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Hi Cossette! Happy 2024 and I hope you're having an enjoyable year so far 🎉
Speaking of 2024 albums, Kali Uchis' Orquideas came out today & I found it very refreshing - normally I listen less to R&B / Latin Pop albums in full but Kali's new LP is very cohesive! As of upcoming music releases, because most of my favourite artists released new albums last year, I find the 2024 release schedule considerably more quiet. Nevertheless, I'm looking forward to new albums from: Bleachers, Faye Webster, Allie X, and Madi Diaz!
Also fingers crossed that we'll also get new music from Sabrina Carpenter 🙏
As of fantasy books, I currently have two physical books with me: Starling House (Alix E Harrow) and The Tethered Mage (Melissa Caruso). It's been a challenging time for me to read books electronically (the only device I electronically read on is the same device that I use for academia), so I really like being able to unplug & read something physically 💖
And ahh The Starless Sea is a perfect winter read ❄️ I rarely re-read books myself, but this is one of the few books that I revisit from time to time! My copy isn't with me right now as I'm still abroad, but I'm working on an edit inspired by this book so I've been slowly re-reading it on my computer.
Amongst the upcoming book releases, which new books / series are you most looking forward to reading? And do you tend to prefer standalones or series?
P.S. I'm looking forward to hearing Laufey performing Haunted & Letter To My 13 Year Old Self live!
hi jennifer!! happy 2024! i hope your year has been off to a great start 🤍
i haven't listened to kali uchis' new album yet, but i keep seeing these stunning vinyl pressings for it in one of the vinyl groups i'm in! i'll probably listen to it at some point for my 365 albums in 365 days challenge. i didn't realize allie x has a new album coming out; i'm so excited! and new bleachers so soon. i'm really hoping we'll get new sabrina music, although i'm not looking forward to fighting for tickets if she does another tour.
i read and didn't love 10 thousand doors of january, but i've heard really good things about alix harrow / a lot of my friends like her stuff, so maybe i'll give her another shot! i've also been struggling with reading books electronically as of late (although i don't read on the same device i use for work), which is why a bunch of my arcs have piled up 😵💫 i haven't actually touched the starless sea in a few days; i feel like annotating takes so much more time / effort / energy (which ... makes sense) but i'm hoping to get back to it soon 🤍 i can't wait to see your edit!!!
i tend to prefer standalones — or duologies! what about you? i'm really excited for the new ashley poston (a novel love story), a banh mi for two by trinity nguyen (a bit biased! i read an early draft of it), a dark and downing tide by allison saft (love allison saft! very excited for her adult debut!), a witch's guide to magical innkeeping by sangu mandanna, anatomy of a betrayal by grace d. li (loved portrait of a thief/her debut + have been eagerly awaiting her next book), the dark we know by wen yi lee (also biased! read an early version of this! but it's loosely inspired by spring awakening <3), and of course, emily henry's funny story (although i read an arc of it already so it feels like cheating!). what about you?
speaking of laufey, i finally bought bewitched on vinyl yesterday! it should be here sometime next week; i'm so excited to listen to it on vinyl :")
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new phone, struggling to use it (i hate setting it up)
#like honestly.. im more of a desktop girlie than a phone/tablet girlie#u can say im a 50 year old trapped in a 24 year old's body HAHAHAHAh#like it's been a few hours already but IM STILL INSTALLING AND FIXING UP EVERYTHING (and i still gotta back up my prev phone ashahsh)#also sorry for the random drawings but im not kidding when i say i'm so fucking busy SHASHASH IM SO TIRED I NEED TO SLEEP FOR ABOUT 100HRS#i was supposed to draw some cod stuff tonight but we got home so late auuaegashahgsh aaaaaaaaa#my art#2024#tim rambles
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we have to save pedro pascal the way people on the internet and the way interviewers are treating him is basically harassment we have to get him out of there
#like it’s kind of painful to watch interviews of him lately because like#WHY are people treating him like that it’s WEIRD#why does he have to constantly be sexualized and called daddy and be forced to talk about what fans think ab him#CHILL just let the man ACT!!!!!!!#idc if he’s a grown man pushing 50 like…….. it’s ridiculous#this has been a problem w his fans for YEARS it’s not a new thing but it has gotten worse recently#just be normal PLEASE#ANYWAY#sorry for talking about a real life man on an anime blog djdkdnkdndjcj
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im not sure how much more of this "life" shit I can take
#i only have like (checks watch) 50 more years#am terrified of death but i also crave it. Pls Pls Pls Pls but No#sorry for only using my blog for sad moon rants as of late
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Obsessed with my aunt who hates her phone so much and seemingly gets woken up every single night by her phone but takes no steps to idk silence her phone or leave it in another room or mute the few people who text her at night and now she's having a tantrum where she doesnt wanna be in the family gc (no one wants to be in the family gc)
Like this is a perfect microcosm of her brain where everyone else is terrible and awful but she has no responsibility to make things better for herself
#rehks rants#the gigachad teenagers and young adults of the family who never have their ringers on and always have this chat muted#vs the virgin 50 year olds who turn their volume all the way up and leave their phones right next to their heads all night#sorry that teenagers text after 10#I always assume if I text late people will get back to me when they wake up#my bestie has admitted to turning me specifically into a do not disturb category#bc I triple text at 3am#but I wouldnt be comfortable doing it if I thought he had notifications on
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I am unfollowing pretty much everyone except some mutuals and like two other people. I was hoping to be on tumblr less once grad school started, and that hasn't happened so I am going to attempt to force it to happen.
#if you are a mutual and I unfollow you sorry. I just need my brain and don't have the capacity for this anymore#if you want my discord please let me know and I will totally share it#also have been scrolling blogs that are bad for me a lot lately#fucking myself up from that#also my queue is down to less than 50 posts for the first time in about two years#where it was up to 1000 posts multiple times#I'm also becoming less and less interested in pretty much all online communities and would like to try and force myself to get irl ones#instead of weirdly parasocializing random blogs that I don't talk to or really interact with in any way#also have started using drafts as almost a journal and just not posting stuff?#so like maybe I should just get a real journal you know
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I don't rememberrrrr if I've showed you before but !!! Got this book at a thrift store a while back seems like something you'd enjoy ^_^
oh you hadn't - thank you!! i love any book/catalog/whatever with pictures and information about toys... and a collector's handbook is especially charming, as you can imagine how passionate people get about these sweet little stuffed friends :) so fun!!! thank you for sharing <3
#melonposting#ask#astrangeghost#sorry for not responding for 50 years. i've been really bad at replying to messages lately :P
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Plotted starter for @docclown
How long had it been since they'd last seen each other? Years? How long ago had the battle at Marineford been? Since that horrendous event, the days seemed to blur together. Her own loss of self-identity had her feeling as though she was floating in the ocean, undulating with the whitecaps that rose and fell with the moon's cycles but never crashed against the shore. Her life as an assassin became unfulfilling and no sooner had she left her guild did she come across the Cross Guild fliers. Instantly, her mind drifted to the doctor, barely older than her, who had tended to her wounds.
That settled it. She would join the Cross Guild and hopefully find more fulfillment. And at the very least, she would reconnect with the doctor that had saved her life. It surprisingly took little time to locate the emperor's base and convince him to allow her to join. A little flattery and ego-stroking went a long way with him but now that she was in it was time to try and find Marinette.
"Wow, I almost didn't recognize you. I thought your hair was actually made of roses or something," Sunni spoke as she looked through the open doorway. It had taken a brief moment to realize the brown-haired woman was the same one that had healed her a few years ago. It was only when she looked into her visible eye that the familiarity hit her. Remaining at the doorway, she slipped her hands into the pocket of her dress and offered a kind smile.
"Not sure if you remember me but I think you might've saved my life a few years ago."
#docclown#|| CRY#IM SORRY THIS IS 50 YEARS LATE#I also hope its ok#i can change it if you need me to!
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I've just realised that when my mother dies, I'll be the oldest person in our family (as in, the people who are related to me who I'm in contact with/ever see at all). that's.... weird
#my sister-in-law is a few years older than me but she's also only in her thirties#and obviously not related to me#my dad's dead. my uncle's dead. my only grandma who I was close to is dead. we're not in contact with anyone else anymore.#the only other person I'd even know how to find is my cousin#that feels really weird. I'm not an adult. I'm completely clueless. I have no idea what I'm doing ever.#and still my mother only thinks about how hard it is for *her* that everyone her age has died... sorry but you don't think it might be hard#for us too? more than one person can be affected by that but sure you're the only one who is.#and her own mother died when my mother was 50! she had contact with all her extended family until then and she chose not to after that! so#she's the one who caused that but still we need to feel sorry for her.#anyway#maybe she'll live to be super old. that'd be typical... but it doesn't seem likely#idk. it's not like it'll make a difference. she's never helped me with anything so it'll be one less thing to deal with...#maybe I'll finally feel free then#or maybe it's too late for that#personal
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so i just had to find out jeremy luke was in the irishman by myself
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🎵 HAVE I SENT ONE…… if so disregard if not i give u. kith. and request song please 🥺🤲
im cheating a little bc im not sure if i can call her one of my songs of all time but perhaps!! seongwoo's guess who!! shes upbeat but Not in like a . teen way yknow but still youthful in a way but w a chic drop?? am i making sense . she fits u u are energy but u are cool also . also well... wannalumnus (or maybe sejeong's whale!! bc i feel like u need to be a blue song... also consider ki cover . bc i have to make everything abt ppl covering songs . but also bc shes emotional in this . u know . not ballad way (both reason why its a meg song and why kihyun shld cover her))
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Why am I so proud of myself for doing something that is basically a failure on all levels
#so i started this level 2 certificate back in like march when i first started thinking about quitting teaching#i was like ‘if i just stay busy then the existential dread won’t catch me’#but it turned out that grad school plus teaching plus frantically trying to find a job was uhhhhh a lot#and the one thing that didn’t have a deadline was this random level 2 certificate. so i just sort of. never did the assessments#i still have the textbooks and assessment booklets slung under my coffee table judging me for my terrible time management and general lack#of commitment to things i commit to. but they’ve sort of blended into the scenery now#and i got an email in like.. june i think it was asking me if i’d completed the course yet & if i needed help#and i was like ‘omg yeah i’ll get it done soon! i have some assessments for my main course which are taking priority#but i Will finish this’ [john mulaney voice] AND THEN I DIDN’T#it’s been nearly a year. i cannot believe this#so anyway. on the 9th of this month i got an email from a whole different person. this one was damn near a welfare check#i mean on the surface she’s just asking if i’m still going to complete the course and if i need help but there’s this undercurrent#that’s like ‘are you even still alive?’#so i saw that and i felt bad and was drafting a reply in my head. but then i immediately forgot#i only remembered today. but i did email her back! i said sorry for the late reply; thanks for reaching out & i asked how i should hand in#the assessments. because i genuinely don’t know. i think this is part of what’s causing my mental block#i mean they gave me assessment booklets but does this mean i have to physically take a train 50 minutes to campus to drop them off??#or can i just type everything up. like. i’m fine scanning in the title pages if they need my signature#but it seems so much easier for everyone if i just type this#OKAY she just got back to me and said i can email the answers if i’ve typed them & asked if i can have this back by the end of marxh#*march. which is honestly way more grace than i deserve imo#fucking hallelujah. i’m going to put this on my calendar#i do not know why i’m proud of myself for sorting this out. like. it took WAY too fucking long#i guess it’s true that it’s never too late to own your shit and fix it. but also. god fucking damn#there was no need for this thing to take A FUCKING YEAR#personal
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saw someone call oasis classic rock. excuse me i need to take a walk around the block.
#millennials fighting the good fight out here classic rock is late 60s 70s maybe some mainstream 80s#underground 80s doesnt qualify and neither does 90s#tjad.txt#just cause its 30 years old does not make it classic rock sorry#oldies is 50s elvis buddy holly doo wop maybe early 60s motown prebeatles#i’ll die on this hill
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And now the dynamic has been set in stone
#in my mind (if you’re interested) Karras joins the church when he’s 29/30 and fighting his gay thoughts#technically Merrin is 74(?) in the movie at his death but I see him as more stress-aged 60’s#anyway merrin’s like late 50’s when Karras joins#wires cross in karras’ gay ass brain#And now he fantasizes about that withering husk of a man#it’s doomed yaoi for multiple reasons…#one: Merrin dies (oops spoiler)#two: Merrin is normal and does not go for people 30 years younger than him#three: Merrin isn’t gay#sorry dimmie#father merrin#father karras#Karras x Merrin#merras
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hi im triple AAA game studio. Welcome to our game gunshitters 7. this is a 70$ USD game that is not finished but you can buy the DLC at launch for 50$USD. also theres a seprate in game currency where you can spend 200$USD to get diamonds to buy cosmetics. look at our roadmap. dont you want to pay 30$ for our first season pass? you will unlock special epic gear that will never ever come back so you can get a nice healthy dose of FOMO. the next season pass is next month and is also 30$. also we are locking 40% of the entire game behind our fun new feature 'present mechanics' so you can gift the rest of the game to yourself for the low low price of 40$ and you also get an epic gun skin if you pay for the GOLD season pass for 60$. also you know how the game was unfinished at launch? oh haha were sorry about that. were releasing it now but you need to pay 20$ for it. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you.
guy in a duplex living off of nothing but bread with a computer from 2009: hi everyone im so sorry im late to announce this but my game honeydew mayhem where you can conquer the universe as a bee is gonna release a month late because i still need time to work on making sure that everything works properly and i also need to make sure that the free content updates i will release over time for the next 10 years will be on their way. i need to make sure that you can do absolutely everything you can think of in this game and i still need to polish 20 boss fights and finalize 40 more in-game areas to explore. im sorry you guys will have to wait a bit longer. also my game will be 25$ i hope that isnt too much to ask. if it is i promise it will go on sale soon for 9$. i love all of you and hope you are having a good day
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Out of Sunshine
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: Having forgotten your dinner date, Spencer comforts his usually sunshine girlfriend Trope:Fluff & Comfort w.c: 1.2k a/n: been very overwhelmed with responsibilities and wants lately that I just needed to write a self-indulgent fic. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 💗 masterlist
Spencer’s knock on your apartment door was met with silence. It was a starry Friday night and he had arranged a dinner reservation with you, his girlfriend for a year and a half, to the newly opened French restaurant along the main street. With a certain spring in his step, he settled with Hotch, and by extension the team, that he couldn’t be disturbed unless an emergency case comes in—something he silently wished not to happen. He had also picked up a bouquet of your favorites from the local florist. An array of whites that reminded him of the dress he first saw you wearing at the park.
He knocked again, ears straining to hear anything behind the dark wooden door. There was nothing. He balanced the bouquet on one hand and reached for the phone inside his satchel. It was quite unlike you to not answer the door.
The number you dialed is either unattended—
“Strange,” he muttered under his breath. During his morning phone call with you, a much needed routine to tide him through the macabre of his job, you sounded so excited about the dinner he’d planned and had even promised to wear the same white dress that had plagued his eidetic memory. He chuckled in reply before asking any plans for the day. There was a slight pause on your end, no doubt thinking of ways to pass time before night winds down, and you answer—
The studio, he remembered. You mentioned passing by your art studio to occupy time. He sighed in relief as he enters his vintage blue car parked on the the sidewalk, bouquet placed securely on the passenger seat. The clock on the dashboard tells him there’s still time to make it to the reservation, granted he wasn’t sure if you were ready to go.
A non-descriptive tune played from the radio as he turned left to enter the designated parking space of your studio building. It was a mixture of soft piano keys that sounded like spring and sunshine, both adjectives he loved to use to describe you.
When he finally found the courage to fumble his way in asking for your number, the smile that flashed on your face was blinding. It was as if he stared directly into the sun with little to no protection for his vision.
Over the course of multiple dates, he found himself waxing prose about you in his head. The pinking of your cheeks reminded him of strawberries ripening, so tempting to touch with his own pair of lips. The twinkle in your eyes, full of adoration and trust, made him feel strong and protective—like he was some kind of crow guarding his loot of sparkling treasure. And the bounce in your step wherever you’d go had him envisioning a sprig of wildflowers growing from each footprint, the nymph of his very own Spring.
He let himself in the studio, grateful you’ve trusted him with a spare key. “Sunshine,” he called out.
The light inside the four cornered room was on, windows all open for the paint fumes to escape, and there you were, hunched over an easel, furiously painting without any care of your surroundings.
He called your name, softer this time, as if to slowly ease you out of the artistic trance. The timber of his voice and his sudden presence led you to squeak in surprise, paintbrush dropping on the wooden streaked floor.
“It’s me, sunshine,” he raised his hands in front of him in surrender. “It’s me.”
Your nose scrunched up in question, a streak of blue dried paint on your cheek, adorable. How adorable you were in his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” you bent down to grab the brush before resuming your old position.
“It’s 7:50, love.”
You swiveled to face him, eyes wide in distress. Hands promptly reaching to turn over the faced down phone. “No, no—oh my god, I am so sorry!”
“It’s alright,” he tries to placate you but his words of comfort seem to fall on deaf ears. “Really, it’s alright. It happens to everyone.”
Tears were starting to build up in your eyes. Your hands were wrangling with the apron tied around your waist as you mutter a series of apologies again and again. “I’m sorry. So sorry—we can’t make it to our reservation now, can’t we? Spence, I’m so so sorry. I—I forgot,” a sob escaped from your throat. “I don’t know what to do.”
He puts down the flowers on the nearest available space, your stool, and steps into your space. Filling it with his perfume and warmth meant to comfort you. He could see how distressed you were—rocking on your heels, hands unable to stay put, and lower lip sandwiched in between your pearly teeth.
“Breathe. It’s completely fine, love. No harm done. Really, it’s alright.”
The tears come rushing down, staining your flushed cheeks with its tracks. “It’s not—how could I forget?”
“Sunshine, it’s okay. It happens to all of us and I know you’re quite busy, it’s understandable.”
You burrow into his chest some more, afraid of separating from him and the haven he brings.
He continued on. “I also know you’re overwhelmed, the exhibit is just around the corner and I know how important it is to you, I understand.”
Laying your cheek near his beating heart, you mutter a reply. “It’s really not—I don’t want you to think you’re not important to me too.”
His hands cupped your face to stare into your saddened eyes. Spencer couldn’t see the warmth and brightness that was always present in his sunshine. There was a cloud of rain and doubt covering its’ greatness. He understood no one could always be happy all the time but it bothered him to see you breaking down from stress.
“Shouldn’t I be the one worried about that?” he lightly joked. “I’ve cancelled on dates so many times and did those ever make you feel less important to me?”
“No. Never,” you sniffled.
“Then what makes you say I’d think that, sunshine? I would never, I promise.”
The corners of your lips lifted up to a small smile. There it was, the rays of sun peeking behind the clouds, bringing warmth back to the dark crevices of his being.
“I’m sorry about your shirt,” your lower lip jutting out in a pout. The air of anxiety slowly dissipating around you.
Spencer laughed, noting the tear stained marks littered on his purple button down. “That’s alright. Why don’t we order from your favorite Indian place down the block? We can get your favorites and have our dinner date here instead?”
“You’d be okay with that?”
He leaned in to kiss your temples, taking in the twinkle back in your eyes framed by your wet long lashes and the flush on your cheeks from emotion—good and bad.
For Spencer, you had never looked more beautiful. The reason behind of your breakdown was raw, intimate, and it made him see you in a new light. Heat bloomed in his chest, like a series of red roses, filled with love for you.
“Anywhere with you is good for me, sunshine.”
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