#misc notebook

[natgoodmans]

i know nothing else matters cause one day i'll carry you home, the whole world might think we're crazy but one day i'll carry you to our home, yeah one day you'll be my home → can you see? it's just me that house and you → we build these walls to live inside and make a home and shut our eyes and dream and when i see you you're everywhere → is someone living with you? is someone sleeping and waking beside you? and is someone loving you? and are you loving them too? in the night, in a room, in the house, in our home? → i hurt i leave i live i breathe i wanna go home → i just want all of you all of us inside this house i built until we're gone → can i carry you home this time? can i carry you home? it's my turn now → i finally made it home i'm living and dying right here → you will always be my home

[lowstakesvampires]

dusty

[berryesque]

one thing about me is that I will love a notebook

[flipitkickit]

drew rui in his new outfit. surprisingly easier than expected. I'll draw it digitally and color it and stuff and post it here soon.

[ginpotts]

all of my doctor who gifs so far are like: 90% my favorite quotes from the show and the rest are pretty people lmao XDD

[natgoodmans]

do you want to live there with me? → can you see? it's just me, that house and you. → i know nothing else matters 'cause one day i'll carry you home → one day you'll build up a great big home, one day you'll be my home → we build these walls to live inside and make a home and shut our eyes and dream → and when i see you, you're everywhere, planting a garden, biting your lip, watching the snowstorm, keeping me warm i almost feel you, you're kissing my neck, blinking and breathing, laughing and leaving and the hole in my chest isn't there anymore. where have you gone? → where have you gone? i build these walls to bring you home but all they bring me is more alone → maybe i'll move on, maybe i won't, but i'll leave the light on anyway → there it is in black and white, you've made that house a home and i know that i should let it go and walk away but i need to know → is someone living with you? is someone sleeping and waking beside you, and is someone loving you too? and are you loving them too, in the night, in a room, in the house, in our home? → i'm never going back, i'm staying right here → i didn't realize the last time i'd leave my house was the last time i'd see my house → i wanna go home → i finally made it home i'm living and dying right here → i just want all of you, all of us, inside this house i built, until we're gone → i'm gonna plant things and watch them grow → can i carry you home this time? can i carry you home, it's my turn → here i am the same inside the paint is chipping but the foundation's alright → where do we go when we go? will you remember me, pretend i'm out at sea, or will you trace the skies watching birds fly by? you will always be my home.

[bibiopic]

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[biscuitdolly]

୨ৎ the girl with everything in her bag .ᐟ

your ultimate guide on how to prepare a bag for whatever the world throws at you!

( any bag should work ─ you could use a smaller bag or use a bigger bag with heaps of pockets! )

WHAT TO PACK .ᐟ

face/makeup related:

makeup for touch ups (if you wear it!)

spare lash glue (if your use falsies!)

lip balm

lip gloss

mini flip mirror

body, hand and hair related:

deodorant (preferably spray on)

mini perfume/body mist

mini lotion

hand cream

hand sanitizer

nail file

spare pad/tampon

hairbrush and/or comb

hair ties

pencil case:

mini notebook

pen and pencil

eraser

mini ruler

sharpener

highlighter

purse/wallet essentials:

house/car keys

ID

drivers license (if you drive)

credit card

spare loose cash

any useful gift cards you own (make sure they have money on them and that they're not expired!)

misc:

gum

mints

wet wipes

mini tissue pack

a snack

bandages (you can also go the extra mile and make a mini first aid kit, although this is optional!)

if you have braces, a toothbrush and mini toothpaste in a travel case are a must!

[pikslasrce]

i need to get sketchbooks...

[friendlyneighborhoodshark]

"How to Life" Masterlist

Cleaning and Tidying

Make your bed in the morning. It takes seconds, and it's worth it.

Reset to zero each morning.

Use the UFYH 20/10 system for clearing your shit.

Have a 'drop-zone' box where you dump anything and everything. At the beginning/end of the day, clear it out and put that shit away.

Automate your chores. Have a cleaning schedule and assign 15mins daily to do whatever cleaning tasks are set for that day. Set a timer and do it once the timer is up, finish the task you're on and leave it for the day.

Fold your clothes straight out of the tumble dryer (if you use one), whilst they're still warm. This minimises creases and eliminates the need for ironing.

Clean your footwear regularly and you'll feel like a champ.

Organisation and Productivity

Learn from Eisenhower's Importance/Urgency matrix.

Try out the two-minute rule and the Pomodoro technique.

Use. A. Planner. (Or Google Calendar, if that's more your thing.)

Try bullet journalling.

Keep a notebook/journal/commonplace book to dump your brain contents in on the regular.

Set morning alarms at two-minute intervals rather than five, and stick your alarm on the other side of the room. It's brutal, but it works.

Set three main goals each day, with one of them being your #1 priority. Don't overload your to-do list or you'll hit overload paralysis and procrastinate.

If you're in a slump, however, don't be afraid to put things like "shower" on your to do list - that may be a big enough goal in itself, and that's okay.

Have a physical inbox - a tray, a folder, whatever. If you get a piece of paper, stick it in there and sort through it at the end of the week.

Consider utilising the GTD System, or a variation of it.

Try timeboxing.

Have a morning routine, and guard that quiet time ferociously.

Have a folder for all your important documents and letters, organised by topic (e.g. medical, bank, university, work, identification). At the front of this folder, have a sheet of paper with all the key information written on it, such as your GP's details, your passport details, driving licence details, bank account number, insurance number(s), and so on.

Schedule working time and down time alike, in the balance that works for you.

Money

Have. A. God. Damn. Budget.

Use a money tracker like toshl, mint, or splitwise. Enter all expenses asap! (You will forget, otherwise.)

Have a 'money date' each week, where you sort through your finances from the past seven days and then add it to a spreadsheet. This will help you identify your spending patterns and whether your budget is actually working or not.

Pack your own frickin' lunch like a grown-up and stop buying so many takeaway coffees. Keep snacks in your bag.

Food and Cooking

Know how to cook the basics: a starch, a protein, a vegetable, and a sauce.

Simple, one-pot meals ("a grain, a green, and a bean") are a godsend.

Batch cook and freeze. Make your own 'microwave meals'.

Buy dried goods to save money - rice and beans are a pittance.

Consider Meatless Mondays; it's healthier, cheaper, and more environmentally friendly.

Learn which fruits and vegetables are cheapest at your store, and build a standard weekly menu around those. (Also remember that frozen vegetables are cheap and healthy.)

Learn seasoning combinations. Different seasoning, even with the exact same ingredients, can make a dish seem completely new.

Misc

Have a stock email-writing format.

Want to start running, but find it boring? Try Zombies, Run!.

Keep a goddamn first aid kit and learn how to use it.

Update your CV regularly.

Keep a selection of stamps and standard envelopes for unexpected posting needs. (It happens more regularly than you would think!)

[hrefna-the-raven]

Promise

Horror masterlist - Masterlist - Misc. masterlist

RZ Michael Myers x female nurse reader

Words: 1296

Warnings: strangely none (considering that it's a Myers oneshot^^)

Notes: this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 months now and I still feel weird for posting it, I personnally don't like this oneshot but maybe someone out there might enjoy it, so here you go 😊

Summary: you seem to be the only person who's able to communicate with Michael

Reader: short female reader in mind, but no specific descriptions are used

"These eyes will deceive you. They will destroy you. They will take from you your innocence, your pride, and eventually your soul. These eyes do not see what you and I see. Behind these eyes one finds only blackness, the absence of light."

Those were Doctor Loomis' words about the most feared patient within Smith's Grove Sanitarium and everyone agreed...everyone except you. That's why you found yourself in the middle of the observation room, with Michael towering over you. You were waiting for the doctor to arrive, alone except for the guards outside who kept a vigilant watch on the two of you through the door's window. You should have been afraid of him but you weren't as you were probably the only human being within these walls who saw something else within Michael's eyes, a bittersweet sadness you were all too familiar with. You gestured for him to sit down, he hesitated for a moment before complying. Even while sitting, he still loomed over you, so you approached him cautiously, careful not to make any sudden movements.

"May I touch it?", you asked in a soft voice, settling yourself in front of him while pointing at his mask, "I promise I won't remove it. It's just...beautiful...and I'd like to get a closer look."

His icy blue eyes gazed at you, displaying a faint hint of contemplation, yet without uttering a single word or making any movement. You waited patiently, but since there was no response after a minute, you made the decision to proceed. Your delicate fingers grazed over the papier-mâché mask, brushing away a few strands of his long blond hair and delicately tucking them behind his ear. His breath hitched the moment you briefly touched his skin and a grin spread across your lips. Your hand now found his head, patting it sweetly while humming a happy melody. His breaths grew heavier and his head tilted, leaning in against your touch. Your gaze shifted from his disheveled hair to his eyes, and you found yourself getting lost in the dilated pupils that slowly engulfed the blue around them. Beneath the darkness of murder and madness, there still existed a little boy who longed for love, family, or even just a simple human connection.

"Nurse!"

The metallic clanking of the opening door and Loomis' voice startled you and your hand instinctively retreated as your eyes wandered to the doctor.

"You're needed elsewhere, I'll take it from here", he said softly yet assertively, taking a seat in front of Michael.

As you tried to turn around, you sensed a firm grasp on your wrist. Michael's fingers were wrapped around it tightly, keeping you in place as his pleading eyes found yours. Despite the intensity of his grip and the fact that he had already taken the life of a nurse, you felt an overwhelming sense of tranquility. Leaning closer to him, you gently attempted to pry his fingers away from your wrist.

"I'll be back as soon as I can", you whispered, a smile gracing your lips, "I'll drop by your room if it's too late, I promise."

Finally, he released his hold on you, and for a fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes, his hand rising slowly to wave at you. It didn't feel right to leave, but there was no other choice. As the door closed behind you, you stole one last glance through the window, your heart heavy at the sight of Michael's lingering gaze while Loomis scribbled something down in his notebook almost frantically.

It was finally the end of your shift but as you changed out of your uniform, your thoughts drifted back to Michael, the commitment you had made hanging over you like a menacing shadow. Hanging the uniform in your locker, you made your way through the hallways.

"Aren't you supposed to be home by now?", Cruz asked, mopping the floor around Michael's room.

"Yes but I made a promise", you replied, offering him a polite smile as you paused at the door, gently knocking and waiting.

Despite not being alone, the hallway felt eerie. The dirty white walls seemed to stretch out into an infinite torment as your gaze wandered down to the floor, all the way to the end. A sudden thud at the door made you jump, eyes darting towards the barred window where you discovered Michael peering back at you through his mask. As your heartbeat calmed down a bit, the corners of your mouth turned into a gentle smile and you placed a hand on the side of the window.

"See? I promised you I'd be back."

Cruz chuckled and stepped up beside you, slowly unlocking the door.

"Be careful", he whispered, twisting the key in the lock, "he's dangerous but I still believe it would be more personal and easier to greet him without the barrier of a solid metal door. Saw you two this afternoon, I believe it'll do Mikey some good, if you're good to him, he's good to you...in his own way."

With an encouraging smile, he pushed open the door and stepped aside. Michael remained motionless, his eyes fixed on your form as you cautiously entered his room. A gasp escaped your lips when you beheld the walls adorned with the many masks he had crafted over the past fifteen years. It felt surreal, like you'd just fell into another, darker, realm of mysteries and twisted wonders. Tentatively, you took a few steps closer, running your fingers along one of the masks hanging just above his desk. It stood inbetween all the colours as jt was painted all in white with cut-out eyes and a subtle dark gray line at the bottom resembling lips while the top was made of different black papier-mâché strands which gave the face less of a creepy and more of that weird out-of-bed hair look, eliciting a small giggle from you. Before you could react, a hand reached over your shoulder, plucking the mask from the wall and presenting it to you. You took it, careful to not damage it and turned around, your fingers nervously toyed with the loose coloured paper strands.

"For me?", you asked almost in a whisper.

Michael simply nodded and walked back to his bed, sitting down on the edge. You weren't sure if you should say or do anything else. The bond that was forming between the two of you was unusual and extraordinary. The silent killer and his nurse, an unexpected connection that blossomed like a foreign flower in the midst of a desert. 

"I...uh...need to get home now but I'll see you tomorrow", you offered him a smile, "and thanks for this. I love it and it'll get a special place at home."

You held up the mask before turning away, walking past Cruz who locked the door once again.

"I don't understand what it is with you but Mikey likes you, usually no one is allowed to touch anything in that room, not even me."

"Well maybe it's because I see a bit more in him than just the mindless killer everyone else believes him to be", you shrugged your shoulders, heading down the hallway with Cruz following behind you.

You felt his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to stop just as you were about to pass the last door of this floor.

"Whatever you see in him, don't forget what he has done", Cruz urged, "for your own sake."

The warden's words carried a subtle acknowledgement of the harsh reality, yet they were delivered with a touch of kindness. He seemed to be the only other person, apart from you, in this place who believed that there was more to Michael than just brutality and an unnerving silence.

Part 2 - Mask

[xoxochb]

blurbs ✧˖°

. bookshelves

. cowboy! percy takes a page from nash hawthorne’s book…

. lyhfabc guy… anddd percy thinks he looks sexy covered in flour

. paper cuts

. neptune and back

. unicorn! percy and fairy! sweet girl

. cotton candy ice cream

. percy has personal beef with aaron warner

. knight! percy and princess! reader

. in every universe

. this bitch

. bandaids… and shit and percy likes when you talk mean to him

. this bitch sleeps with four blankets he’s nuts!!

. shower debate

. ermmm

. honestly I can’t think of title names anymore 💔

. my silly shayla .

. possibly your daughter had a biting problem

. he’s so but he’s so hfjeksbdidnbs

. bath time

. untitled

. knight! percy and princess! reader

. you’re replaced by penny the dog

. baby

. rocks and baths

. he’s really fucking horny someone help him

. I literally have no tiles for these anymore

. whatever ariana grande said about kitchens in positions

. he quotes the notebook and aaron warner

. chat on the fire escape

. hands off rule

. riddles

. ice cream + s’more’s + the rain

. shower

. koi fish

. 🎶 it’s so sweetttttt knowing that you love me 🎶

. pop rocks

. post shower

. lemonade

. you try to bake cookies

. sweet girl buys books

. beach part one

. fashion show

. he reads your book

. percy being percy

. baths

. he’s kind of a loser who makes you pee with him

. book summary

. ermmm

. by the beach

. maybe possibly sweet girl is in love with him…

. wedding planning

. he licks you… he cuddles you…

. books

. the visions… he isn’t seeing it

. first meeting

. beach

. lego flower shop

. random stuff idk man

. strawberries

. I don’t know actually

. reader likes to be laid on

. three hours post birth

misc ✧˖°

. post sex thoughts

. girl dad! percy

♬⋆.˚ — he’s so pretty when he goes down on me

[annadiplosis]

A few months ago I posted a couple photos of my index cards, saying I still didn’t know how and where I’d keep them, and I’ve since developed an Archiving System that combines the cards with a digital spreadsheet and has taken more hours than I will ever admit.

So, since I don’t have a “notebook system” to speak of, I'd like to share the way I archive my journals / sketchbooks / whatever you wanna call them, because I’m very proud of it, and who knows, someone might find it helpful :)

WHY I NEED AN ARCHIVING SYSTEM

The reason I don’t have a notebook system is because I use my books for absolutely everything, from sketches to grocery lists and journaling. It is crucial to me to not have any restrictions or expectations when it comes to my books, and that’s how I’ve managed to fill 43 of them over the years.

But of course, when you’ve been using notebooks without a system for most of your life and you want to read a specific entry, you can easily spend a full hour flipping through a sea of paper until you stumble upon those notes on the Bubonic Plague you took in 2011 or whatever you were trying to find.

SO HERE’S WHAT I DO

When I finish a notebook, I try to determine what its most important contents are: stuff I might want to reference in the future (project ideas, meeting notes) or is very characteristic of a period in my life (friends' drawings, travel logs). Every single page contributes to making the notebook what it is and gives it a unique personality, but not all of them are gonna be keepers, and that's fine (I'd even say fundamental, at least in my case).

These are the extremely generic categories I sort my Chosen Entries into. It's similar to the dot system so many people use, just applied retroactively:

🟣 Study notes 🔵 Work 🟢 Personal 🟡 Projects 🔴 Misc

And here's where the real archiving begins. This info goes into:

1. THE INDEX CARDS

(I always write them in Catalan; this one's a mockup and most of these are not real entries)

A little piece of cardboard with the notebook number, its start and end dates, and most important contents. I keep each index card inside its corresponding notebook, either in its own backpocket or an adhesive one I stick there myself.

This way, whenever I want to take a quick look through the book, I get a general idea of its contents at first glance. Sometimes, just holding it in my hand and reading the index card brings me back to the time when I was keeping it, and that time-travel feeling gives me a rush like no other. I don't know if you can tell, but I'm crazy about my notebooks.

2. THE SPREADSHEET

Same as before, just a couple more pieces of info (number of months, physical description) added to a file with the rest of my notebooks' data. Again, these are not real entries for privacy and language reasons, but they're very similar to the kind of stuff I do keep. The spreadsheet helps me find specific entries with a simple ctrl+f, and it's also a bird's-eye view of my progress through the years as a notebook keeper. I can see when my interests shift, how long some of my most important projects took to come to fruition, and even similar types of entries that repeat every few years which I wasn't even aware of before putting it all together. Absolutely fascinating stuff.

I hope this was useful, or interesting at the very least! If you’re a notebook keeper trying to find their own archiving system, my main advice would be to start early so you don’t have to deal with almost two decades of material like I did :’)

If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask.

Good luck 🖤

[natgoodmans]

why is this happening am i being punished for something inside of my past life has a funny way of speeding up the older that you get i'm in love with all the things i forget i am still in here i'm waiting for you to come let me out dear is it time for dinner is it time for forever i didn't know that the last time i'd leave the house was the last time i'd leave the house take me back one day take me back i promise i'll be good one day take me back one day and i'm still in here

[sleepnoises]

i think my new years activities, spread over an amount of time that is not just tomorrow, are going to be

find my little notebook where i wrote misc 2024 goals and have some kind of emotional experience about it

write some 2025 goals

somewhere else write a list of outstanding WIP craft projects even if they don't have a shiny goalness to them

maybe do a word of the year intention-setting activity. this sounds like so much journaling. oh well

Declutter (everything accumulated on a surface goes in a big bin and then gets sorted on another surface) and Etcetera

if anyone has refreshing new years traditions they would like to share please sound off 🎉

[phelia-on-main]

Proof

I didn't even understand what a rickroll was. ...yeah I was a weird kid.

I've fucking rickrolled myself too many times. All because my like 10y/o self fixated on that song at one point and wrote some of the lyrics in a notebook. So I go flipping through the notebook to find sketches or blank pages and stuff and. I find it. I rickroll myself again.