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Happy Buddha Purnima

May Buddha bless us with his divine wisdom and compassion on this auspicious day.

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World Soil Day

A single spoon of the soil has millions of living organisms in it. Save their lives and protect the soil.

[daincrediblegg]

You know Tobias is in Manhunt with Haim, right?

Oh my friend… oh you shouldn’t have told me that… oh my god oh jesus two faves in one??? Oh thats taking priority now

[choosekindly]

Chapter two, in which Miles does, indeed, get it:

Girls' Trip - Chapter 2 - ChooseKindly - You Can't Say No (2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Mishal Name Meaning In Urdu | Name Center || Mishal Naam Ka Kya Matlab H...

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Tired

Type- Blurb :)

Verse- Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count- 961

Warnings- Sweet, sweet fluff, a tired y/n, and a caring Harry

A/N- Damn I'm writing a blurb after a long time... guess this is how I'm gonna get back into writing now! Hope you like it <3

Coming home to his family was one of the best feelings ever- even if it was after a long day of practice and he was sweating like a pig.

That haimish feeling, the cozy atmosphere, the loud laughter of the kids or their light snores or their wailings, or the chirpy sounds of y/n reading them a story; it was all home to him. His heart seemed to pump honey in his arteries the moment he entered inside- the thick, soft, and harmonious honey-like blood rushing to his face every time he sees his wife after even an hour outside.

But today, the atmosphere was a little different- like it was missing something. Announcing his entrance, he placed his duffle bag on the shoe rack he had just placed his shoes in and walked further in. He could hear the kids chatting and giggling, but he couldn't hear the third voice that would always come with theirs.

Entering the kitchen, the corners of his eyes immediately released their tension and drew back down.

She's looking like a tired mess. Her hair strands messily overlapped each other as they met in a frenzy bun she has curated on the top of her head, the head which is almost about to fall on her shoulder- as if she doesn't even have the energy to hold it up.

Through one of her arms, she's leaning her weight on the slab while the other stirs -from what he can smell- the curry in the pot.

He doesn't think she's yet realized his presence- perhaps because she might be expecting him to go straight to the kids. "Hello, darling," he quietly greets her while making his way to her, arms already open wide to encircle her waist.

"Tired?" He asks, kissing her cheek.

As if instinctively, she lets her head fall on his chest, releasing a deep sigh like she was holding her breath all this while. "So much," she replies in a meek voice. "Terrible day," she continued, sounding like she was on the verge of crying and was being very careful about any crack that might be about to fall in the midst of her speaking.

"I'm sorry about that," he said just as quietly, rubbing her side with one hand while the other one crept down her other one. Slowly, he took ahold of the spatula and got it rid of her loose hold. Turning the gas knob to its lowest, he pulled her closer to him- turning her around and immediately noticing the breast milk stains on her tee.

"Go lie down, or take a bath, perhaps, if you feel like it," he suggested and shushed her the moment he saw her about to protest.

Sighing in defeat because of no energy, she knocked her head on his jaw lightly. "Mash the potatoes too then," she chuckled hoarsely, puckering her lips to press a kiss right to the curve of his jaw.

"Do not worry about anything now. Go and rest some."

Pressing another kiss on his lips, she moved so quietly that Harry had to check if she even climbed up the stairs or just disappeared into thin air.

Washing his hands in the sink, he peeled the potatoes under cold tap water and mashed them while the curry boiled. Sneakily, he popped a small chunk of potato in his mouth, loving the taste of it as he sprinkled some salt and pickle oil on the rest.

Finishing off after a while, he followed the way to his and y/n's bedroom and changed into a white vest and black sweats before making his way into the kids' room.

The kids didn't sound so energetic anymore, silently building their own legos while talking once in a while.

Harry couldn't help a small laugh from bursting out of his mouth when Darpak sqeaked in surprise as he picked his little body up from the floor. Karan too, came up to him and wrapped his arms Harry's shoulders once he, too, was placed on the other hip.

Karan did realize that he had grown up enough to not fit perfectly in Harry's arm crook anymore, but most of the days he still tiredly tugs onto Harry- climbing up on his upper body evey morning.

"Hello mates. Missed me?" He asked, feeling a bit narcissistic suddenly but went to sit on the small bed anyways.

Darpak just cuddled closer into Harry's chest while Karan rose up and sat on his thigh instead. "Well, he didn't give me enough time off to think of anything let alone miss you," he said while sending a narrow eyes glance to Darpak, who had got him to play with him for the whole day, somehow.

"Oh, so this guy was full of energy today, hmm? Harry looked down at Darpak, his double chin popping out just a bit in the process. He could see a small smile hinting on the little one's lips, meling his heart.

"Well, I want to talk to you guys about something," He started, sending both the kids in alert mode.

Telling them about how much work y/n has to do and when on top of that, they don't listen to her, she gets sad, was where he started. Then he drifted off to asking them to try their best at not troubling their mother tomorrow, and behave well.

Just as he was signing off the deal with a first bump with both of them, he heard Y/n's footsteps approaching and quickly picked up a story book from the bedside drawer, opening it up to a random page as the kids lied down just as fast, acting as if they weren't just planning out how they can make it a better week for their mother.

Tagging: @reveriehs <3 MASTERLIST :)

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☕️ 🥦 📚 please

Hey D.!! I have answered ☕️🥦 previously but you have asked a huge undertaking for me which is 📚!

📚: alright, as a book goblin I have too many to count but we’ll get going on my top choices for authors and the work that has shaped me as a human.

Anne of Green Gables series: this is a typical white girl answer, but I adore Anne beyond reason. Atypical before there were words for it Anne, is brilliant and a dreamer and impulsive and bisexual (you can rip that reading of the text from my dead hands) and I just adore her and the life she builds for herself over the course of seven books. Also, Gilbert Blythe is one of the few men that’s worth anything in fiction.

Ursula K. LeGuin: this science fiction author changed my life when I was first handed her short story The One’s Who Walk Away from Omelas. I re-read it often because it grapples with collective responsibility and what we will do for security. I also highly recommend her Haimish series (books and short stories) that deal with planets earth colonized with various experiments and forgot about, including the Left Hand of Darkness which is a seminal queer work looking at a society that comes into gender/sexuality once a month and is otherwise agender/asexual the rest of the time.

Octavia Butler: another stunning Sci-Fi author who deals with deep questions about humanity, race and our ability to survive and persevere. Both Lilith’s Brood and Parable of the Sower will change your life.

NK Jemson: I have not finished the stone cycle series because her writing is just that powerful. When I read the second book in the series it was all I could focus on for months. I would be teaching in class and it would pop into my head and I would have to remember what I was doing.

Casey McQuiston: one of my favorite queer authors and one I have engaged in fandom for. I have gotten to see them speak when Kissing Shara Wheeler came out and got my books signed. They write amazing romcoms for queer characters and their work is excellent. I am waiting desperately for The Pairing to come out and will likely see them on that book tour.

Romance novels that I love:

The Reef by Nora Roberts - classic contemporary 90s Nora. Lovers to Enemies to Lovers, treasure hunting and aquatic archeology- I once won a romance novel excerpt reading contest with this novel and I have no regrets.

Honor series - Radclyffe - the first daughter and a female secret service agent and their love story spanning multiple books. It’s here it’s queer and it’s everything I love.

Backwards to Oregon - Jae - Queer Oregon Trail marriage of convenience with what I consider to be a non-binary main character but the series was written in 2000ish and the language and the market for that was not big then.

The Wallflower series - Lisa Kleypas - it’s just fun okay. It’s a good time.

Anything by Courtney Milan. Fantastic and political. Run don’t walk.

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Descriptions of a River Flowing - Notes

Notes for the fic Descriptions of a River Flowing - aka, five aliases of Essek Thelyss. If you haven't read it yet, check it out here:

All right? Done? Here, have a timeline, some notes on how the fic can connect to some other stories I've written, and some other notes:

Let's start with the timeline, then go on to the more pretentious stuff:

800 - 805 PD: Leofric Emmendrud is fighting on the front lines. M. Tasithar is captured, tortured, and dies.

803 PD: Caleb Widogast is born.

Early 800's: Delilah Briarwood visits Rosohna, not for the first time. Engages with Deirta Thelyss to try to get her husband, Sylas, consecuted. It fails. (realistically this might have been in the late 700's, but, eh).

Essek is at the Marble Tomes, meets three students that are possibly Da'leth plants. ("M. Tasithar", AXXXXX, EXXXXXX)

820-821: Essek refuses consecution. Fearing radical academics influencing her son, Deirta makes a deal with Essek to fake his consecution in return for him taking a position in court. Archmage Uludan makes an appearance in the Kryn Court.

822 PD: 'M. Tasithar' disappears. Essek's father dies.

827 PD: M. Tasithar reappears, having been reborn and made his way to Rosohna post-anamnesis.

830: First recorded meeting between Da'leth and Dezran Thane.  AXXXXX disappears.

833 PD:  Beacon theft happens. EXXXXXX disappears.

835-836 PD: Campaign 2

838 PD:  Essek disappears.  Suspicion grows, Essek is considered a class A security risk. Verin is questioned. Deirta reveals that Essek is not consecuted.

840 PD: Essek runs into his father in Uthodurn.

841 PD:  Molly Fancypants is sighted in Darktow.

843 PD: Apogee Solstice.

844 PD: Aldric Ermendrud is set upon by rogue scourgers

847-8 PD: The Augen Trust shares information with the Lens. After a year's investigation and having dispatched someone to Blumenthal, they close the file.

850s PD:  Some sharing of information starts between the Cobalt Soul and the Lens regarding Essek Thelyss, the connection between Dezran Thane and Essek is discovered.

852 PD: Eldric Lavorre is discovered in Uthodurn. Glassblades share this information with the Lens.

860 PD: The Cobalt Soul releases their initial report.

874 PD:   Leylas Kryn dies, is thought to be suffering from typhros. Accusations of murder abound.

875-876 PD: The Kryn Court's dissolution hits the Lens, they begin investigating and assassinating each other, hiding and burning documents. The surviving Thelyss documents are hidden within a Luxon church.

Sometime between 876 PD and 882 PD:  The military seize and retain control of the government. The Ulaban reforms (which prevent anyone from holding the same governmental office for more than one lifetime) are put into place.

883 PD:  Caleb Widogast dies. Essek stops using the name Eldric Lavorre, gives testimony to the Cobalt Soul.

895 PD:  A Haimish fisherman's daughter claims to be Leylas Kryn, and with the backing of a number of former members of court, seizes the throne. A very reactionary period follows, many of the military leaders and any unloyal members of the court are killed.

902 PD:  A consecuted member of the court that had avoided the purge by dying in 885 deposes the fisherman's daughter and institutes a limited republic and reinstitutes the Ulaban reforms.

Early 900's PD: the loss of military power means that a large portion of Xhorhas is no longer under Rosohnan control.

924 PD:  The Rosohnan government donates the remaining Thelyss papers to the Rexxentrum Cobalt Soul.

950 PD:  The University in Icehaven is established.

1000's PD: The University grows, purchases some homes in town to use as offices.

1146 PD: Ilyn takes a class with Professor Wivore in the fall semester of her second year.

1148 PD: Graduating, Ilyn asks Wivore for a letter of recommendation to the Rexxentrum Cobalt Soul.

1151: Ilyn essentially reads chapter one of the fic in the archives, looks up and confronts her old professor.

The more in-depth notes:

Back when I wrote No One By That Name Lives Here Anymore, I realized I'd accidentally created a great populist usurper - he's got military ties, knowledge and experience from being a General, he's got insider political knowledge from being married to an Umavi, and he's got a great populist message - he gave up all of his power to live as a simple merchant because he thought that was a purer way of 'living multiple lives'. If there's anything that the military wants to assure people is going to happen after a coup, it's that they're only going to be in power just long enough to let things stabilize - whether or not that's actually the case (it rarely is).

I'd thought about writing the story where Dantrag is approached to essentially become the face of the coup, but I was worried that readers might interpret that as me saying that he would be a good leader - or a better leader than Leylas. Which, no. I still think he was a shit dad as Selakiir. It also would be after 2-3 other stories, at least, and it just didn't seem to ever be important enough to move to the top of the pile.

The story maybe works with All the Paths - the Deirta story, but All the Paths was left open ended, and one line in Descriptions would have decided something about her fate in a way I don't really want to put in canon. But the 'Deirta makes a deal to get Essek to be the Shadowhand to get him away from radical academics' idea happens in both. And honestly, she's not completely wrong, if the Lens's theory on Da'leth planting a few scourgers to look for possible defectors was true.

But a lot of what brings these three stories together is the question of identity and what it means to live multiple lives - just in Descriptions of a River Flowing, it's about living multiple lives outside of consecution.

The history themes were definitely influenced by my workplace giving us the opportunity to write down what we have learned since the George Floyd protests (in twenty-five words or less), then get our picture taken with our words. For those who don't know, I live in South Minneapolis, close enough that I had to deal with eight months of helicopters circling afterwards. There's a special level of unreality that happens when you live through a complicated event that others - just by necessity of the amount of information that a brain can hold, and their ability to challenge their own assumptions and worldview - whittle down to a tweet. And it's got to be even worse when it's your family that's being turned into two dimensional beings. It's a lot easier to let other people's narratives do the work

(IMO, The Sentence gets it about right, even though it's too kind to the National Guard. Please do not take me saying that it was a complicated situation as any sort of support of the police.)

Uh, last thing - Essek/Wivore is teaching in Icehaven because Icehaven actually had a good number of drow students, on account of it having little sunlight for most of the academic year. Wivore specifically chooses the fall semester to avoid the sunniest months.

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we demand a review! what are all Pierrette's pets at this point? do all her plushies have names too?

Oh boyyyy that a tall Older this clown has a lot. Let start the listing

Well first there fugo sr fugo jr Narancia jr and poma

Then Embasan Belle Belle and crabbacchio and pannacotta the third Hugo pincushion!

Those are her current pets then her stuffed animals yes she names all of them and one Narancia named guess which

Bong water haimish dolly Giorno Jr high score pannacotta Jr JaneDoe jester and chauve-souris étoile

[bookwormcarla]

home

Home is an enduring source of sentiment that holds heartfelt memories of belonging and introspections of transformative emotions.

It does not necessarily have to be a haimish lodging that provides you shelter during rainy days. Home can be expressed in various forms, even intangible ones, be it an emotion, a person, a place, a scent, or an object—anything that you can think of that brings you fulfillment just by existing.

It’s an attachment, where you feel an intimate connection when you’re around it, as if your soul is drawn towards your home. It’s about integrity, where you strip away the worn masks that often cover for societal acclaim, soaring expectations, and media-driven standards, knowing that your home will accept you for who you are and who you are becoming.

It's about intimacy, where you feel familiarity towards your home, seeking a feeling of encouragement and worth whenever the fear of criticism and cynicism invades your thoughts. It’s an intrinsic embrace, with open arms, inviting you to an awakening of life. It’s a remedy, where you cultivate and gain a better stance even after undertaking life’s rock bottom and despair, knowing your home will pull you onto your feet and resuscitate you, and that you’ll die trying. It’s feeling whole when you're feeling barely half of it.

What makes home represent the embodiment of happiness and love is the reminiscence of childhood and adolescence, where holding onto the memories of how you felt brings about nostalgia that exults in the feeling of home. Many people think finding that feeling requires the engagement of introspective contemplation because they often don’t understand their own emotions during their adolescent years, and they grow up without the feeling of home.

Home stems from the recollections and culmination of evolving as a person while also providing the innate human sense of love, acceptance, and strength. Home can be found anywhere; it just takes wandering for a while to realize. And believe me, once you understand where you belong, you will know where your home is, and you’re guaranteed to live your life more fully.

[ a lil note: i wrote this to help those who seek coping mechanisms during tough times in life. i found that realizing solace could be found in the simplest things brought me back to life when I was broken and hopeless. it took me a while to discover that it was a feeling of home. i hope you find your home after reading this, i love you guys <3! ]

[oscarspoetry]

Rain pitter-patters

The haimish feeling of fall

cozy in cloudbursts

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Happy Gudi Padwa

On this auspicious occasion of Gudi Padwa, May you be blessed with happiness, prosperity, and success. Happy Gudi Padwa!

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International Men's Day

To the men who are not afraid to be vulnerable, the men who support women in their lives, the men who fight discrimination, the men who are allies, we honour and love you. 

[daincrediblegg]

mister michael flanagan sir if you see this welcome I’m so sorry about the porn but also not please just don’t look happy to have you here on the hellsite but please for the love of god don’t tell haimish what I have done

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Research

Type specimen booklet

Colours: Black white and red.

Typography: Hamish typeface - sans serif. This person really shows off this simple font in a very creative way of using different weights scale.

Tone: This is a more serious tone, simple and informative. There is even a spread about saying "no" and putting boundaries. I really like this spread and gain inspiration for my own type specimen booklet.

Photo/Illustration: none. The typeface is really the "hero" and the image. I am completely drawn to the font and the different weights and scales the designer has used. The strongest page/spread is the one with the word "NO" and its message within it. The type tells the story without you even needing to read the body text. https://www.behance.net/gallery/160629429/Haimish-Typeface-Specimen?tracking_source=search_projects%7CType+Specimen

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Solo Rabbi

Adat Chaverim is a haimish reform congregation seeking a solo Rabbi. We are located in Plano, TX, part of the Dallas Metroplex. Our congregation is approximately 25 years old, with a strong membership of 150 and growing. Our religious school is dedicated to nurturing students from ages 4 through 12 grade. We live by our name as a warm and inclusive “Community of Friends”.  Adat Chaverim is…