#handswritings

[bolithesenate]

ASK GAME

i'm always up for a fun new ask game and @charmwasjess tagged me in a fun one!

Any eating utensil preferences? It's slightly fucked up but I really like a thick spoon. The flatter the better. If i could eat anything with a thick flat spoon, i would

A genre of music you love? a good ol' irish folk song. those never miss.

A type of seasoning/condiment that would make anything edible for you? there's two. Aromat and Streumi, the red one specifically. Red Streumi for any meat, cooked vegetable and to spice up  pasta sauces. Aromat for raw vegetables, eggs, bread, saup and fish. I am fully convinced that these two things are the most important part of any spice rack, everything else is just bonus.

Pens or pencils? What kind? Honestly? depends on what i am doing with them. A fun fact about me is that my handswriting and  art style change drastically dependimg on the pen i use, so i don't really have a preference, but i will adjust my choice depending on the outcome i want.

What's your weirdest/most interesting hobby? Not something I do terribly often, but I kinda act as a fashion consultant/stylist for select friends of mine. Or just generally an ideas guy, which is very fun! 

If you had to get rid of one color entirely, what would it be? that pale, meaty nude pink. you know the one. I've never seen a single context it looked good in.

Any allergies? certain nuts, cranberries, hayfever and some fun and exciting cross-sensibilities. Though the hayfever I keep well in check with black cumin seed oil by now (lifehack)

Favorite fictional character? I don't really have a favorite? At least not one singular one. choosing would be boring

Favorite real person that you don't personally know? Same as above, just with the correction that i generally don't care for ppl I don't personally know? I'm just not a celebs guy

How many alarms do you have set? 1, though usually i wake up before it

Do you have any pets? Do you want some? None currently, we had a dog a few years ago. Technically i would like to have pets but i am self aware enough that I probably wouldn't take good care of them if left alone. the cats on my street all love me tho, that tides me over

Favorite drink, alcoholic or non? idk, some sort of herbal tea probs. verveine never misses, but so does sage. 

Favorite smell? snow/rain in the air, finnish sauna, rituals' the ritual of ayurveda

Favorite shoes? the knee-high leather boots i thrifted last autumn for 4.50. the most cruel thing in life is that i can't wear them rn cuz it's too hot

How do you feel about bugs and spiders? spiders: love em. room decor not complete without them. bugs: fine outside, i don't really care. come inside and be spider food ig.

Outdoors or indoors? both, tbh.

Sunny or rainy? rain rain rain rain rain rain rain ra- *sniped by the weather police* 

Where would you really like to visit? Would you move there? lots of places i'd like to visit, none I really want to live in. Where i am rn is ideal. Having a holiday home somewhere would be cool, but... money. 

Are you a people person? Depends how you define people person. I like to put myself out there cuz I will do more, but if given free choice, I could just as well live without ppl for months on end without really missing it.

At what temperature do you keep your home (or would if you could)? 18°C probably? maybe cooler in the summer, idk. I like to be able to adjust it to my immediate needs tbh

Very many thanks for the tag and I am sending this forward to: @man-i-dunno @nothingburnslikecold @norcumii @amarcia and anyone who wants to!

[teledyn]

LETS FUCKIN GOOO

[handthony]

I'm gonna start treating this account as a journal partially, mostly because it's easier for me to type than write. If you don't want to see that shit, I'll go ahead and tag those posts as #handswritings so the tag can be easily blocked. Anyway,

I have this recurring problem where I have pseudo-nightmares while falling asleep if I work on something too much. For the past few weeks I've been falling asleep and snapping back awake because my mind won't stop defaulting to working on quantum mechanics problems ("problems" not as in unsolved or groundbreaking stuff, I'm just taking a fast paced course on physical chemistry that has a quantum mechanics section). I also tend to start breathing hard while this happens, according to my wife.

It's honestly a little bit funny when I think about what it's happened with before. Anything from making salads when I worked as a line cook to SQL when I was taking a little baby coding class to this goddamned quantum shit right now. On the other hand, it's also probably a sign that I'm pushing myself too hard. I'm really hoping it doesn't hurt me too much in the long run. Although it does give me an odd sense of... accomplishment? pride? success? when it happens. Maybe that's the capitalist brain rot. I'll find out eventually.

[emilyblame]

so excuse my tantrum, can't you see i've got my hands full?

i also did this in portrait because... why not?

[charredstitchery]

So I made this last night: I started saying this as a joke to my friends but now its sorta become a mantra for me. So I put it on my goofy Redbubble, which is filled with stuff I made that I wanna buy for me eventually. I’m steadfast when it comes to finishing my orders. 😤

[olincino]

BLACK SAILS HANDS

WRITING

[kawaiijohn]

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The Abyss

Waking up without any idea where you are is a pretty prevalent fear for many, and for others it's nothing more than the aftermath of a baller pub crawl.

However, most don't find themselves surrounded by a vast swirling void of lime highlighter green when they wake.

The first thing they noticed was the barren hunk of rock they'd woken up on. Grey and deep violet, yet still surrounded by the swirling neon green skies.

'Either there's a storm comin' or I'm not 'in Kansas' anymore...'

They tried to think about how the hell they ended up here, wracking their brain for any small detail, but they realized they couldn't remember anything. Not their name, nor their age- nothing was coming to them. They knew 'they' was right and so was 'he'; the words felt right, even if there was no name to match.

The more he thought, however, the more his head began to swim. There was nothing before they'd opened their eyes this morning. Or was it night? Evening??

Time didn't seem to matter here.

The toxic sky made it impossible to tell what time it was, and the purple and grey soil they were standing on made them assume they were possibly on a different planet.

What kinds of things might even live here? If anything does live here, that is. Alien life had to exist, right? We hadn't contacted them yet due to both distance and technological incompatibilities... Something clicked, filling in a blank.

'I believe that's referred to as 'The Fermi Paradox'.

He blinked, not knowing where the phrase came from. How could he recall a niche scientific theory but couldn't even recall what he'd been doing the night before??

He was panicked- trying to remember anything; his age, birthday, zodiac sign... was he a Scorpio or a Gemini? Maybe he was a cusp or something interesting...

He had to know something else... Maybe he could try and recall his Myers's Briggs personality test- then he'd find more information from inference... But not everyone fit into neat little boxes even if they were wonderful starting points...

His chest buzzed pleasantly with the train of thought, but he was no closer to an answer.

He could be in space for all he knew.

Or maybe an alternate realm...

'What, did I get hit by a truck and transported to another world?!? Is this, an Isekai or something?? ...Why do I know that word, but have no clue what my name is????'

Irritated, they looked to the horizon, spotting a floating island. He was going to dismiss it but felt something calling to them from beyond.

The feeling brought them to their knees.

They shook their head, trying to ignore the call, knowing the jump was impossible to make. It would be suicidal to take that leap...

Right?

They exhaled harshly, a strange hiss passing their lips as something vast and empty in their chest demanded they take the leap. No matter how unsafe their mind knew it was, their chest was still singing for something the horizon; calling out to that something with such pulling force it felt like a black hole would devour their common sense.

Time marched on, but they did not move.

They knelt, refusing to listen to the call until their head stopped spinning. Their knees crunched hard into the sharp gravel, digging trenches to stay grounded.

Why didn't their knees hurt from this? They've always had bad joints, especially after the- after...

After what?

They clawed the dirt, shaking in fear at what could be beyond their small respite in the lime abyss. Their mind was blank, torn between urge and indecision. They could sit here alone and think more. Or. They could follow the call.

It could be a trap.

But.

Something deep within told them they'd always felt comfort in nothing, even before this. They'd always felt comforted by the void. They didn't know what all it meant, but it was better than sitting there any longer.

So they followed their heart.

It was better to die trying than to remain a sitting duck in exile.

'Geronimo.'

They expected to die, to perish as they fell into the endless (and somehow comforting) vast sea of lime; to spend eternity gazing into long nothingness until they passed the event horizon and became one with the universe.

Instead, they floated.

They managed to fall about three or so feet before righting themself, head whipping erratically- up, down, left, right. This shouldn't be possible but...

He tested the waters (so to speak) and found he could pretty much fly. They grinned, mouth splitting farther than they remembered it being able to, but that was a mystery for later.

They sighed, relenting, and followed the siren's song.

-----

Some things seemed to be very out of place. Wrong, even.

Firstly, his hands were completely black. Not just the black of cloth, but black as the void of space- small pricks of light shone when he smiled and constellations vibrated when he grew frustrated with his amnesia. Obsidian talons (he couldn't even begin to call them hands, not with how they seemed to grow in response to his emotions) replaced what he thought for sure would be bitten nails with torn cuticles. He didn't know why he expected chipped blue nail polish.

They'd just painted their nails a few days ago and with their job it always...

'Wait... what was my job?'

Why did that confuse them? They had a job. They knew they did... It was... They brought a hand to their head, thoughts turning into radio static

'My job was...'

Faces and colors they couldn't place assaulted their mind. Names came and went, leaving nothing but lingering feelings- like a song cut off by a garbled PA announcement, the clouded memories were interrupted by crackling interference.

Claws brushed his face as black droplets rushed from his eyes.

That wasn't right either...

Nothing was right but they kept flying.

-----

Green seas shifted into a black expanse, the lime color swirling faintly in the distance instead of consuming the skies. Purple doors hovered every which way they could.

Relieved that the skies became less eye-burning, they spoke for the first time. "Thank gods!! That neon hellscape was giving me a headache..."

A pause.

That wasn't right. It didn't sound right at all.

That wasn't their voice.

Their voice was nasally, high pitched and awful. Nothing like the deeper growl they just heard... Though they were slowly panicking, the deeper voice felt right. It was something they didn't know they wanted, but it clicked as if it were natural.

But it didn't matter how pleasant it sounded, they needed to keep moving.

-----

Was it days? Hours?? Were they flying for weeks?

They didn't know, had absolutely no fuckin clue. But what did know was that they'd reached their destination.

It didn't stand out much, but for reasons unknown he felt comfortable here- at peace. His heart led him to a small island. Strange, yet familiar flowers grew in patches around a worn, yet glowing path leading to a door- black wood door with silver embossment.

"Fancy..."

He looked around- well there wasn't anything else around...

They approached the strange structure and flinched when stylish street lights flickered on with a blue-green flame. The weird vibrating in their chest sang that they were here.

This was home.

He stepped back, looking high and low. He did not trust like that. The door wasn't even connected to anything! With more investigating he saw the path reacted to his footsteps but not much else.

"Great! I get led here by the power of friendship or somethin and can't even get a break??"

He grumbled, hissing under his breath as he felt his body elongate and warp in frustration. This was all the damn door's fault!

Stupid fuckin piece of driftwood!! He ran up and kicked the offending structure, noting that he felt no pain even with an all-out kick.

In his growling frustration, however, something metal and glimmering appeared on the door- a nameplate in somehow familiar handswriting.

The void in his chest sang, something finally clicked.

"Quizz, huh?" They laughed to themself. "Thought my name'd be somethin cooler! Like Maxwell... or Levi." They crossed their arms. Progress! "Well... guess beggars can't be choosers or whatever the hell that phrase was."

They found themself hesitating. That wasn't the way to go! They were certain they weren't a quitter, even with as little as they knew of themself. No, there was an apparently magical door with their name on it that called them from across the void.

No real reason to hesitate anymore. They reached for the handle with a wicked and determined grin.

"Alrighty then! Let's see what's behind door number one!!"

[readyforit]

TO BE HONEST THIS ISN’T THE FIRST PIECE OF MERCH I JUST REALISED BECAUSE MY FRIEND GOT ME A TAYLOR PILLOW FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! BUT THAT WAS FROM LIKE AMAZON OR SOMETHING AND THIS IS OFFICIAL AND I’M MOST EXCITED FOR THE BOOK!!??!?! LIKE PLEASE TELGKDJ IT’S GOING TO HAVE TAYLOR ‘SLIYRICS AND AESTHETICS AND HER HANDSWRITING AND HER HEART AND SOULD AND MIND IN THOSE WORDS AND PAGES I’M SO ESXCITED

[blacksoul01mx]

Brian handswritting is very similar like his mum.

Brian May's mum letter to a fan, 1977

badly decrypted by me (& thanks to @speciallyred for help!)

"Dear Kathleen and Moira,

Thank you for your lovely letter, we try to answer all we get from fans all over the world who take the trouble to trace us and feel they would like to include us in their admiration of Queen music. It gives us a lot of pleasure to know that the lads are so popular as they have worked hard and long to be recognised and are now getting the return(?) for all their work. It has long been Brian's dream to bring happiness to as many people as he can through his music and it is wonderful for us to see his dream came true.

We have been to all their concerts in London right from the first one when they supported "Mott". Even that one was a great thrill for us as at that time support bands were usually given a rough time but the Mott fans really gave them a great reception. We, being of the older generation stuck out like sore thumbs and it amused us when one young lad asked us "Who's parents are you then". The atmosphere at the later Queen concerts was something we will never forget, I do hope you will have the pleasure of seeing them one day. I don't think they have a lot of choice as at where they go but they all loved playing in Scotland. Brian said Glasgow was one of the most exciting shows for him and I'm sure if they get half a chance they'll be up to Scotland before long.

We don't see Brian much but he rings us regularly even when his away. We had a call last night from Dallas. He is well and happy at the tour's success. Freddy John and Roger are all well too. You ask if we meet the other lads. Yes we know them all well and see them almost as often as Brian. All the families get on well too. We've all met expect John's parents, who of course are up in Leicester but we hope to meet them one day.

Thanks again for your lovely letter. Very best wishes to you both in your future.

Yours sincerely

Ruth May (Brian's Mum)"

[tahiwanite]

I think I'm really starting to lose it... dreams ... no inspiration from a song or a writer this time the inspiration is directly coming from my reality during the course of the last two weeks i was about to get out from a certain situation but a dream made me back because everything on that dream happened it was wired but it wasn't the first time during this recent year .. I think I'm kind of hyper Empath or something and then 2 people in 2 different continents dreamed about me almost the same dream ... well, what we can say more than: “If you're trapped in the dream of the Other, you're fucked.” Gilles Deleuze, monsieur Deleuze as a fun i say: yes I am #lettering #typo #handswriting

[nrifa]

Batik untuk mama #byGabrielCY Love ❤️ you #handswriting #batik #lovesons

[crystal-w0lf]

This seems nice but my handswriting looks like I threw up spaghetti on paper

your handwriting is unique to you and you alone, so when you write things out physically, you are automatically infusing it with your energy