#binder stuff

[brittlebutch]

autism win!!! i successfully realized that i could organize the notes I take on beloved shows if i rewrite them from scratch in a new, clearly labeled/delineated format

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Stabby!" Damian heard the white haired teen call out to him as he jumped behind the younger vigilante, "Defend my honor!"

Damian looked at him, perplexed as Red Robin rushed towards them, "I said I was sorry!" The boy behind Robin practically growled, "You ruined my binder! Ruined!" The boy almost threw his hands in the air at the last statement but seemed to catch himself last minute and continued to cover his chest and what Damian deduced was his otherwise bare chest.

Damian had enough decency to divert his gaze.

Black bat chose this moment to come to thier rescue with a black binder with little stars and constellations on it. "How did you know I liked stars?" He asked, baffled, then a moment later, "How did you know my size?!"

Black Bat didn't answer and instead signed at him to try it on.

The white haired kid quietly agreed and bolted over to where batman had been hiding in the shadows. He let out a surprised, "Hm?!" as the possible meta slipped into Batmans cape and used it as a glorified changing room.

Red tried to approach but was stopped by Robin raising his sword, "I fully intend to defend his honor if I need to."

"Oh my God! It was an accident! I swear!"

"How?" Black bat asked quietly."

[kingofthering]

JEREZ 2024 | Alex Marquez, Brad Binder and Enea Bastianini with the synchronized crashing at turn 5 during the sprint.

[tazmiilly]

his adhdisms are awestrucking

[dear-ao3]

hey trans folks, any reccommendations for less expensive good quality binders that ARENT gc2b??

[chiropteracupola]

in the mood for a modern au. banishing them to Community Theatre.

[chushanye]

this has definitely been said before but miku binder richie

[misty-missdee]

Awoo~

[saeiken]

renga for ace week!! (ignore how late i am lol)

[thegreatcrowdragon]

I don’t care what other people say about them they are both trans and autistic to me

[nocturnus33]

Kill your darlings by MesserMoon, a fantastic fic you could read at AO3 for free.

I love this story, and am happy to have it in my collection. That said, I can tell you that this binding was very eventful.

I think I will change my name to Not Perfct bindery. The two volumes of this book took me a long time, because I was buried in workload. It seems that every day I picked up this binding project, I made some mistake. The worst one was sewing the signatures too tightly so it was impossible to round the spine. Another mistake I made while cutting the fabric, as can be seen, the covers were in different proportions. This is my 60th binding; and I must learn that in excess of confidence lies the danger.

@sophsicle

[brittlebutch]

made little sub-dividers for my d20 section so that i could separate notes by campaign :3

[foldingfittedsheets]

I’m so frustrated this morning. I’m trying to do all my name change stuff, I got up early and got cute to get a new license, then went to the bank to change it there.

While there I saw a list of name change stuff and realized my cars registration needs to be changed to the new name but they didn’t ask at the DMV. So now I’ll need to go back and deal with another wait and another fee.

[arudoe]

MOVIE LLOYD WITH ONI FEATURES YEAAA!!!! ive always liked the idea of lloyd looking more oni-like buy i feel like it wouldve been perfect in the movie and such a nice angsty subplot teehee! i could go in further detail but…. i think the caption would be too long otherwise….

ANYWHO guess whos bday it is (mine) i turned 18!!! adulthood is coming for me... luckily im still stuck in sophmore year (PLEASE LET ME PASS THIS TIME) so im nowhere near graduating… huzzah!!

[ghostbeam]

More charcoal artist!dabi x reader, smoking, mentions of nude drawings

Dabi waits for you by that tree, the one he saw you sitting under all those months ago. A cigarette hangs from his fingers, his loose anatomy sketches from class underneath his arm. He takes another drag before he spots you.

He exhales out the side of his mouth, dropping the cig to the ground and stomping it out with the toe of his boot. You haven’t noticed him, too busy looking around you, observing the bodies that pass, the clouds in the sky overhead. It’s easy for you to get distracted like that.

When you see him, a wide smile stretches across your face, and he notices how you start to walk faster. When you’re close enough, he wraps his fingers around your wrist, pulling you into him, chests colliding as he presses his lips to yours. When you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, he pulls away.

“Sorry.” He speaks, forehead resting against yours. “I taste like smoke.”

“I like it.” You move your hands up his arms, resting on his shoulders.

“Okay.” He grins. “Kiss me again.”

You do. “Again.”

He lets his sketches fall to the ground so that he can wrap both arms around your waist. You moan against his lips, so quiet he could have missed it, but it’s enough to drive him crazy. He licks into your mouth. He wants another moan. He pulls away to place kisses against your jaw.

The wind picks up around the two of you and Dabi’s sketches go flying. You pull away with a gasp, moving to pick up the scattered pieces of paper.

“Shit.” He curses, moving to help you.

“I wanted to see these.” You tell him, gathering a small stack in your hands, examining the figures on the page.

“They were just for class. Nothing special.” He tells you as he chases the rest of the sketches down. You shake your head at his words, and also at how silly he looks going after the papers.

“It’s all special.” You tell him, taking the stack that he’s gathered from his hands. You sit down, and Dabi looks at you fondly, recalling that first day he saw you. “To me.”

You can feel the charcoal against your thumbs as you flip through the pages, the smudges of shadows over each nude figure coming off on your skin. Dabi slowly sinks down next to you as you look through his sketches.

He finds himself nervous every time you look at his work. You see everything, every piece of his soul in every line, stroke, and smudge. Even in something as simple as a sketch, you still see him. You look up at him, eyes scanning his face, his furrowed brow, how his teeth tear at the skin of his lips. You reach up to pull it from his teeth, leaving a streak of gray against it.

“Will you draw me?” You ask him. “Like this?”

[3v3ry0n3z-fav3-al13n-x3]

d3c0rat1ng mah b1nd3r f0r zch00l!! :P

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