#Graph Paper Spiral Notebook

[verricherri]

spencer making reader read his book while you ride him...

Chapter & Verse (NSFW///MDNI)

A/N: written from a perspective that echoes Joe from You and Steve from Fresh — obsessive, devoted, unsettling — but filtered through Spencer Reid’s softness, and complexity. It’s something i fully believe Spencer would do, in his own quiet way. Warnings: this is a dedication — a heavy, emotional tribute from Dr. Spencer Reid to you. A eulogy in his words. it’s tender. it’s intense. Masterlist Feedback and reposts are appreciated  ☀️

The storm had started around nine.

By ten, the lights were flickering, and by eleven, Spencer Reid was pacing like a man trying not to break his own rules.

You were curled up on his couch, blanket over your knees, tea cooling in your hands. One of his cardigans hung off your shoulders. You’d stolen it weeks ago and he hadn’t asked for it back. The collar still smelled like his laundry detergent — citrus and cedar — and maybe that’s why you noticed the spiral-bound notebook shoved beneath the chessboard.

Something handwritten. Not one of his case files.

And not one of the journals he let you read.

You tilted your head. “What’s that?”

He froze. Like he hadn’t meant for you to see it. “It’s nothing.” You smirked. “You’re a terrible liar.” “It’s just… something I wrote.” He fidgeted. “I’ve been editing it for a while.” You sat forward. “Is it a paper?”

He didn’t answer.

You followed his glance to the title page — your name. Your actual name. Not your initials. Not a code. Just your name in careful pen strokes, followed by:

A study in contradictions, by Spencer Reid

Your stomach flipped.

“Spencer—” “I wrote it while I was inside,” he said, voice softer now. “There was… time. And you were the only thing that didn’t feel like punishment.”

You stared at the cover.

“I didn’t write it to impress anyone. Or even to be read. But… you once said you wanted to know how my mind works.” His gaze flicked up, steady now. “That’s how.” “You want me to read it?” He nodded once. “Out loud.” You blinked. “Why now?”

He paused.

Then: “Because it was always for you. But I didn’t know if I could… hand you the version of me that existed when I thought I might not come home.”

The silence was heavy. Holy.

He took a slow step back toward the hallway, retreating like an invitation you had to chase.

At the doorway, he looked over his shoulder.

“And if you're going to read it,” he said, voice low and certain, “come find out how the rest of it ends.”

---

You didn’t rush.

By the time you stepped into the bedroom, the manuscript was warm in your hands. The storm whispered at the window. Spencer sat against the headboard — hoodie rumpled, sweatpants low on his hips — looking relaxed in posture but not in the way he gripped the blanket with white-knuckled tension.

You climbed onto the bed and straddled his lap — knees bracketing his thighs, notebook in your hands — and opened to the first page.

“The first time he noticed her was on a Tuesday. Or maybe a Wednesday. He liked the symmetry of Wednesday better.”

Your voice didn’t shake, but your hands did.

Spencer didn’t move. Just nodded once. “Keep going.”

You shifted closer. Let your body settle against his. The heat between you buzzed like a taut string waiting to snap.

“He wondered, in a moment he would later classify as irrational, how she sounded when she broke. Not her voice — but her rhythm. Her logic. He wanted to chart the way her breath hitched. Graph the curve of her spine. Label each noise like a new discovery.”

You looked up.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. His hands stayed clenched in the sheets.

You rocked your hips slightly. Testing.

His breath stuttered.

You flipped another page.

“He imagined her in layers. Cardigan. Cotton. Skin. Want. He wanted to peel them back like chapters. To see what changed from the prologue to the climax.”

You smiled, sharp and breathless. “This is… intense.” He didn’t blink. “It’s accurate.”

Your hands slid under his hoodie, up his stomach, slow and sure — and he let you undress him like a secret you already knew the ending to. Shirt. Hoodie. Sweatpants. All discarded.

When he was finally bare, you leaned back, unbuttoned your own shirt, let the cardigan fall.

The cardigan he once called “the most beautiful thing you steal from me every week.”

Now you were skin to skin — your knees tucked under his, thighs bracketing his hips.

You picked up the manuscript again. “Where were we?” “Page twelve.”

---

You held the manuscript in one hand and guided him with the other — slow and precise, no hesitation, just the sound of your breath mingling with his as you sank down onto him inch by inch.

When your hips met his, Spencer exhaled like he’d been holding it in for months.

You read.

“She sinks over him like a truth he didn’t earn but begged for anyway. She stays there, tight around him, and reads every word like penance. She doesn’t ask him to talk. She just makes him feel it.”

His grip on your waist twitched.

You shifted once. Then again. The friction turned electric. Your voice wavered.

“She rides him in silence until he breaks. Until the words he built his world around scatter at her feet, and all that’s left is breath and her name in every tense.”

Spencer groaned. One hand fisted the sheets. The other rose to brush your hair back from your cheek.

You dropped the notebook to the bed.

Your hands slid down his chest. You started to move.

And he let you.

No words. Just sound.

Just the way he whispered your name like a sentence with no punctuation — something continuous and breaking all at once — and the way you collapsed together, clinging, undone.

You didn’t let go.

Not yet.

---

Time passed.

Neither of you moved.

You lay sprawled across his chest, heartbeat slowing, his fingers tracing lazy, reverent lines along your spine like he was still writing something — something unspoken but known.

You exhaled into his neck. “I don’t think I’ll ever recover from that paragraph on page fifteen.” He huffed a laugh. “Which part?” “The part where she says his hands know her better than she does.” His smile was crooked. “It’s true.”

You reached for the manuscript again. The pages were warm. Smudged slightly from where your thumbs had trembled.

You flipped to the last page.

There, barely visible, was a note in the bottom corner.

Annotation 6A: If she reads this far, I’ll tell her the truth. I’m in love with her. I have been. Since long before she ever said my name like it meant something.

You read it twice. Then a third time. Just to be sure.

You looked up.

Spencer’s eyes were glassy but calm — like he wasn’t afraid of you seeing him anymore.

“I never erased it,” he said softly. “It was supposed to be temporary. But the truth… didn’t fade.”

You curled your fingers into his chest.

“I knew,” you whispered. “But it’s different — hearing it like that. On paper. Where you’re most honest.” He pulled you into his arms like he was relieved and ruined all at once. “It was always you.” “I know,” you said, pressing your lips to his jaw. “I read it.”

---

Later — after the second time, after you kissed the word mine into his collarbone and whispered your favourite lines back into his mouth — you reached for the front page again.

The title. The words. Your name.

You read the dedication aloud, voice low, steady:

For the girl who made me forget the difference between fiction and memory.

Spencer turned his head, eyes locking with yours — not sharp or analytical, but soft, like he wasn’t thinking for once. Just feeling.

“That line,” you said, “that’s the one.” “I know,” he murmured, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone. “Because you’re not a theory. Or a character. You’re the only thing that ever made it feel real again.” Your eyes burned. “And this book?” He nodded. “It was supposed to help me survive prison.” You swallowed. “And now?” He smiled faintly, kissing your temple. “Now it’s just proof. That even when I was locked away, I still knew what love looked like.”

You closed the notebook.

Tucked it onto the nightstand beside the lamp.

And when you curled into his arms, warm and wrecked and wholly his, Spencer whispered one final line — not from the book, not from memory.

Just from him.

Soft. Absolute.

“Chapter One was always you.”

[rosiarie]

my essential stationery as a uni student

happy 2025 my loves ! with my winter quarter starting soon, i know a lot of you are going back to school. here is a list of my essential stationery that i love. keep in mind that spending money on expensive stationery or buying new notebooks all the time is not necessary at all to succeed academically. but if you guys do need to buy new pens, pencils, or notebooks, here are my favorites.

i. bag i use the longchamp le pliage medium tote. the medium imo is the perfect size, but some more affordable options are: - trader joes tote bag (available in store. i used this senior year of hs!) - thrifted leather bag i prefer shoulder bags, but again, you can wear whatever bag/backpack you prefer or already have!

ii. notebooks here are my favorite notebooks i use for school. when i look for a notebook, i try to get one that isn't too thick or big because it is less weight to carry in my bag and more functional. for wide ruled notebooks, i prefer college ruled as i get to write more on one page and it is aesthetically more pleasing for me to look at.

muji, college ruled (economics, language, science): i use this for note-taking, both in class and out of class. i prefer writing notes on paper to taking them digitally, as it is easier for me to retain the information. maruman, graphing (math): i discovered this brand last year at a local stationery store and it's become my favorite stationery item discover! i prefer spiral notebooks for mathematic courses, as it's easier to write on and use a full page! there's only 80 sheets on this, but it almost lasted me almost my whole ap calculus ab class last year! i only needed a new notebook on the last 2 months of hs. midori, graphing (math): i haven't used this one yet! but i'm planning to buy it for my first college calc course next quarter. i'm going to use this one as a formal math notebook where i keep notes on different formulas & theorems, whereas i use maruman for homework and note-taking during class!

iii. pencils & pens

mitsubishi alpha gel - my favorite mechanical pencil ever! the gel is so squishy and it helps make note-taking easier/faster. i have a pink & silver ver of this! sakura sumo grip - i like the mitsubishi gel one more, but this one is really good too! it also makes note-taking smoother/faster.

pilot - you can find this pen in any store (target or stationery) and easily online. the ink can get messy, it does take a while to dry (wait before flipping the page!), and it is pretty disliked, but this is my all time favorite ink pen. i love the way it feels when you write with this and how it turns out. muji dupe - i think i ordered this my second year of hs, and as a college first-year, i still have half the pack left. the muji ones might be better quality (i don't know, i've never tried them), but these work fine and i quite like them! they're 0.35mm, so the letters come out very smalll.

i wish you all the best in 2024. may happiness, love, health, and success find & keep you. bisous!

[rumiandroses]

Never Too Burdened – Qur'an 2:286 Islamic Spiral Notebook

Find strength in every step of your journey with this beautifully designed spiral notebook, inspired by the powerful verse from the Qur'an: "Allah does not burden a soul beyond that it can bear." [Qur’an 2:286]. Adorned with delicate floral art and bordered with classic Islamic-inspired patterns, this notebook is both a functional tool and a daily reminder of divine resilience.

Product Details:

120 high-quality pages

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Choice of ruled or graph pages

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Perfect For:

Personal reflections and journaling

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Price: $15.22

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Sleep and Spacetime Don't Mix

Tis the end of the year and finals are making me feel like shit, may I please request a Logan-centric h/c? – anon

Could you maybe write a TSS fic involving burnout? – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: burn out, stress, overwhelmed/overstimulated

Pairings: roloceit

Word Count: 3193

Logan has a terrible habit of overworking himself. Luckily, he has two partners to help pull him out of the work spirals.

The relationship of the the two events is light-like, because the path of the object relative to the observer is parallel to the line representing c, the speed of light. The vertical axis, ct, represents the observer’s path relative to itself as it moves through time, so of course it is at rest as the observer must be at rest when observed from its own point of view.

Logan pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, massaging a bit as if it would relieve the strain. It won’t, he knows it won’t, but this late into the night it’s just about all he has left. The bulb in the rickety lamp flickers and he reaches out without opening his eyes to swat at the fixture until it buzzes steadily again. A slight wave of nausea rises up the back of his throat and he swallows it down. There’s no time for this.

He looks back at the diagram. The next thing he needs to do is create the set of axes from the other observer’s perspective, ct’ and x’, but he needs to calculate the difference using the Lorentz factor first. Which means he needs to remember the equation for doing that to get the angle right. He should be able to do that, because he’s been doing it all day and the proof he wrote up for it is beneath his left elbow, but that involves taking his eyes off the horribly rigid lines of the diagram and if he does that, he might just start crying. He shuts his eyes again and takes several deep breaths.

In, out.

In, out.

In…out.

He opens his eyes again and the lines blur and swim until he couldn’t make out an axis from a plotted line from the lines on the graph paper itself. With a groan, he shoves the notebook away, sending his pencil skittering across the desk. It clatters to the floor. He flinches. The lamp flickers again. He swats it until it buzzes. His shoulder protests the sudden movement and he tries leaning his neck to the side, wincing at the depth of the stretch. It shouldn’t hurt this much; he should be getting up regularly to take breaks, as he’s always telling Roman to do. He tries to lean to the other side and barely gets his head off of the vertical before he has to stop, hissing through his teeth. He leans back in the chair, chin tipped back toward the ceiling. The imprint of the spacetime diagram burns through his mind until he swears he can see it in the cracks in the wood beams over his head. If he lifted his hand to follow them—yes, there’s the axes, there’s his plotted paths, now if only the beams could somehow predict and plot the prime set of axes, he would be forever grateful.

But the ceiling is only a ceiling and any mathematical revelations will have to come from his own tired, overworked, overwrung brain.

The chair creaks and the lamp buzzes again as he slumps forward. His forehead hits the desk and his glasses smush against his cheekbones. He turns his head at the last moment so as not to risk bending the frame or damaging a lens, but the metal digs into the side of his face and pinches a piece of hair in the hinge. He fumbles for the lamp again, only just managing to find it in time for the bulb to splutter and properly die, leaving him in the half-dark of the partly-drawn windows and the various applicable lights from the kitchen. A few bits of paper crinkle under his weight as he shifts around on the table.

He can’t afford to lie here, he knows. He has to do things. If not continue to work on the problem that plagued him all afternoon, then to get himself ready for bed so he might have a chance at being awake enough tomorrow to do it. He shouldn’t be lying on the table anyway; it’s not quite sturdy enough to bear the brunt of his weight and the last thing he needs is to give himself a worse crick in his neck than he already has. He needs to pick his pencil up off t he floor before someone steps on it again and breaks the lead. He can’t afford to have to stop halfway through the exam to get up and sharpen his pencil, that could break his concentration, or worse, make him lose valuable time. He’s already had to replace his pencil three times. He can’t do that again without dipping into his emergency back up supply and there’s too much time left in the month for that. His notebook isn’t going to be any clearer if there are massive folds and wrinkles int he pages that could be confused for axes or plotted lines or any matter of things when cleanliness and orderliness within his calculations are of the utmost importance. It certainly isn’t going to make reading and re-deciphering his notes any easier, and if he needs to erase something it will make the page all the more likely to tear. Then he’ll have to copy it down onto a whole new sheet and that will take even more time that he does not have.

Suffice to say, he cannot afford to lie here on this table.

And yet.

And yet.

He loses track of time as he stares at the blurred edge of the windowpane. The curtain wafts back and forth when the air conditioner kicks on and turns off again. In the muddled reflection, he sees the clock on the microwave tick one minute to the next, neon green light changing shape ever so slightly as the lines move about on their preprogrammed grid. The room hums with the sound of too many appliances and oozes with a silence that he couldn’t hope to fill with anything but the mutterings of his own head about how much he still has to do.

“You,” he hears softly as a faint silhouette approaches him from the side, “are far too lovely to lie here as though you’ve got no one to come and cuddle you.”

His eyes fall closed upon hearing the voice; the memory of it alone is enough to break through some emotional pane of glass and he slumps a little more into the table. The quiet footsteps belie the gloved hand coming to rest lightly on top of his shoulder, before another carefully shifts his head enough to remove his glasses. He opens his eyes to see a blurred, shadowed face leaning over him, faint light glinting off of teeth as a smile forms on the mouth.

“Hello, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, “what are you doing out here all on your own?”

“I was working.”

“Is this a new studying technique I’m not aware of,” he asks, the gentle tone and the softness of the hand now cradling his cheek undoing the bite before it could land, “lying across the table in the dark?”

“I’m not working anymore.”

“I can see that. Was it giving you trouble?”

“I…I believe I’m too tired to do anything else.”

Janus hums, his fingers idly toying with the tuft of hair just above Logan’s forehead. “Does that include you getting yourself ready for bed?”

“…perhaps. I’m sorry, I—“

“No, no, no, none of that. We’ve all been there, you know you needn’t apologize for it. Will you let me help you?”

“I would appreciate that a lot, yes.”

Janus smiles again and carefully takes Logan’s arms to slip them around his neck. He lifts his head enough to help Janus pull him into a seated position, leaning against his chest with a sigh. The scent of jasmine tea lingers around his scarf. Fingers card through the hair at the nape of his neck, an idle hum working its way through the air while Logan regains his bearings. Truly he must have overestimated how much work he could do in a state like this; he’s nearly ready to fall asleep in this very chair just from Janus holding him.

“Come on,” comes the gentle prompt a few moments later, “let’s get a little something into you before we get you to bed.”

Against his baser instincts, Logan rouses himself and fumbles for his glasses, sliding them onto his nose as Janus moves to the kitchen. He clicks on another one of their little lamps, this one in the shape of a squat bluebird, and sets about gathering a few snacks. Logan ambles over to the counter, leaning against it as Janus slides him a glass of water.

“Do you think you could handle an English Muffin?”

“I think so.”

“Okay. Have a munch on those while I make it.”

Logan eats the nuts and pretzels while Janus sticks the English Muffin in the toaster. Gloved fingers tap along the counter before he huffs and reaches up to fuss with Logan’s hair.

“It’s all sticking up on this side. How long were you lying like that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you manage to get some work done at least?”

“Yes. Just…not as much as I wanted.”

“Well, Mr. ‘I Can Read an Entire Academic Thesis in Half an Hour,’ I’m sure that the amount of work you’ve done is perfectly acceptable.”

“What’s going on out here?” They turn to see Roman emerging from the other bedroom. “Are you guys having a party without me?”

“I thought I told you to stop working an hour ago.”

“You told me to start wrapping it up an hour ago, I have been doing so.” Roman stifles a yawn and comes over to sling his arms around Logan’s waist. “You staying up late working too?”

“Too late.”

“Mm. I actually have wrapped up and was just on my way to the bathroom, but it looks like you need a bit more help, yeah?” Logan nods and Roman leans in to kiss his cheek. “You wanna come spend the night with us?”

“…can I?”

“I’ll move the beds.”

Roman ducks around to kiss Janus’s cheek too before heading to the bathroom. After a few moments the sink turns on.

“Here,” Janus says, sliding the English Muffin over to him, “eat, sweetie. Do you feel any better?”

“A little bit.”

“Can I go and tidy up your work stuff?”

“There’s a pencil on the floor, please—“

“I’ll be very careful, I promise. Which side of the table?”

“Near the closet door.”

“Got it.”

True to his word, Janus walks over and carefully straightens and flattens his notebook, turning off his calculator and stacking his loose pages to the side. He picks the pencil up off the ground and puts it next to the calculator, just so. He even goes and makes sure the textbook bookmark is there in the right page before he closes it with a thud and pats it like it’s going to sleep too.

“There, all done.” He comes back over and ruffles his hair. “Have you had as much as you’re going to be able to?”

”I think so. There’s still half left, though. I can have it tomorrow.”

“It’s half of an English Muffin, Logan, it’s not the most important thing in the world to save.”

“Here,” Roman says, coming up, “give it to me, I’ll eat it.”

“Didn’t you just brush your teeth?”

“Listen, I won’t tell my dentist if you won’t.”

Logan hands it over and Roman stuffs it in his mouth, winking as he goes back into their bedroom. Janus rolls his eyes fondly and gives Logan a little nudge toward the bathroom. He goes, setting his glasses on the rim of the sink to wash his face. The cool water is a mercy on his hot and overworked skin, the soft towel that follows it even more so. He changes into the soft sleep shirt and shorts that he set in there this morning and brushes his teeth.

When he knocks on the doorframe to Roman and Janus’s room, Roman pokes his head up from the other side of the newly-assembled big bed. All of their rooms technically come fit with twins, but as the two of them are wont to cuddle in the winter—and drag Logan into cuddle piles whenever it’s deemed necessary—they have a habit of pushing the two together to create a mattress big enough to hold all three of them.

”Hey, honey,” Roman murmurs, coming around and holding his hands out, “you wanna come cuddle? You look like you need it.”

Logan fits his hands into Roman’s and lets him pull him across their room to the bed. He’s sat down on the edge and rolls toward the middle. They’d learned after some trial and error to keep a king-sized fitted sheet for when they did this to keep the beds from accidentally separating in the night. No sooner has he lied down does Janus slip in on his other side, yawning and rolling onto his side to put his phone on the nearby nightstand. The left mattress dips as Roman gets in too, pulling the big comforter over them and settling onto his pillow with a sigh. The combined warmth of the two of them makes Logan’s hands tremble ever so slightly.

“Hey,” Roman says softly, his voice beginning to go slack with sleep even as his eyes remain as bright and alert as ever, “what do you need, Specs?”

His hands are still shaking. A soft rustle of the blankets form his other side signals Janus moving to take one in his, bringing it up to his mouth for a soft kiss. Logan’s head whips around, staring at him with wide eyes, his heart hammering away between his ribs the way it always does when he’s worked himself too late and he finds himself trapped between the two of them. Janus’s eyes soften, as they always do, and he only has a moment to register the soft trace of his thumb over his knuckles before Roman is on him.

Strong arms move him a little further away from Janus, a leg coming up to swing over his as Roman lowers himself to an elbow, leaning up and over him. His weight presses down, thigh to hip to chest, soft words and even softer touches trailing along Logan’s cheek, his neck, his arm, his hand.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. You’re okay. I’m right here. Janus has you too. You’re gonna be okay, you’re safe with us.” He kisses Logan’s temple and moves Logan’s hand up to tangle in his hair. “See? Feel me? That’s real, baby, it’s all okay. You’re safe, you’re here with us, you’re gonna be just fine.”

A muffled sob leaves his throat and he tries to bury it in the hollow of Roman’s. Janus keeps squeezing his hand, brushing his lips against his knuckles as he murmurs soothing nonsense. Roman’s weight grounds him, his voice a steady constant in his other ear, not protesting once when Logan’s hand twitches and he accidentally pulls his hair. The rational part of his brain keeps whispering that this happens every time he gets overwhelmed, that eventually it will subside and everything will feel okay again, and yet it is impossible to think your way out of being in pain.

Roman’s got his face pressed against the crook of Logan’s now, every so often kissing whatever part of him he can reach. In contrast to the grip Logan’s got twisted into his hair, he cards his fingers lightly and almost lazily against the grain of Logan’s scalp. The faint tingling sensation overrides the worst of the nightmarish wriggling in his chest and stomach, giving him something to focus on along with the steady press of Roman’s weight on top of him and the grip Janus has on his other hand. Slowly, slowly, under their gentle attention, he manages to calm the swell of emotion in his chest and breathe a little bit easier. Roman kisses the curve of his jaw in encouragement as his breathing evens out, Janus holding his hand to his own chest so he can feel the steady heartbeat.

“Hey, baby,” Roman whispers when Logan finally sags into the mattress under him, “you did so good. So good.”

Janus hums in agreement. “Do you think that’s the last of it for now?”

“Yes.”

“You want to try and get some sleep?”

“Can we…stay like this for a little longer?”

“Don’t tempt him,” he chuckles, “Roman’ll fall asleep on top of you if you let him.”

“It was one time.”

“And I regained feeling in my hand about halfway through the afternoon, you’re right.”

“I’m no doctor but that seems like it’s more of a you problem than a me problem.” Roman snuffles playfully into Logan’s shoulder. “Besides, Logan’s comfier than you are.”

Janus makes a fake-affronted sound. “How dare you?”

“He’s all warm and soft,” Roman continues, leaving little kisses along the curve of his neck, “and he smells like bergamot even though he ran out of tea a few days ago…”

He feels a flush following Roman’s words—and mouth, his grip tightening in his hair again. Roman just chuckles and moves to mutter against the underside of his jaw.

“And it’s so much easier to make him blush. It’s like sleeping on my own little space heater.”

“Roman!”

“What? It is! See, look at you, your little nose is going all pink.”

”We’re supposed to be helping him sleep,” Janus points out, though he sounds far too amused, “not winding him up again. You’re gonna make him get worked up and not in the fun way.”

“Am I being too much, baby?” It’s whispered gently into his ear, all traces of play gone from his voice. Logan squeezes his eyes shut and nods and Roman backs off immediately, a firmer kiss and a proper cuddle as he lies back down. “Okay. I’m all done, Specs, I swear.”

“Shame on you,” Janus scolds as sleep laces through his words, “at such a late hour. Let’s all just go to sleep like reasonable people.”

“You okay to sleep now? Yeah? Okay.” Roman cups his cheek and give shim a kiss on the forehead. “If you need anything, you wake one of us up, okay?”

Logan nods, sleep already tugging at his eyes too. As his lids droop further and further, he’s just able to make out the way Roman settles himself down with a satisfied sigh, one hand still left out within reach if Logan so wished. On his other side, Janus snuffles into the pillow, turning over to face the wall. He looks up at the ceiling, the faint glow-in-the-dark stars shining against the darkness of the wood.

He falls asleep and dreams of traveling through the galaxy on a ship capable of faster-than-light travel, a notebook at his elbow and a smile on his face.

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[kintatsujo]

like I'm basically stuck with Top-Flight lined spiral notebooks even though I'd kind of like to have spiral bound in graph paper instead of lined because they're one of the only 5x7 notebooks I can find that are actually 5x7 (and if you search either 5x7 or A6 notebooks you just get. a ton of hits for A5 instead)

like, I'll fucking live, but rude

[psychotic4ghost]

Strength Together a story by Psychotic4Ghost

TW: Slight mentions of cancer WC: 1.7k

Masterlist Chapter 2 ->

Time was never on her side. It seemed as if Ophelia's heavenly clock was always fighting against her. She watched as the analog clock ticked by slowly. The second hand was nothing but a tease as she waited for her lunch break to end. Ophelia had been working on another cancer study and she would have started working on it sooner, clocking in before her lunch was even over, had she not done exactly that seven times this week. The hospital she worked for currently was growing tired of her putting in so much overtime. Some were worried for her health while others didn’t want to pay for the overtime. 

She never pushed herself intentionally. Time slipped from her mind as easily as pudding through a fork. The moment the clock struck 3:30 pm, she clocked in on her computer as quickly as she could before returning to her studies. 

“Dr. Burns?” a small rap came from her door as a petite, older lady knocked. She was always so considerate of Ophelia’s space so when she did interrupt, Ophelia knew it must be important. With a slip of an irritated sigh, not directed at Ms. Lauren, she turned herself in her stool to face the swinging door of the white medical lab. 

The lab consisted of completely white walls with black desks and black leather stools. It was a small ten by twelve room but it was all Ophelia needed. Scattered around her workstation were spiral notebooks, all filled to the last page and loose pieces of printer paper containing all the charts and graphs she needed for her research. 

“Yes, Ms. Lauren?” Ophelia cleared her throat, trying to sound as polite as possible. Ms. Lauren didn’t deserve Ophelia’s irritation. Her smooth, London accent poured from her in a soft manner as she attempted to act calm. 

“This is Captain John Price, he wishes to speak with you about an important matter.” Ms. Lauren also had a smooth London accent which was what the two were able to bond over so quickly as they were both in Texas at the moment. 

“Thank you for letting him in, I can take it from here.” Ophelia nodded politely to the short little lady. As she moved to her side to slip out the door, the full sight of the Captain that stood behind her was now on view for Ophelia. 

“Captain, come in. Sorry for the mess. What can I help you with?” Ophelia asked as she stood, straightening her lab coat before extending a hand for him to shake. 

He happily shook her hand before they both took a seat, her in her original seat and him in a stool just across from her own. “I hope I’m not interrupting. I’m here to speak with you about an important proposition.” 

Ophelia focused her sight on the man before her. He wore a fisherman's hat, a black button down jacket and standard denim jeans with black combat boots. His eyes were soft and kind with a smile that was outlined by connected mutton chops. 

“On behalf of the British task force 141, I’d like to extend an invitation to be our personal doctor. The pay is higher, there is a chance for travel, and you’ll receive your own suite on the base.” He spoke in a Liverpudlian accent, one she was used to hearing back home. He must have flown far to meet me. 

“What’s the occasion, and why of all doctors, me? I have no ties with the military, nor do I have any experience.” 

“I’ve read your bio, you’re insanely smart and with how quickly you’ve earned your degree has stood out to me and my team. It was a group decision.” His professionalism dropped the more he spoke. “We need someone who can keep up with a team like ours. I’m sure you’ve done your research on the medical field in the military but this is different. The conditions are better and we need someone with your skill set. Not many doctors can deal with what I’ve seen in your file.” He laughed about the last bit as if mutilation was a joking matter to him. 

Ophelia had seen her share of gore. It wasn’t something she sought out, but it seemed to be more of her cases. “It’s something I’ll have to think about.” there was a pause as she thought. “Why not ask all of this in an email or a letter?” 

“I like to do things in a more personal way. Plus I wanted to see how tall you were.” Price chuckled to himself as he eyed her up and down. 

Disbelief at his humor struck Ophelia, a shocked expression was quick to over take her features. “Didn’t mean to offend.” Price added while still laughing to himself softly. 

“J-just leave your email or mailing address and I’ll get back to you with my answer. I need a few days to think about this. I’d be uprooting everything to move.” Ophelia quickly interjected as she straightened out her already flat lab coat. 

“No need, I’m staying in the hotel down the street. Just stop by with your answer and we can get a move on then.” Price said with a smile as if he knew he had already won.

“I-” before she could retort, he cut her off. 

“Just don’t take too long to give me your answer. We’re planning a mission soon and as good as Simon is with taking the lead, I want to be there for this one too.” 

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Price didn’t linger that day, it wasn’t long till Ophelia was by herself again. Better pay was something she was always seeking as living was so expensive, however that would seem pointless if she were to be given her own living quarters. Did she really need better pay then? But he did say they needed someone of her skill and she would never back down from a challenge. 

Ophelia paced her small apartment for what felt like hours that night after work, contemplating her options. She was hung up on the idea of a new challenge as she was growing bored of her current situation. The research she was currently pursuing was something any doctor or even medical student could do, so she wouldn’t be leaving much behind. Plus, this team seemed special, redacted almost with how he explained it to her when she had inquired more about it before he left. The thrill was eating at her. 

Laying with her eyes wide open as she studied the popcorn ceiling in her older apartment, she couldn’t contain her excitement anymore. She had made her decision hours ago and thought to wait till morning but she couldn’t sleep. Ophelia slipped herself out of her plush bed and found the first pair of warm pants she could. It had been raining for the last few days in the part of Texas she was in. She slid her feet into her slip ons before heading out the door. She lived right next to the hospital so her walk was short to the hotel. She gave her umbrella a twirl as she entered the double doors of the hotel, shaking off the water droplets. 

“Can you tell me which hallway leads to room 135?” Ophelia asked as she placed down a small card with the room number written on it alongside a phone number. 

The lethargic looking clerk pointed down one of the two hallways with no words. Night shift must suck. Ophelia gave him an apologetic smile before thanking him and heading down the hall. 

She counted the doors as she approached the Captain’s room. With a small bounce to her feet, she stopped just outside door 135. I hope I don’t wake him. Two small knocks landed on the door as her small knuckles touched the cool metal. Not even a minute passed before the door swung open. 

There he stood, the man she was looking for. Though this time he only wore black sweats, slippers and an army green t-shirt. She could see just how built this older man was under his now tighter fitting shirt. 

“Should I call the plane?” He asked before she could even say ‘hello’.

“I-um. Plane?”

“How do you think I got here? England is overseas. I certainly did not swim.” He said with another one of his teasing laughs. “Come in, they don’t heat the hallways very well.” 

Ophelia hadn’t noticed how cold the hallway was compared to the warmth that radiated from the open door before her. She took a small step inside, staying close to the door as Price began repacking his bag. He hadn't seem to have removed much from his duffle as it only took a few minutes to repack it before he sat on the edge of the bed to change from his slippers to his boots. 

“Let’s get a move on back to your place so you can pack. Don’t worry about all your stuff, you’ll only need the essentials for now. We can come back for more later.” Price informed as he slung his duffle over his shoulder and gently shifted Ophelia over so he could open the door she was blocking. 

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Ophelia didn’t get to speak much as he seemed to have all the answers to every question she was going to ask before she could even open her mouth. It didn’t take long for her to pack her bags or for the plane to arrive. It was a private military plane that landed on a small air base just outside of town. 

It was a small plane but it was comfortable enough for her to fall asleep moments after take off. Price let her sleep as he too, rested his eyes for the next few hours. The ground slowly disappeared from below them as they slept in seats across from each other. It would be a long flight back to her home country and she planned to talk his ear off with every question she could think of, if he didn’t read her mind and answer it before she could open her mouth again.

Chapter 2 -> Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

[ahotcutea]

Preparing for school

Hello !

College starts in half a day ( at least for me ) and I just got the things I needed , so here's a list for the girls who leave everything last min

A device for school work, I decided to get a MacBook

4 Spiral notebooks + a graphing notebook for math

A graphing calculator (this isn't high school you can't just borrow a calculator from the library and leave it at the door on the last day of school)

Clothes

A shoe

A book bag - tote bags are for the artsy girls not the girls in stem

A job to pay off loans

A car or bus pass

A lunchbox for food cause we aren't giving our school any more pennies

A library card cause we arent buying no books

The will to live also known as romanticizing school

Ugg bailey boots for the winter and fall

Converse for days that aren’t sloshy

And a PLANNER you need this !! Do you wanna fail ? No!!!! no we don’t ! so a planner in any form ( I’m a paper type of girl ) will work - write down everything even when you eat or get in your car, have a tests , meetings!! everything write it - type it - stick it ! IDC BUT DONT BE LATE every second you’re late is a dollar burning !!!

Anyways hope this helped

XoXo~ Z

[stellar-26]

Stellar Scientific Shares How to Choose a Lab Notebook That Withstands the Demands of Modern Research

In today’s fast-paced and high-stakes research environment, accuracy, organization, and traceability are more important than ever. Whether working in academia, biotechnology, pharmaceuticals, or industrial laboratories, one constant remains essential: the lab notebook. Lab notebooks serve as the foundational record of experimental procedures, observations, and data. These are critical components for validating results, protecting intellectual property, and ensuring reproducibility.

Choosing the right lab notebook is not just about having a place to jot down notes; it is about selecting a tool that can withstand the rigors of modern research. From regulatory compliance to chemical resistance, every aspect of a lab notebook must be carefully considered. Stellar Scientific offers insights into how researchers can select lab notebooks that meet their professional needs while adhering to the standards of today’s scientific community.

The Role of Lab Notebooks in Modern Research

Lab notebooks are more than stationery. They are legal documents, evidence of intellectual property, and historical records of scientific progress. Proper documentation is essential for:

Reproducibility of experiments

Patent and intellectual property protection

Meeting regulatory standards (e.g., GLP, GMP, FDA compliance)

Supporting grant proposals and peer-reviewed publications

As scientific work becomes more collaborative, interdisciplinary, and regulated, the demand for durable, traceable, and professionally formatted lab notebooks has grown significantly.

Key Features to Look for in a Lab Notebook

Archival-Quality Paper

Lab notebooks must endure the test of time. Archival-quality paper is acid-free, lignin-free, and manufactured to resist degradation over decades. This is crucial for labs that may be audited years after an experiment or that need to refer back to foundational research for product development. Choosing the right laboratory notebooks ensures that your data is preserved accurately and reliably for long-term reference.

Look for notebooks with thick, smooth paper that prevents ink from bleeding or feathering. High-quality paper supports clarity, legibility, and permanence, which are vital for both routine use and regulatory reviews.

Chemical Resistance and Durability

In a laboratory setting, notebooks are exposed to various hazards including chemical splashes, humidity, and physical handling. Covers made from poly or hard-bound materials are ideal for withstanding these conditions. Water-resistant or coated covers help protect internal pages, especially in labs where spills are a frequent risk.

Spiral-bound or glued-edge pads are more susceptible to damage and page loss. Bound and sewn lab notebooks, on the other hand, maintain page integrity and are typically preferred for compliance purposes.

Page Numbering and Non-Removable Pages

One of the hallmarks of a reliable lab notebook is sequentially numbered pages. This feature ensures transparency and traceability, allowing anyone to verify that no data has been tampered with or removed. Non-removable, sewn-in pages prevent the unauthorized alteration or removal of records.

Some lab notebooks also include space for dates, titles, experiment numbers, or signatures. These features support organized recordkeeping and ensure entries meet Good Laboratory Practice (GLP) requirements.

Grid or Lined Layouts for Versatility

Depending on the research field, layout preferences can vary. Graph-ruled pages are ideal for technical drawings, plots, and charts, while lined pages are better suited for textual observations and notes. Some notebooks offer a combination of both to accommodate mixed data types.

Lab notebooks that provide ample margins for annotations or witness signatures also make the documentation process more efficient and compliant.

Compliance and Validation Options

Regulatory environments such as GMP (Good Manufacturing Practices) and FDA inspections demand strict adherence to documentation protocols. Choosing notebooks labeled as "GLP-compliant" or "GMP-compliant" can make audits smoother and reduce compliance risks.

Some notebooks come with features tailored to regulated industries, including:

Signature and date lines

Project tracking fields

Index pages for easier reference

Instruction sheets for best practices

Researchers working in highly regulated fields should always select notebooks that meet their industry's documentation standards.

Tamper-Evident Designs and Security Features

For intellectual property protection and patent filing, lab notebooks must demonstrate authenticity. Features like tamper-evident pages, permanent bindings, and ink-resistant pages help maintain the notebook’s integrity over time.

Additionally, many professionals prefer notebooks with spaces for witness signatures. This step further authenticates the entries and supports legal validation of discoveries or innovations. A science lab notebook with witness signature sections provides an added layer of credibility, ensuring that experiments and findings are properly documented and verifiable, which is essential in many research and development settings.

Digital Integration (When Applicable)

While physical lab notebooks remain the gold standard for many environments, some research teams integrate digital tools for added efficiency. Hybrid options, such as notebooks that include QR codes for scanning and archiving pages digitally, can be a bridge between analog and digital workflows.

However, in situations where digital logs are not yet accepted for regulatory documentation, paper lab notebooks still hold a critical role. Selecting a physical notebook that complements digital tools, without compromising on compliance, is a smart move for labs transitioning to modernized processes.

Additional Considerations

Environmental Factors

Some research environments require notebooks that can tolerate extreme conditions, such as cold storage, field research, or high-humidity settings. Water-resistant or waterproof notebooks are essential for such situations, ensuring that data is not lost due to environmental exposure.

Size and Portability

Depending on the lab's workflow, a compact notebook may be preferred for portability, or a larger format may be better for recording detailed information. Selecting the correct size enhances usability and encourages consistent note-taking.

Bulk Purchasing and Cost Efficiency

High-volume labs often benefit from purchasing lab notebooks in bulk, especially when consistency across teams is necessary. Bulk purchasing options can ensure uniformity in documentation and may offer better cost efficiency over time.

Choosing a Trusted Supplier

Sourcing research lab notebooks from a trusted supplier ensures product consistency, regulatory compliance, and timely delivery. Partnering with a supplier that understands the specific needs of laboratories across scientific disciplines adds value and reliability to every purchase.

Why It Matters

Lab notebooks serve as the living history of scientific work. Poor documentation practices can lead to data loss, failed audits, or even the invalidation of intellectual property claims. Choosing a high-quality lab notebook not only protects the work being done today but also safeguards future advancements, reproducibility, and legal standing.

About Stellar Scientific

Stellar Scientific is a reliable supplier of laboratory equipment and consumables, offering high-quality lab notebooks designed to meet the rigorous demands of modern research. With a strong focus on quality, compliance, and durability, Stellar Scientific provides solutions that help laboratories maintain accurate records, meet regulatory standards, and support long-term scientific success. The company offers a wide selection of laboratory supplies across various scientific disciplines, ensuring researchers have the tools they need to perform their best work every day.

[alwistim]

Essential stationery supplies for an office

The right stationery can transform an ordinary workspace into a hub of productivity and creativity. While digital technologies continue to advance, the importance of quality stationery remains undiminished, especially for businesses across various sectors, including those working with stationery suppliers in Sri Lanka who understand the nuanced needs of modern offices.

The significance of well-chosen stationery extends far beyond mere writing tools. These essential supplies are the silent partners of workplace efficiency, supporting communication, organisation, and professional presentation. From the moment an employee steps into the office to the final touches of a critical project, stationery plays a crucial role in daily operations.

The Foundation of Office Supplies: Writing Instruments

Writing instruments are the most fundamental tools in any office environment. The humble pen is not just a writing device but an extension of professional communication. Quality ballpoint pens, gel pens, and rollerball pens each serve different purposes. Smooth-writing pens can enhance the experience of taking notes during meetings, drafting important documents, or signing contracts.

Mechanical pencils offer precision for technical drawings, sketching, or detailed work. Their consistent line weight and ability to maintain a sharp point make them invaluable for professionals in design, architecture, and engineering fields. Erasable pens and correction tools further enhance writing flexibility, allowing professionals to make seamless corrections without compromising document aesthetics.

Organisational Essentials: Notebooks and Paper Products

Notebooks are more than just blank pages bound together. They are repositories of ideas, planning tools, and memory aids. Professional-grade notebooks with high-quality paper prevent ink bleed-through and provide a smooth writing surface. Hardcover notebooks offer durability, while spiral-bound options provide flexibility for laying flat during meetings or presentations.

Different types of notebooks serve varied purposes. Project notebooks with numbered pages and index sections help track complex workflows. Pocket-sized notebooks are perfect for capturing spontaneous ideas or quick notes during client meetings. Specialised notebooks with graph paper, dotted layouts, or lined pages cater to specific professional needs, from architectural sketches to precise financial calculations.

Organisational Tools: Planners and Time Management Supplies

In an era of complex project management, planners and time-tracking supplies are indispensable. Desk planners, wall calendars, and daily/weekly/monthly organisers help professionals visualise timelines, track deadlines, and manage multiple projects simultaneously. Color-coded planners can help differentiate between personal and professional commitments, enhancing overall productivity.

Digital-compatible planners that integrate with electronic calendars provide seamless synchronisation between physical and digital planning methods. Some modern planners include goal-setting sections, reflection spaces, and habit-tracking features, transforming them from mere scheduling tools to comprehensive personal development resources.

Filing and Documentation Supplies

Efficient document management is critical in maintaining a professional office environment. High-quality file folders, document wallets, and classification systems ensure that important papers are organised, protected, and easily retrievable. Businesses dealing with office and stationery suppliers in Sri Lanka often emphasise the importance of durable, acid-free paper products that preserve document integrity.

Clip folders, lever arch files, and expandable file systems offer versatile solutions for different documentation needs. Color-coded filing systems can help quickly categorise documents by project, department, or priority level. Additional accessories like document clips, paper clips, and staples further enhance document organisation and presentation.

Presentation and Communication Supplies

Whiteboards, marker sets, and presentation supplies are crucial for collaborative workspaces. High-quality dry-erase markers with vibrant colours facilitate effective communication during brainstorming sessions, team meetings, and client presentations. Magnetic accessories and erasers complement these tools, creating dynamic visual communication spaces.

Sticky notes in various sizes and colours have evolved from simple reminder tools to crucial communication aids. They enable quick idea capture, mark important document sections, and facilitate collaborative brainstorming. Specialised sticky notes with different adhesive strengths cater to various surfaces and usage requirements.

Technology Accessories and Complementary Supplies

Modern offices require stationery that complements technological tools. Keyboard cleaning kits, screen wipes, cable organisers, and device stands are now considered essential stationery items. These accessories help maintain technology infrastructure, ensuring clean, functional, and organised workspaces.

Ergonomic accessories like wrist rests, mouse pads with document holders, and desk organisers that integrate charging stations demonstrate how stationery has adapted to technological needs. Some suppliers, including those dealing with garment accessories in Sri Lanka, have expanded their product ranges to include tech-friendly stationery solutions.

Sustainability and Environmental Considerations

Modern workplaces are placing a growing emphasis on integrating sustainability into their daily operations, including the choice of stationery supplies. Environmentally conscious offices are opting for products that minimise environmental impact, such as recycled paper, refillable pens, and biodegradable office essentials. These items not only reduce waste but also promote responsible consumption.

Innovations in sustainable manufacturing have led to the development of high-quality office supplies made from eco-friendly materials such as bamboo, recycled plastics, and even agricultural waste. For instance, bamboo-based products offer a renewable alternative to traditional materials due to bamboo's rapid growth rate and minimal environmental footprint. Similarly, recycled plastics are being repurposed into durable and functional stationery items like rulers, staplers, and pen holders.

Adopting these sustainable options reflects an organisation's commitment to environmental stewardship and aligns with broader efforts to reduce carbon footprints. Additionally, many eco-friendly stationery brands now provide certifications, such as FSC (Forest Stewardship Council) or Cradle to Cradle, ensuring that their products meet stringent environmental and ethical standards. By choosing such products, offices can foster a culture of sustainability while maintaining the quality and performance required for efficient operations.

Investing in Quality Stationery

Choosing the right stationery is an investment in workplace efficiency, professionalism, and employee satisfaction. While individual items might seem insignificant, their collective impact on productivity and workplace culture is substantial. By carefully selecting high-quality, appropriate stationery supplies, businesses can create environments that inspire creativity, enhance organisation, and support professional growth.

The world of office stationery continues to evolve, blending traditional tools with modern technological requirements. As workplaces become more dynamic and diverse, the role of stationery adapts, offering solutions that are both functional and inspiring.

[realtalk-tj]

hi! im a rising frehsman and i just wanted to ask what school supplies are worth buying! also, is it mandatory to own a TI-84 calc??

Response from Padma:

Definitely get binders (1 for red and 1 for blue day should be fine) and notebooks (the spiral ones so you can rip out paper if you need it). I started out high school with randomly stuffing paper into my bags and losing my homework on a weekly basis, so keep organized and don't be like me! Of course, have pencils, a highlighter, and pens - try to have at least one black/blue pen in your pencil pouch. That's pretty much it, and if your teachers have specific needs for school supplies they'll put it in the syllabus.

You should buy a TI-84 calculator - your teacher might have extras for the first few days of class, but everyone I know owns their own, and if they don't, they have a more advanced calculator like the Nspire. Personally, I recommend the TI-84 Plus CE because a) that's what most people have and b) it's only like a $3 difference to get color on your graphs.

Good luck at TJ, anon! :)

[abyssiniamedia]

Day 18 of SWORD and SOUL 2023!

Digitally Challenged, OFF the GRID, or just like to WRITE / DRAW Ole Skool!

AYELE NUBIAN WARRIOR™ Spiral Notebook

120 pages Cover 350gsm, paper stock 90gsm Front cover print from an independent designer Available in a selection of ruled or graph pages Handy document pocket inside the back cover

Check it out: https://www.redbubble.com/i/notebook/AYELE-NUBIAN-WARRIOR-by-cjjuzang/66640524.WX3NH?asc=u

AYELE NUBIAN WARRIOR™ Hardcover Journal

128 pages 90gsm paper stock Wrap around hardback cover Fully printed design on the front and back Available in a selection of ruled, graph, or blank pages

Check it out: https://www.redbubble.com/i/notebook/AYELE-NUBIAN-WARRIOR-by-cjjuzang/66640524.RXH2R?asc=u

[knotjustcrochethere]

[rumiandroses]

She Bloomed Again – Islamic Inspirational Spiral Journal

Designed with love by RumiandRoses

Let your thoughts, du’as, and reflections bloom on every page of this elegant journal. Featuring the serene illustration of a hijabi woman surrounded by wildflowers and the heartfelt quote:

“She turned her tears into du’as and her regrets into sujood.

And in that quiet repentance, she bloomed again.”

This spiral-bound notebook is perfect for journaling, Ramadan reflections, gratitude lists, Qur’an notes, or creative writing sessions.

Product Features:

120 pages of lined or graph paper (your choice)

Cover: Thick 350gsm stock with a soft-touch finish

Pages: 90gsm high-quality paper

Interior: Handy document pocket inside the back cover

Binding: Durable spiral binding for easy flipping and flat-lay writing

Design: Front cover artwork from an independent Muslim artist

Note: Each journal is made to order by a local third-party fulfiller—minor variations may occur, making every piece uniquely yours.

Price: $15.22

[beebfreeb]

OKAY i will actually be opening up commissions again soon (still only cash app due to the situations) how do people price their things this makes me feel evil .

[boycritter]

got my school supplies for next year this is so much easier than when i was in elementary school