#Journal Finder

[dr-afsaeed]

Navigating the Elsevier Maze: Your Guide to Getting Published and Finding the Perfect Journal

Navigating the Elsevier Maze: Your Guide to Getting Published and Finding the Perfect Journal So, you’ve got a fantastic research paper burning a hole in your hard drive, and you’re eyeing Elsevier as a potential home. That’s great! Elsevier is a major player in scientific publishing, with a vast portfolio of journals. But navigating their system can feel a bit daunting. Fear not, aspiring…

[xaviergalatis]

Corrections dep

Mon-Thu: 5:00am 10:00pm

Fri: 5:00am - 9:00pm

Sat: 7:00am 8:00pm

Sun: 8:00am - 5:00pm

[erainbowd]

Signature Strengths Seem Neat But Confusing

My top five strengths seem correct but what am I supposed to do with them? And how would this help someone burning out? #VIAStrengthsFinder

Because I get my Feldenkrais liability insurance through a massage therapy umbrella, they send me Massage Therapy Journal, which I read, even though I am not a massage therapist. I figure I might learn something. What the heck? In the issue I just finished, they talked a lot about how to avoid burnout and take care of one’s self at work. Much of the content involved identifying one’s top…

[peter-pumpkin-eater]

All is fair in love and war, baby

Caleb x gn!reader

summary: Caleb finds your diary and you're panicked. Forced cuddles to make everything better :) this is set BE ((before explosion))

warnings: none, fluff

word count: 735

You can feel the pull of his evol drag you backwards, your socks slipping unable to stop your sliding. Your torso bends trying to catch the edge of the table.

“CALEB!” you shriek and he darts past you, taking a sharp turn to clamber up the stairs. His laugh filling the space behind him. “You DIRTY CHEATER!” you yell as you feel his evol fade from your body and finally getting your footing back. You push into a run again, slipping up the steps behind him, silently cursing your choice of comfy lounge wear today. 

“All is fair in love and war, baby.” He giggles already at the top of the stairs taking a sharp turn to the right. To your room. To your room that you just accidentally let slip where you hid your diary. The same diary Caleb has been trying to find for months. The very same fucking diary where you thought it was a good idea to write down every time Caleb had annoyed you or wronged you. It was so incredibly petty and embarrassing. You pushed yourself jumping 2 steps at a time. 

Throwing yourself against your doorframe, chest heaving, you see Caleb stand proudly in the middle of your room. Journal in hand.

“Drop it! Drop! Bad dog!” you point at him, waving your finger around. Puffing up your chest and squaring your shoulders, you try and make yourself look bigger and more intimidating. 

Cute. Thought Caleb. A big nasty smirk spreading across his face. His eyes narrowed on you, watching your chest rise and fall, your face all flushed and angry. “Now let’s see…” he trails off, flipping the book open.”

“Ay! No!” you squeal, jumping at him. It takes Caleb by surprise, instinct kicking in to catch you. You grab at the book now digging into your thigh. Caleb quickly shifts your weight to one arm and stretches out the book away from you. He couldn't help but laugh. 

“Finders keep-” his sentence was cut short by your hands grabbing at his face and squishing his cheeks hard. He kept a steady hold on your upper thigh, his fingers digging into the fat there. You hooked a finger into the corner of his mouth, pulling it sideways. 

“Caleb, you have one chance. Drop. The. Book” With every word you pulled and squished his face, now getting your hands into his hair and yanking his head backwards. 

A grunt gets knocked out of him and this time he stumbles backwards, the back of his knees hitting the edge of your bed. You both go down with a heavy thud. A yelp leaves you when met with his hard chest. Both of you momentarily dazed. 

Caleb’s chest shook under you from laughing and you leaped at the book now thrown on the floor. Strong arms quickly wrap around your middle and throw you back onto the bed. Flailing your arms and legs around you try and squirm from him, but Caleb just drops his full weight down onto you.

“Oghf” you feel the air get squeezed from your lungs. Caleb continues to laugh, now muffled in the crook where your shoulder meets your neck. It sends a jolt through your body. “Off.” you shove at his shoulders. He doesn't even move a hair's width. “Get. Off!” you try again. Your arms getting tired from the dead weight now spread over you. 

A minute passes of you laying there catching your breath and steading your heart rate. Caleb turns his head towards your neck. The drag of his dry lips faint on your skin. 

“You fat fuck.” you murmur. He snorts.

Finally he props himself on his elbows. Just lifting his head and shoulders off you to see your face. You wish he didn’t. That stupid smirk is there, the one he wears when he thinks he’s won. You lift your hand to push into his face but he grabs your wrist and holds it there, letting his thumb rest on your pulse point. It jumps. You still had the pretty angry pout on your face he loved so much.

Honestly he didn’t care about the book. After this he’ll let you hide it again. And begin the cycle all over. Just to see you get mad at him when he ‘tries’ to find it. But right now, he’s going to enjoy you red faced and squirming under his body.

[botanicalsword]

Love Aligned ⌘ Are You Two Meant to Be? ⌘ Astro Observations

In Vedic astro observations, these indications can also be applied to friendships or other non-romantic relationships in general.

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 Their Nakshatra : 'Rohini 畢' (Blue highlights)

You are their 'Naidhana | Obstacles' ; They are your 'Kshema | Protecting'

Your relationship with them : Kshema - Naidhana (安壞) | Well & Calamity

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♡ Janma - Janma (命之星) | Similarity

similar to a sibling relationship

a bond that transcends lifetimes and is deeply rooted in shared experiences and familial connection

a special connection that extends beyond this lifetime

♡ Sampat - Parama-mitra (榮親) | Wealth & Companion

similar to a couple falling in love

experiencing the excitement and joy of a romantic relationship

the initial stages of a romantic connection where two of them are drawn to each other and develop strong feelings of love and affection

♡ Vipat - Mitra (衰友) | Obstacles & Friendship

navigating the challenges of a relationship that has ended

can depict a scenario where one person is pursuing another who is not interested or is leading them on

highlighting the complexities of unrequited love or mismatched feelings

♡ Kshema - Naidhana (安壞) | Well & Calamity

an unbalanced relationship - drawing parallels to a parent-child dynamic

it reflects the selfless sacrifices a parent makes for their child's well-being in a healthy sense

it also mirrors a parasitic relationship where one exploits the other for personal gain in an unhealthy sense

♡ Pratyak - Sadhana (危成) | Danger & Achievement

a mentoring relationship, akin to a parent guiding and correcting a misbehaving child or a teacher helping a struggling student understand a difficult concept

emphasizes the role of a mentor in providing guidance, support, and correction to facilitate growth and learning in the mentee

♡ Anujanma - Trijanma (業胎) | Karma

soulmate experience

2 of them tend to be too much alike and stubborn - makes them less attracted to each other over time

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[justweird-kyren]

My headcanons for what Cari and Veahs own Field Notes look like:

Did I already talk abt this in the discord months ago? Yes, I'm talking abt it again cuz I luv them.

Cari's notebook is red with golden accents, with a page finder and strap that holds the book closed- it has stars surrounding the edge of the cover

Kinda like these:

Instead of Field Notes: Cari's name is "Comets Notes!" And has the axolotl constellation in all of Ghaae's colours.

Cari writes small, and often draws stars and feathers in the corner of their pages.

They don't really use their notebook as a journal or diary, more like how Rae carries around Field Notes and writes whatever he thinks is important.

(They mostly rewrite stories that the auras, winds and allays tell them, as well as writing down everyone's favorite flowers, foods, ect ect)

Veah's notebook is the purple from the first picture with a page finder but no strap- instead a little "lock" that keeps the book closed (it's not actually locked)

She has flowers that surround the cover of the book, the pretty constellations and moon, and the words "Veah's Thoughts!"

Veah has the Lupus and Cassiopeia constellations on her front cover.

Veah tends to write more in Ender and Common, she writes big and draws flowers and stars in the corner of her pages

She uses her notebook as more of a journal than anything else, writing down her thoughts and feelings, dreams she's had, and even drawing what Birdie looks like.

I'm having such normal thoughts and feelings abt the Morningcrest and Nightingstar kids :3

[just-animaxiz]

Some Strange Hill High Headcanons in my version cuz I got bored

Mitchell's ADHD made him an outsider at his old school, and since there weren't any academic support or anyone who could make education beneficial for his disability, he was left as a lazy prankster.

Becky's hair is dyed because she got made fun of back then. Her mom helped her dye it pink because it's one of her favorite colors, and she wore a beanie to hide the roots.

Templeton doesn't reveal or show his last name in any papers. It is simply Templeton. Some say it's because he is not a human boy but a weregeek, or an ancient worshipper who woke up from his tomb, or an alien - Oh wait.

Croydonia accidentally tried to use makeup on herself but accidentally got eyeliner all over her right eye. She thinks it looks "Chic" so it's her trademark.

Stephanie, despite being relieved she's not a "EWWW - Weirdo", is jealous of Becky. How come Becky get to star in a play, made a giant Gym Teacher plant, was the first to control Abercrombie, and get lucky for wearing a hideous bunny outfit??

Matthews learn a lot of his strength from his mom. She always tell him that to keep a happy smile, he needs to keep happy muscles!

Due to his big arms, Tyson has to be gentle with a lot of stuff back home. He constantly gets frustrated whenever he accidentally breaks stuff, like forks, plates, toilet seats.

Luke likes to forge signatures to get out of class, mainly whenever he gets bored or wants to escape from anywhere. The only times it wouldn't work is either Gym or Pop quizzes... Or both.

Bishop is actually a cool dude and wishes he could be like Mitchell, Becky, or Templeton. He once helped them with a couple of their adventures, and would write them down on his diary journal.

When she got into Strange Hill High, Samia recognized how the school didn't have any specific classes for people with disabilities like her. She also noticed how pretty much every student is being put down for their intellect and being pressured for high expectations, so she agreed to help whenever they need her... For a fee.

Miki and Mikiko has a specific theme in their favorite things. Miki likes red things with white polka dots and Mikiko likes white things with red polka dots. They get fussy whenever someone gifts them the others' favorite thing.

Gazza makes small doodles of his classmates and plans to make a big mural as a goodbye gift when they graduate... However, he wants to keep on practicing so that it'll be the best thing they'll see.

Abercrombie has a whole collection of toys and when he comes back home, he pretends that his teddy bear is the headmaster of the toy school and everyone loves them.

Murdoch is the tallest (8'1) out of everyone because he had a condition that made him very tall, but then he lost his legs during a battle and ended up with prosthetics. Later on, he accidentally took his friend's prosthetics instead of his and tried to get it back but his friend got eaten by a whale. So finder's keepers.

Miss Grackle doesn't like modern music nor anything except for classical ones. They're less chaotic or unnatural or... Tanner-like.

N.I.M.R.O.D have specific drives and disks for tests, classes, or any daily basis. It constantly malfunctions his memory storage if he has too much to handle. Though, he has one disk labeled "Students of Strange Hill High"... But he never showed it to anyone.

Ms. Grimshaw constantly berates anyone else outside of class. She calls out kids who run too fast, who are being too loud, or who are being an annoyance in general.

Mr. Balding likes boring things because exciting stuff gives him a bit of PTSD. He has lived long enough to see war, death, genocide, grief, and changes that are both good and bad to people. He chooses to be a teacher because it feels like something he can settle down with.

Mr. Garden and Mr. Creeper became close acquaintances with a good/bad cop energy. Though they do have opposite traits and methods of teaching, the two sometimes hang out together during breaks. They bond over tennis and would be an unbeatable duo in the court.

Mr. Kandisky doesn't like the way the school "feels". He wants students to express who they are and cares about their creative personalities. He doesn't appreciate when people just take bland things like the school walls or the poor lessons or... Whatever that mess is! He wants them to love as much as he loves Russia.

[dnickels]

John Irving Poem Playlist

I love the hype around Davechella and wanted to do something a little different- a mixtape of poems, with commentary (desperate self-justification) and bonus poems below the cut

I.

The Lamb, William Blake

The Pilgrim, Sophie Jewett

Self-Dependence, Matthew Arnold

The Light of Stars, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Wanderer, Unknown, trans. Roy M. Liuzza

Up-Hill, Christina Rosetti

Sir Galahad, Alfred Tennyson

II.

They Could Not Tell Me Who Should Be My Lord, Edwin Muir

God gave a Loaf to every Bird, Emily Dickinson

Ancient Text, Louise Glück

I Find no Peace, Thomas Wyatt

A Secret Told, Emily Dickinson

Mary Magdalen, James Elroy Flecker

Because I Liked You Better, AE Housman

III.

A Better Resurrection, Christina Rossetti

The Temptation of Saint Anthony, Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Leonard Cottrell OR trans. Len Krisak

Batter my heart, three-personed God, John Donne

At Least to Pray, Is Left, Is Left, Emily Dickinson

'Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend", Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, (LXXXIV- LXXXVI) trans. Edward FitzGerald

I Shall Know why- when Time is over, Emily Dickinson

IV.

Sudden Hymn in Winter, Joseph Fasano

Fable and Decade, Louise Glück

Love (III), George Herbert

Of Molluscs, Mary Sarton

Dark Night of Soul, Juan de la Cruz, trans. E Allison Peers

He Touched Me, So I Live to Know, Emily Dickinson

The Finder Found, Edwin Muir

V.

The Plate, Anthony Hecht

Prospice, Robert Browning

Pietà, Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Jessie Lemont

DEATH THE COPPERPLATE PRINTER, Anthony Hecht

The Gold Lily, Louise Glück

Futility, Wilfred Owen

Flock, Billy Collins

"What, no Wild Geese?" spiritually Wild Geese is here, tucked in section IV, which might a well be subtitled "The soft animal gets a treat", same with Song of Songs and so many psalms I couldn't pick one. I wanted to try to play with poems that were either new to me or a little further off the beaten track (although there are still some obvious picks but come on was I not going to get some Donne in there?). Frankly, this entire list could have been Emily Dickinson start to finish, it's not yet accepted historical fact that she was an inexplicable psychic witness to the sufferings of the Franklin Expedition but I am submitting my findings to journals as we speak

(sorry Jirv for all the Catholics and extremely suspect Anglicans!!)

I. SEEKING

Whenever I invoke "The Lamb" please know I am reading it with the same menace and sense of foreboding as Patti Smith. Given the vibe I'm trying to cultivate you'd think there would be more Blake, but I think Jirv has such a profoundly different experience with Church Authority and his own conversion experience that he and Blake hardly seem like they share the same faith. Even in a scenario where he managed to unclench, I can't see him espousing a sentiment like The Garden of Love. Maybe if he survived to reflect on his encounter with Koveyook he might groove more with "[Christ] is the only God ... and so am I and so are you."

The only section that has at least a few poets I think Jirv would actually read, namely Matthew Arnold-- the only poem on here that I think isn't very good, I'm sorry to Mr. Arnold but there we are, they were right to light your ass up in Punch. He's here however because I think his work captures a very clear and immediately accessible sense of the early Victorian man striving to be himself, in the sense that he can flower fully into the model of upstanding sober bourgeois middle-class manhood which isn't always attainable for later birth-order sons in a navy overcrowded with officers. The real life Irving's letters touched me very much in that he is both looking for a deeper connection with God, a better version for himself, and in the material world, a way to make enough money to establish himself as capital-R Respectable in a way that swashbuckling at sea or derring-do in the colonies doesn't really allow him. I actually don't know if the years line up for him to have read Longfellow but this stanza:

O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know erelong, Know how sublime a thing it is  To suffer and be strong.

Is such a classic mid 19th century "making yourself miserable for ideological reasons" motto. Shades of "Invictus" (which for some reason I don't know if Jirv would vibe with, maybe more of a Crozier poem).

I think you could also call the first section "Voyages", I was struck by how often the real Irving was compelled to relocated to try and make a place for himself in the world in the literal, material sense, and the few letters we have are largely his thoughts on his spiritual seeking-- I was very surprised not to find a settled and secured ticket-to-Heaven holder but someone who still considers himself a student, is still wrestling and grasping and looking for something.

Prithee, Pilgrim, go not hence; Clear thy brow, and white thy hand, What shouldst thou with penitence? Wherefore seek to Holy Land? Stern the whisper on his lip: Sin and shame are in my scrip.

It feels a little much to say 'Jirv is the Galahad of their doomed Grail quest' but frankly, given that no one succeeds, I kind of like the idea of a failed Galahad. It's slightly ahistorical to invoke but once we get into the 1860s and the mid-Victorian chivalric revival Galahad becomes a potent symbol for a kind of chaste imperial knighthood in service to God/Queen/Country. At least one young office who died in WWI was named Galahad, not just a PG Wodehouse joke christening.

II. CRISIS

Obviously there are ten thousand things that could torment the evangelical protestant mind and bedevil one's self-worth and it doesn't have to be "hopelessly in love with your best friend" but I wasn't going to miss a chance for some Housman, was i? Wyatt gives us the money couplet:

I desire to perish, and yet I ask health. I love another, and thus I hate myself.

I had included Flecker's We That Were Friends but felt it was just slightly too self-aware, ditto Rosetti's Winter: My Secret.

III. STRIFE

I think these are all pretty self-explanatory. I could have added ten more Emily Dickinson poems because she is the only one on this earth who gets it (me, the deal, the whole of existence). Hopkins I think is more concerned with the sins of the world than the real life Irving (who, based on the very limited material shared, must be the most laid-back and chill evangelical in human history? Or maybe I spent too long among the Baptists) but I can see Jirv wondering, in the God-proof bunker of his diary, why the wicked are flourishing while he is losing his everloving mind and threatening to lock up ABs for being afraid of ghosts.

Here is the excerpted Khayyam so you don't have to go looking (although you should because its wall to wall bangers) (context: the narrator is standing in a potter's shed, and listening to the vessels talk amongst themselves)

LXXXIV. Said one among them— "Surely not in vain My substance of the common Earth was ta'en And to this Figure molded, to be broke, Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again." LXXXV. Then said a Second—"Ne'er a peevish Boy Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy; And He that with his hand the Vessel made Will surely not in after Wrath destroy." LXXXVI. After a momentary silence spake Some Vessel of a more ungainly Make; "They sneer at me for leaning all awry: What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?"

"Did you make me just to smash me, God?"

Runners-up for this section included Rossetti's The Three Enemies, which only didn't make the cut because I think its slightly uneven compared to the rest of this work and this list has become pretty Rossetti-heavy. Ditto De Profundis.

IV. ACCEPTANCE

Also pretty self-explanatory. Mystical union with Christ or a very special sergeant of the marines, or both! Is it canon? No! But I like to think that even just one time...

If you read any poem on this list please read 'Love (III)' and 'The Finder Found', the latter of which is my 'Wild Geese'. It seems self-serving to say I cried when I read it but I did. Meanwhile Herbert is goated and his entire work could be listed here but hearing Love (III) read aloud made me understand what poems could do.

I cheated putting two Glück poems for one but given that they were published together in that magazine I think its ok. Here's even more cheating: The Undertaking would be in there if I could squeeze it on the same line. "The darkness lifts, imagine, in your lifetime" PLEASE

Runners-up here were Larkin's First Sight, which just doesn't quite fit but I love for the sense of spring coming to someone who doesn't know there's anything other than winter deprivation, and A Shropshire Lad XI (On your midnight pallet lying) which I LOVE but again doesn't quite jive with the theme, but I do imagine it as a bridge poem between this section and the last...

V. DOOM

A little bit of Browning, who might squeak in under the line of plausibility (though perhaps not this poem) as Jirv sets out on the death march with waning faith that is not, in fact, a death march but then his journey ends in Stabtown, population: YOU. "The Plate" in this case would be that faith and knowledge of being loved that remains even after hardship and the final lost battle, maybe even literally in the meat from his stomach. But misery and death put all the men on the rack and instead of salvation they are essentially tortured to death, often long enough to crush/squeeze out any semblance of humanity and leaving the animal capacity for violence.

"Futility" could encompass the whole sorry venture but in specific the shot of Jirv's body after all the effort to make contact with someone would could help. Was it for this? "Exposure" also a strong contender for "the long slow process of freezing to death for unclear reasons".

"Flock" of course-- God needs martyrs.

[pursuitseternal]

“Finders Keepers:” Astarion x Tav ficlet gift

A sweet personal ask by @anamainiac for their Tav, Ana, for prompts 3 (“I want to please you”) and 20 (“use my thigh”) from my Smut Ask prompt list 💖

CW: outercourse, soft kisses, gentle touches, one tender asshole of a vampire

“Astarion, have you seen my…” Ana walked into his tent, her eyes tired from searching for her most prized possession. Her pencil in one hand, her other twirled the hem of her tunic, the thread pulling apart ever so slightly from how often she futzed with it when she was nervous.

Her sketchbook. That little leather bound journal she kept inside her pocket all the time. Well, all the time except for the moment tonight she set it down, absentmindedly. Now it was misplaced, lost somewhere around camp during their evening. Hopefully Astarion would help her find it; something about being without it made her feel… naked.

Her arm lifted the flap of the tent, her gorgeous Rogue reclined on his bedroll. His long, powerful legs extended in front of him, his nose pressed in a book, not unusual.

“Astarion, have you seen…”

That’s when she recognized that small, leather bound treasure of her hiding his face. “Hey…” she whined.

“Hello, my sweet,” he bid as usual, but now his voice rang with mischief, that sly smirk on his face as he lowered the journal. “Need something?”

“You dang well know what I need,” Ana pursed her lips together, annoyed and just a tinged frustrated. “I’ve been looking for my notes for an hour…”

“And here I have them, waiting and wondering just when you’d come to the right person,” Astarion chuckled, holding the book out. Daring her to grab it.

Reaching, for it, she grabbed only air, his dexterous hands snatching it clear away just in time. “Tut tut, my dear,” he purred, “if it’s so very special to you, perhaps you shouldn’t set it down haphazardly before grabbing for your bowl of Gale’s questionable cooking.”

Ana’s face turned in a petulant pout. “One, you don’t even eat, so you get no say in judging Gale’s skills. Two, give that back!” She lunged for her book, only to be pulled down into his bedroll. Astarion giggled, keeping the leather journal always just at the tips of her fingers. “Please,” she cried, laughing as his fingers dug at her ribs, “it’s all my notes and observations and measurements…”

She fought back with all her might laughing all the while. Their bodies rolled, a tangled tousle of limbs and giggles. And Astarion remained one move ahead of her, as always. His strong arms kept her at bay, his legs wrapping around to pin her down. That journal rested near her head, his hands cuffing gently around her wrists as he panted. “You put up quite the fight, my sweet,” he smirked, all winded with his fang-toothed grin. “You must really need that notebook more than you need your lover…”

He let his words hang in the air.

“Your little ‘please’ was too cute,” he purred, tracing his fingers to ghost over her flushing cheek. “But that’s not what would please me,” he gave that insufferable laugh, the one that Ana had grown to know and long for. The one that promised soft touches and sweet, stolen kisses. “Ask me,” he rasped, cunning and seductive. “Ask me for just what would please me enough to get your cute little journal back…”

Ana rolled her eyes and huffed, even as her heart raced with the thrill of his games. “What then would please you?” she taunted. But the glint in his eyes as he leveled that suggestive gaze at her froze her blood in her veins and made her heart skip a beat. “Tell me what would please you,” she added, voice soft and gentle, almost timid.

“Why?” Astarion hummed the question, knowing full well the answer, and he lowered his body even more to slot himself between her thighs.

“I would… like to please you,” she whispered, sensing that shift from playful banter to that warm, tender bond that was beginning to flourish between them.

“Ana,” he breathed, his cool fingers sneaking beneath the open collar of her tunic, “you do please me… I meant it teasingly, if you don’t want…”

“I do want,” she replied, wrapping her arms around the sinews of his neck, “so long as I get my journal back.” Her adjoining giggle couldn’t help but make Astarion grin; her childish mirth was palpable sometimes, making even his undead heart leap.

“Well then, darling, do as I say,” he rasped, lowering his mouth to plant little kisses on her face and down her neck that tickled her skin. Hips shifting slightly, his leg unmistakably wedged itself against her mound. “Ride me,” he purred, “use my thigh, and ride me until you see stars behind your eyes.” His hands wandered tenderly to her hips, tilting them and spreading her thighs until he could feel the heat from her core. “Use me to make yourself feel good, my sweet. You’ve earned it.”

Ana held her breath, testing her body as she rolled her hips against the hard crest of his thigh. Her soft buckskin trousers rubbed deliciously against her skin. He was so solid, so etched like the most perfect creation in all the realms. His breath fanned hot on her cheek, his lips peppering little caresses down her neck, blunted teeth nipping her sensitive skin there just to make her gasp.

Turning her head, Ana buried her face against his cheek, inhaling the scent of his skin, bergamot and rosemary mulled together into perfection. It made her mouth water and her hips grind harder on the spans of his thigh.

She lost herself in the rhythm of her body on his, the torturous, needy grind on that fabric on her clit. Wanting more, craving more, it was blinding and wonder as she hurdled headlong towards release with every wriggle of her hips.

“My sweet, you’re doing so well,” he praised. “You’re so close, my darling,” he grew more breathless just watching her chasing her bliss. His gaze drank in the way her skin glistened with sweat, the way her breathing huffed faster and faster.

Her voice groaned, little breathy moans of pleasure marked each roll of her hips, each grind of her clit on his thigh… until she muffled her strangled cry of climax against his neck. Wet pooled as she came, but she didn’t care, not when she could rest on his bed roll and look into that sly, conceited grinning face.

One hand on her journal beside her head she laughed. “I’ll take that…” she panted, “thank you.”

[dr-afsaeed]

Unlock the Power of Hybrid: Get Published Without Paying a Penny

Unlock the Power of Hybrid: Get Published Without Paying a Penny! So, you’ve poured your heart and soul into groundbreaking research, crunched the numbers, and written a manuscript that deserves to be seen. Now comes the daunting part – figuring out where to publish. Open Access (OA) is the buzz, but those pesky Article Processing Charges (APCs) can feel like a major roadblock. But hold on!…

[familiarintentions]

🦋Wayfinder Butterfly Charm Jars🦋

If you’re finding yourself at a crossroads, in need of a life-overhaul & are seeking answers on how to move into your future, these charms were made with the intention of guiding you forward while keeping a close connection to spirit.

These were created with a blend of herbs & crystals that all emit the energy of transformation & empowerment. Two notable ingredients in these include:

🦋 Butterfly Wings - Butterflies are powerful symbols of metamorphosis & growth

☄️ Moldavite Crystal - This is a rare stone that was formed approximately 15 million years ago when a meteorite impacted the earth. It’s essentially a space glass, that is widely renowned for creating rapid change in the users life, which can sometimes be uncomfortable but is necessary in the long run.

These in combination with the other herbs & crystals give it a punchy energy. Not only is it a way-finder, but it’s also a deep path clearer. It not only helps to incite change, but helps you to navigate it with grace so you can see what may be holding you back.

This is something that you can use sparingly when you’re in need of some insight (eg. meditation & journaling) or keep it with you on the daily if you’re needing, or are in the midst of a big shift.

*Side note - I know that some people may be seeing this thinking “how are you using butterfly wings if you’re a vegan?”. These butterflies were not farmed, they were found & passed on naturally in the wild after living full, free lives. I believe veganism can be nuanced - just like how secondhand animal products (ie. clothing) can be a more sustainable choice. I do understand that things like taxidermy (even if the animal passed on naturally & in the wild like these guys) isn’t for everyone, but in this case I see that as more of a personal rather than an ethical decision. Just thought I’d mention that🕊️

Each charm comes with an info card detailing how to use it.

These are now up on Etsy 🦋 feel free to dm me if you have any questions.

[xaviergalatis]

[darlingeto]

gojo satoru and his half ironic half bashful romantic gestures.

he’s gone quiet while you’re yapping about some dumbass thing someone did to you, his eyes hazy with gentle adoration as he resting his squished cheek onto his hand, lips pursed in a certain pout as their default resting form.

you notice how the himbo in love look he’s sporting probably means he wasn’t listening so you ask with a cocked brow.

“..earth to the chosen one..hello?”

and in the most damsel in love tone he says with a small chuckle.

“sometimes i think you’re edible, you’re so pretty, like cotton candy..”

after the initial baffle washes out you poke him on the forehead and he giggles while taking your hand into his large 2+1 apartment of a hand and softly kisses at your palm numerous times.

sleepy satoru is basically a domesticated fox.

his responses have a short range of biting for no, making a certain “mhm!” while nodding eagerly for, well all other stances and flat out ignoring you and nuzzling his face somewhere on your body, preferably chest.

if he’s laying his head on you and you try to move to go to the toilet, the man traps your thigh with his own fully wrapping his long limbs around your leg. you tap his shoulder a few times matching it with a short groan of his name “sa-to-ru..i need to go badly..” he grumbles in his own, set of sounds, before biting at your cheek softly and kissing your face all over after. then as if he hadn’t even registered your words he nuzzles his face at your neck and within minutes he’s fallen asleep.

whenever you two are sleeping and you even remotely move or shift, his arm you’ve rested your head upon will enclose around your back and rather tightly press you onto his chest and its always followed by some barely understandable “what..baby it’s okay..what is it..” and you definitely know he’s asleep by the way he’s drooling at the corner of his mouth. and he talks in his sleep if he’s had too much sugar during the day, you hear it all, from “finder’s keeper” to some extremely soft whisper of “baby i got you, you’re okay..” usually this will bring a deep upturned furrow to his eyebrows and his hands squeezing the parts of your flesh closest to grab.

btw more..ahem..content below.

he goes to town at any given moment, tired? might as well have you sit on his face while you basically fuck yourself on his tongue. if he’s trying to make a point, usually after you go overboard with insults you yell to his face and his smug demeanor breaks, since he doesn’t exactly engage you in vocal arguments, he will put you in a vulnerable position such as a deep arch to your back with your bum up and your face onto the pillows. will slap the hell out of your most sensitive parts and his entire goal is to get you to squirt but will warn you not to make a sound if you’d like to have enough voice to speak tomorrow. however that’s rare because eating you out is “the reason he was brought in the world.” in his words while he’s drunk off of your taste, so if satoru is anything he is going to war for that pussy. but one thing is certain, if the man will have you on his tongue he must and i mean gojo satoru (30) whines if you don’t let him hold both of your hands, and must have your fingers tightly intertwined as he holds you in the place at the edge of the bed he pulled you to, the only time he allows for your interlocked hands to detach is if he uses a hand to fist his dick as he more often than not will finish when he eats you out.

he most definitely loves something flamboyant but effortlessly so, like pressing his chest to your back and speaking lowly in a huffy tone about how you’re ruining the sheets followed by a whiny “what a bad little girl..” while his lower body pistons his dick into you at a scary pace.

i will most likely add more to this post like its a goddamn journal. but the brainrot will never end until the war does, give me my spouse back gege akutami he was your golden character.

[strawberryshortcake1495]

Bipper: *stabbing himself with forks* Wow, I’m surprised your body hasn’t fallen apart yet, Pinetree! 

Ghost Dipper: You won’t get away with this, Bill! I’ll find a way back to my body, and you’re gonna regret this!

Bipper: Hah! Whatever you say, buddy. *hears a knock at the door* What’s that? Could it be Sixer finally coming back to apologize? *opens door* Oh, Fordsy! I thought you’d never- well I’ll be fucked.

Babel: *punches Bipper in the face*

Bipper: Ow, my one good eye!

Ghost Dipper: MABEL??? What is this, Bill?! Are you possessing my sister too?

Babel: If he was, you think he’d punch himself in the face?

Ghost Dipper: Y-You can see me? Where’s the real Mabel?

Babel: Doesn’t matter. I’m looking for Journal 3.

Bipper: *dangles Journal 3 in her face* Sorry, Shooting Star, but you know finders keepers!

Babel: *throws him into the wall*

Bipper: WHA-

[curioussubjects]

Kara/Lee Fic LiveJournal Links

It occurred to me a while ago maybe not everyone is familiar with navigating LiveJournal, much less how to go about finding fic there. I figured it could be helpful to have a list of personal journals and communities to make that easier, or just to have on hand. What's included on this list: * Authors (prolific and/or widely rec'd, some with partial AO3 archiving); * K/L Communities (great sources for other fics and fanworks); * General Battlestar Galactica (2003) fic communities; * Friend-Locked and Deleted Journals (for reference and archived links, if applicable); * Authors that moved all their fics to AO3 (not linked, also for reference). All that being said, this post is neither a rec list or comprehensive. Mainly, I wanted it to be a point of entry for new fans or fans who aren't familiar with LiveJournal. With that in mind, if I forgot a community or user you think should be here, let me know and I'll edit the post to include them. Let me know if there are any issues/questions!

If you see your username on this list and you'd like to be taken off of it, just let me know and I'll edit the post, and likewise if you have your fics listed on LiveJournal and you'd like me to link to them.

Note: You might notice reference to a specific archive for Kara/Lee fic, called Fallout Shelter, as you explore these links. The bad news is that the site is offline. Unfortunately, the site wasn't archived very well either, so pretty much all the fics that were exclusively archived there are gone. The good news is that the archive was a repository for fics originally posted on the ApolloStarbuckFic yahoo group, which was saved during the massive archival effort to backup YG back in 2019/2020. The even better news is that the data for that group might become available some time next week. I'll make a post explaining how to go about sifting through all the messages if/when the data becomes available. Keep in mind though that I haven't seen this data yet, so I have no idea what, if anything, is saved in the group's messages and files. Still, though, definitely something to be excited about!

Fics under the cut! ☺

General Communities

Battlestar Recs BSG 2003 Fics BSG Creative BSG Epics BSG Fic Finders BSG Kink BSG Remix BSG Slash

Kara/Lee Communities

The Applecart Beyond Insane KaraLeeFic No Takebacks Pilots Big Bang Pilots Presents Reel Pilots SASA HQ (additional fic tag)

Authors (A-Z)

alissabobissa (general k/l tag, ffn) anr (general k/l tag) apodixis bantha-fodder (general k/l tag on dw) that i should suffer (archived) brynnmck (general bsg tag) coffeesuperhero (general fic masterlist) daphnaea (general fic masterlist) dionusia (general k/l tag) elly427 (general k/l tag) embolalia (general k/l tag) fahye (general fic masterlist) hackaddict indigo419 kate98 (lj deleted, find on ffn) kdbleu leavingslowly leda13 (general fic tag) letterstonorah (lj deleted, general k/l tag on dw) liminalliz (general fic tag) lint (deleted lj, fin on ffn/ao3) lotus79 meyerlemon (lj deleted, find on ffn) mnemosyne olaf47 sangga (general bsg tag) shah-of-blah (general bsg fic tag) stars-like-dust (general bsg fic tag) svilleficrecs (general fic tag) tamsibling thefannishwaldo (general bsg tag, also on ffn) voleuse whatimages (general bsg tag) widget285 (general bsg tag) wisteria- (general bsg tag) zeplum (saintstreet, plumunited) F-Locked Journals queenofthorns (f-locked on dw) rawles/peri-peteia (ao3, dw) workerbee73

Deleted Journals/Fics

kag523 latteaddict nancy777ca (some fics on ffn) oxymoronassoc (archived, see below) Look Him Straight in the Eye Just Something Out of Step shawngf sloanesomething (archived, see below) And So I Woke (1 [might be gone], 2, 3, 4, 5) All the While Byzantium (SVU crossover) Terms Five Things that Didn’t Happen on Colonial Day Untitled

Find on AO3: callmeonetrack elzed Innibis ninjamonkey73 rachelindeed rayruz scifishipper SomewhereApart

[partisan-by-default]

The article Trump sued over was published by the Washington Post in May 2023. The headline obviously made Trump angry enough to get litigious.

Trust linked to porn-friendly bank could gain a stake in Trump’s Truth Social

How so, one might ask. Well, there are more details related to the headline covered in the federal court ruling [PDF].

The article related that in late 2021, with the proposed merger “frozen” and TMTG [Trump Media & Technology Group] concerned about paying its bills, then-DWAC [Digital World Acquisition Corp.] president Patrick Orlando announced he had arranged for an $8 million loan from an entity known as “ES Family Trust.” According to the article, the loan was part of a deal in which TMTG would receive the loan and, in exchange, ES Family Trust would acquire an equity interest in the public entity to be formed from the merger of TMTG and DWAC. This loan-for-stock deal was reflected, according to the article, in a convertible promissory note, although the article acknowledged that the only copy of the note the Post had been able to locate was unsigned. The article reported that some of the funds were wired by another entity, Paxum Bank, which had ties to ES Family Trust and to the adult film industry. Also, according to the article, TMTG paid a finder’s fee of $240,000 in connection with the loan to Entoro Securities, a Texas entity of which Orlando was a managing director. Although the article did not refer to a specific document evidencing the payment, it pointed to a broker agreement regarding the fee and an invoice for payment from Entoro.

So, not entirely implausible to claim that a “porn-linked” entity “could” end up with a financial stake in Trump’s Truth Social endeavor.

The article also noted that the British journal The Guardian had earlier reported that federal prosecutors in New York were investigating whether TMTG had violated money laundering statutes in connection with the loan, and that TMTG Chief Executive Officer Devin Nunes had filed a lawsuit against Wilkerson and others (including The Guardian) asserting that the Guardian story was “fabricated.”

Sometimes, you find a competent lawyer. If you’re Devin Nunes (and by extension here, Donald Trump), you find the only lawyer willing to represent you.