for me. Everything to do with Paris was great! I love Paris! Dean’s scene was fine. I kinda always just wanted him to disappear so I was pleased that he was only there for a few moments. And I enjoyed their little joke about the shoplifting too. Sookie’s cameo was also fine. Not great, but about what I expected given Melissa McCarthy’s schedule. Jess coming in and once again reminding Rory who she is and who she really wants to be was perfect and in true Jess fashion. I really enjoyed seeing that scene between Rory and Christopher, as much as I dislike him, it was a strange but important conversation. Rory had never asked him those questions, never asked his side of the story, or held him accountable for his choices. So, I’m actually really glad they included that scene.                                                                                     Now for the little problems. Was it just me or has Lorelai grown a bit bitchier with age? Like sure she’s always had her bad days (we all do), like that time she yelled at Michel about the RV, but particularly in Winter and Spring she seemed kinda bitchy to me. Next, why did Rory have to be so into infidelity? Why? That seemed super unnecessary. They could have hit all the same points in her story arc without her cheating on Paul (why did Paul even exist btw?) with an engaged Logan? And don’t even get me started on the Wookie. She and Logan could have still been casual bedfellows without them both being in relationships. It just felt so out of character for Rory after everything she’d been through with Dean in S4 and Logan in S6. And Lorelai’s reaction to the news of this chronic infidelity made no sense, because of her reaction to the whole Dean thing in S4. I guess, I just thought I knew where the Gilmore girls stood on the topic of cheating after all that, but apparently I was wrong and cheating is just no big deal. Next, that musical was awful. I don’t know why that was there or whose idea, but that was just bad. I get that they were trying to fill space, but the musical kinda made me physically uncomfortable. Lastly, the whole Lorelai doing Wild thing was funny, but went on a little too long for me. I feel like it wasted some of Fall that could have been used for…more. I ultimately liked where the Wild thing led, but it could have reached that conclusion sooner.                                                                                                                                                                                   Big problems. Not to be a bias shipper here, but I’m Team Jess and now that its basically canon that Literati is endgame, I feel cheated out of that relationship. In ASP’s mind, Jess and Rory end up together. He’s her guy. Her “Luke”. “It was always supposed to be Luke”? Well, I think at this point we can all agree that in ASP’s mind it was always supposed to be Jess. It was. I knew. Luke knew. Jess knows. And now we all know. But for some reason it was decided that we wouldn’t get to see it. It wouldn’t actually happen. Did they think the confirmation would be enough? That our imagination would be all we needed from this point? Was it to do with Alexis & Milo’s relationship and breakup? Why? I just need to know, why not Jess? Why not now? I’m just sad, because what’s so wrong with a happy ending? Why not give the people what they want after all these years when it fits in with your original vision? Let us have Rory & Jess. Let us see it. Why wasn’t Jess at the wedding?!? Come on, no matter what was happening (or not happening) with Rory & Jess why on earth would they not have Jess in that wedding scene? Michel gets to be there and Lane gets to be there, but Jess (Luke’s closest friend and relative) doesn’t get a late-night call saying “get your fine ass to the gazebo asap!”? Why not? I actually like the Logan/Christopher parallel a lot. It was always there, I guess, but it never entirely clicked for me until I heard Alexis say it in an interview a few days ago. It’s so true though. Rory and Logan have such a difficult time “quitting each other” just like her parents. Its like in the back of their minds, they are waiting for one another the same way Lorelai said she was waiting all those years for Chris to get it together. In a lot of ways its insulting to Logan, and the revival was a bit unfair to him. By comparing (and essentially assuming) 30-something Logan would make all the same (bad?) choices as 16-year-old Christopher is almost cruel of Rory (and ASP). Like sure, I see the similarities. And yes, Logan and Rory were not ultimately right for each other and probably shouldn’t try to raise a kid together. I don’t really like the idea of Rory not even telling Logan about the pregnancy. At least, Christopher knew. At least, he and Rory had some kind of relationship. To deny Logan even that doesn’t seem right.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Ultimately, the cast was awesome, the dialogue was everything it needed to be, the chemistry was still there, the Stars Hollow magic remained, and it was still way better than season 7. I felt closure with Lorelai, Emily’s arc was actually kind of flawless, I have no complains about Rory’s career arc. But Rory’s love life is more of a mess now than ever, some parts (the musical, the Wild) were unnecessary or unpleasant, and that ending should have been more Gilmore Girls less Maury. If this is all we ever get I wish it had been better. If there’s more to come, I’ll be thrilled to watch and once again hopeful that Rory & Jess finally get their timing right.

this is your heart (can you feel it)

Pairing: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin
Rating: Teen | wc: ~3k
Summary: “Three weeks of living together, and it wasn’t terrible. Bellamy was infallibly quiet whenever he left for early morning scouting shifts, and she’d finally managed to convince him to go right back to sleep when someone called her for a late night medical emergency instead of going with her. He was tidier than she was–too often she had to scrounge for her clothes on his side of the room, muttering apologies as she did so–but she had the upper hand on making small talk. Often it was just about what was next on their list for surviving the winter, but still, she made the effort.” { or, the ark never makes it down, winter comes to the ground, and clarke & bellamy find themselves living together }

Winter was setting in, and they had just finished the cabins in time. The morning they put the door on the last one, there was frost coating the leaves hanging over the camp wall. Soon enough, the dropship’s sides were going to be coated in ice; at least now the delinquents wouldn’t be. Clarke knew frostbite could still be a problem, but significantly less with the new shelters.

It wasn’t until they were getting everyone settled that Monty asked, “Wait, which one is yours?”

Clarke halted in directing two girls to their assigned cabin. “Huh. I don’t know, actually.”

Monty raised his eyebrows. “How did you not put yourself somewhere? You’ve been obsessing over who to put with who ever since Raven and Miller drew up the plans for the cabins.”

“You try making a hundred teenagers room together and keep track of your own shit at the same time. If I had to fend off one more request for this person or that person, or shut down a complaining tirade–”

Holding up his hands, Monty shushed her. “Alright, alright. I’m just saying, we should figure out where you’re going to live. And if you say ‘later’, I’m going to stick you with Jasper.”

Clarke rolled her eyes, but sighed in capitulation. “Honestly, I don’t think there’s room left in any of the cabins, and since I’m going to be practically living in the dropship anyways for medical, I’ll just stay there. The second floor is insulated, so I won’t freeze.”

“You should have someone around,” Monty said softly. He paused in sorting some blankets, and when she didn’t do the same, she felt him tug on her arm.

Acquiescing, she stopped and looked him square on. “I’ll be fine, Monty, really.” Then she smiled wryly and added, “Besides, at the rate these idiots get hurt, I doubt I’ll ever have a minute to myself.”

Monty tried to look disapproving, but she could see the amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Fine. But I am definitely going to make you have a sleepover in our cabin once in awhile so you are properly socialized.”

Clarke smacked him lightly on the arm, and they were both smothering laughter as they resumed their sorting.

Later that night, when everyone was finally settled, Clarke retreated to her new home. Despite her exhaustion, she managed to complete an hour’s worth of work organizing medical. Thankfully no one had raided the supplies while she was busy with other things today. It was practically a miracle, and she trudged up to her bed on the second level, satisfaction settling low and warm in her gut.

This just may work out after all, she thought hazily as sleep claimed her.

“Trina needs to move cabins.”

Clarke didn’t even look up from pouring aliquots of Jasper’s new batch of medicinal moonshine (which was somehow less strong than the batches he made for nights around the campfire, go figure) at Bellamy’s declaration. “No.”


No one is switching cabins. That was the rule, and it’s the rule I’ve had to repeat pretty much every day since we moved everyone in. No exceptions.”

“Clarke, she needs to move.”

The seriousness in his tone finally made her glance up. He was looking down at her with a little bit of pleading, and it softened his face in a way she hadn’t seen in awhile. The approach of winter had been daunting for both of them; the dangers they would face from the frigid weather didn’t leave much room for anything other than planning, preparing, and worrying. Clarke searched his expression for another minute; the genuineness she saw there convinced her, enough to even prevent asking more questions. She trusted his judgement, so with a simple shrug, she said, “Alright.”

His eyes widened slightly in surprise at her agreement, and then he nodded. As he turned to walk away, the next logical thought hit her. “Wait!” she called out. “Who’s she switching with?”

“She’s not switching,” he answered over his shoulder, still moving back to the yard. “She’s taking my spot.”

“Wait, what?”

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Not A Date (1/?)

Summary: Bucky Barnes is an infamous player with a well-known reputation. Can he woo the wary girl who had her heartbroken too many times? Or will she woo him so he changes his ways?

Warnings: College AU, Swearing, Mentions of Alcohol, Mentions of Sex

Words: 908

A/N: So I was thinking about making a College AU series. Depending on how this does, I may or may not continue this. Let me know what you guys think here.


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kanaya has a bit of free time during her days in the winter so she decides to take up yoga(roxy probably gave her the idea since i can definitely see them hanging out a lot)

conveniently whenever kanaya is doing yoga rose…….just happens to be in the same room ‘reading’ a book

kanaya catches on very quickly and teases rose about it because most of the time the book she is ‘reading’ is upside down or something and eventually kanaya convinces a very reluctant rose to do yoga with her. this eventually becomes apart of their morning routine

this is very good for rose because most of the time she sits like a gargoyle and its been taking a toll of her back. now she stops asking kanaya for back massages every five minutes and thus kanaya having to lecture her on her terrible posture

Before I start, I’m gonna check my privilege as a US citizen.

But this isn’t about me as a US citizen, this is about mixed status families. this is about the reality that for some of us, being together isn’t a right anymore, papeles or not. there won’t be a time where my mother, my father, my sisters and me will find ourselves together in a room - my papeles won’t give us that luxury. My papeles give me the privilege to see my mother three times a year, but never with my father, never with my sisters - this is what a mixed status family looks like, always in pieces, always in parts.

Mixed status families look like a cold winter with only one cobija and the inability to share, not because you don’t want to, but because the government doesn’t let you, because the government hasn’t felt cold before.

Mixed status families look like only one of you getting to meet your grandma before she passes, because papeles can’t stop time, can’t stop our loved ones from growing, can’t stop them from leaving to find peace on a side where borders don’t exist.

Mixed status families look like fear, for all of us, all the time.

Mixed status families look like papi hoping mami comes home, mami hoping papi will come home, sisters hoping they’ll know what home looks like, they were too young to know, dreaming of a land where survival was accesible.

Mixed status families is never truly feeling whole, never truly feeling complete, because a part of you, is always…missing.

—  Mixed Status Families

“Those steel blue eyes let you know where home is, you know what I’m talkin’ about. That’s my safe place. Those beautiful eyes.” - Anthony Mackie.

Sebastian Stan’s eyes appreciation post.